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Arthur came back to life without any warning or whatsoever. He just one day popped up behind Merlin and took him by surprise, aka the merthur au no one needed

Bath Potions

I just wanted to make a simpler post on how to make shower gel spells. They look really pretty and are fun to make and practical cause you can use them any time. Here is a few pictures of mine. (another)

I make these spells to either:

  • Evoke a feeling, put me in a mental state (state of calm, state of clarity, state of alertness to wake up)
  • Attract Something (friends, money, good energy)
  • Banish Something (sheilding, etc)

There’s a lot of other intentions you could do but those tend to be my top 3.

They also look like cute colorful potions and make the bathroom feel more magical.. Aside from the brass cauldron full of drying bath mixes and glitter and powder and strange shit everywhere.


You will need

  1. A bottle of your choice! Glass is the best because it doesn’t leak into the formula and you can reuse it. Squeezy plastic bottles are ok too but glass is preferred. You can get the cool potion-looking bottles at Michaels, AC Moore, Goodwill, wherever. They usually cost $1 each. (Usually $1.50 if they are large).
    If you do buy a glass bottle they have a lot of different shapes and sizes. I use square shapes for protection or stability, round for different mental states or energy, hearts for self love, compassion or attracting love or social interactions, I mean there are many shapes so keep in mind what type of bottle you would like for what spell. If you don’t want to get that complicated then just get the most plain glass bottle possible lol.

  2.  Scentless gel soap. You can get pure liquid castille soap at a few stores, many people love this. I just get a $4 whole foods scentless shower gel brand that works nicely. They used to have this amazing shower gel that was so soft and wonderful at whole foods and I can no longer find it, but it’s called Shikai and it makes your skin feel like angels rubbed themselves on it. I have no idea why I can’t find it anymore.

  3.  (Optional) Oils for the skin. Some oils has its own magical properties but adding argan oil, coconut oil, aloe (not oil, but good for the skin) or olive oil in small teaspoons can help to moisturize the skin or give it a nice glow. Coconut oil is fun cause it separates and leaves a cool milky layer on top and when you shake it the solution is thick and creamy.

  4. Essential oils, fragrance oils, your favorite perfume, flower water, for fragrance. Anything that will help to evoke the feeling or magic you would want. This is a very basic instruction post so its very open ended. Just ingredients for the fragrance. 

  5. Ingredients to help further evoke this magic:  dried herbs, petals, rain water, snow water, crushed ice, decorative glass pearls, seashells, citrus peels, seeds, your breath, eyelashes, black sand, colorful sand, charcoal (great for protection and extracting crap from the skin), home made flower or herb extracts and oils, (great seasonal activity to make fragrance oils from collected flowers and herbs outside), etc. You understand the point. Things that you collect in your craft that’s safe to go on skin and has magical properties. For things like crystals that don’t do well in these types of solutions, use them to charge your solution afterwards by placing them around or on top of the cork.

  6. Optional: Things to give it some presentation such as food coloring, mica powder, glitter (some I have stars or heart shaped glitter in it, its cute and the glitter is too heavy so it rinses off of me).

  7. Your Intent (of course!) When you have all your ingredients gathered in your bottle, they will naturally be separated since oils and shower gel have different weights and textures. When you shake it together fusing them for the first time, make sure your intent is strong, Maybe meditate or take time to focus your energy before doing this!

You can use these things when you need them daily in the shower (High five to those super busy or low energy witches who don’t have the time or energy to do magic everyday!) Usually this can last up to two weeks or if you have multiple, it can last for months so you can feel magical daily by just taking a quick shower with this, plus its way easier than making a bath and using bath salt mixtures (-also to add, I understand sometimes people with low energy have trouble even getting into a shower but when I was in a rush sometimes I would just wash my hands with a solution and feel great).
If you have more time you can pour the whole bottle into a bubble bath! So it works as something for the shower and for a bath! Adding baking soda makes a SUPER foamy fizzing bath. So if you ever need a magical bubble bath you got a cute potion bottle sitting ready to go. They are easy and once you get the hang of making them it becomes really fun too!

  • I have made rejuvenation/calming potions with mint leaves and rain water (colored it a soft green, added light green pearl dust powder)
  • potions to evoke a clear mind with eucalyptus, rain water and sandalwood
  • potions for confidence with honeysuckle, gold glitter, and amber (colored it a deep blue for the throat energy to communicate well). 
  • potions for social attractiveness and attracting good vibes with cherry blossom home made oil and pink heart glitter and sugar fragrance

And then its fun to give them names and write down the recipes in your grimoire (which I have been neglecting to do), usually when I don’t have a name I just call them by what they do like Rejuvination I, Confidence, Clarity, and when I do have a name usually based on how they look and smell I named one Sunburst and the cherry Blossom one Sugar Blossom cause it smells like spring flowers and baked sweets.

I’ve gotten some compliments from this too. Like I have used shower gels to attract friendships or social interactions and people would notice there is an alluring smell and ask about it then I would be like: OH DID YOU MEAN ME?!?! Cause you know, I love it when I smell good ;)  (Also I am a Libra attention seeking ho in social situations)

Anyway I hope this helps. Shoot me questions if you need them to be answered!

One Rule

a/n: I’M FUCKING ALIVE. 

so sorry it took so long, i had like 5 ideas for this, and constantly was changing it, and then college blows and then personal shit too, but finally an imagine that was requested like 5000 years ago. So sorry, I hope you like it.

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I was beyond excited for spring break. I was ecstatic to be going to the lake with everyone for the week. I really needed this little vacation, and what better way than a week away with my best friends. Sammy had just texted me and told me that they were outside waiting for me, so I finished checking my bags and headed out the door to see my favorite idiots all in the car.

There was G who was driving and Johnson was in the passenger seat. Then there was Emily, Sammy, Skate and Swazz all hanging out the back seat window. I laughed at the sight and managed to squeeze my bags in the trunk and hop in, being squished in the back with all our bags and Swazz.

As soon as everyone was situated, we were headed off to the lake, only a short 7 hour car ride. How bad could it be?

Let me tell you, it was terrible. Johnson and Sammy kept fighting over the aux cord. I had to watch Skate strike out with Emily like the whole ride there, and Swazz was high as hell and could barely comprehend what was going on, although I loved my dopey Swazz. G was mostly quiet, and I would always catch him looking in the rear view mirror at me and smiling.

So, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for G. We have this weird sort of relationship, we’re a little more than best friends, but less than lovers. We would constantly flirt, but that’s as far as it ever went. Playful flirting.

It started when I started to hang out with the guys more. I was closest with Swazz out of all of them. I met him for the first time ever when I was at the gas station in a shady part of town at like 2 in the morning and some perv came up and tried to get me to leave with him. Swazz walked out of the gas station and walked over to me, throwing his arm around my waist and kissing my forehead and saying ‘sorry babe, they were all out of skittles’ and placing a pack of m&m’s in my hand and then looking at the guy, who’s eyes went wide and then resulted in him leaving.

So I thanked Swazz, and we started talking more and more and just really hit it off. I told him how thankful I was for him saving my life and then we just started to hang out after that. And then he introduced me to his friends, quickly hit it off with all of them and then I was in a group message with all of them. But that was like a year ago, and here we are now. I’m just glad Emily was here too. I couldn’t handle all these boys for a week straight, plus she was my best friend.

We finally arrived after a long 8 hour trip, if you count all the stops we made at gas stations. It was beautiful. Very private. There were only like 5 cabins around the lake, so they were spaced out quite a bit. The cabin was huge, but only had 4 rooms, so mostly all of us had to double us.

But we didn’t wanna be like, hey you’re rooming by yourself, so we drew numbers. It was 1-4, but only 1-3 had two sets of numbers.

Johnson picked 4, Swazz and Sammy had 1, Emily and Nate had 2, which left G and I both with the number 3.

“looks like you’re my roomie for the week.” I playfully bumped into him.

“looks like it.” He smiled down at me, throwing his arm around me.

“well, my room is right next yours, so please, I don’t wanna hear you have sex.” Sammy laughed, along with everyone else. I was gonna say something like ‘we’re not’ or ‘it’s not like that’ but Jack spoke before I could.

“hey bud, I make no promises.” Which caused everyone to laugh.

We headed up to our room and it was beautiful. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room, along with a door leading to an outside balcony. There was a tv up on the wall across from the bed, and then two dressers, along with our own private bathroom.

“so, which side of the bed do you want?” G asked as I drug my bags into the room and threw them on the bed.

“uh, I guess I’ll take the right side, if that’s okay. It doesn’t really matter to me though.”

“no that’s fine. I prefer the left side anyway.”

“so what if I said I wanted the left side?” I asked, grabbing some clothes from one of my bags and putting it in a drawer.

“well, looks like I would have been joining you then.” He shot me a wink. He’s literally going to kill me this week I swear.

Jack and I joked around some more as we finished unpacking. When we were finally done it was like 9 at night. And having been so wrapped up in school for the past 3 months, I was exhausted.

“you coming down?” he asked, heading towards the door.

“I’m actually gonna shower and probably get into bed. It’s been a rough past few weeks.”

“alright, I’ll be up soon then I guess, just gonna go grab something to eat and chill with the guys for a bit.”

“okay.” I smiled, and he was gone. I got my shit to shower and quickly made my way into the bathroom. Removing my makeup and conditioning my hair as I shaved, I was out in 20 minutes. I threw on a pair of sweats and a white tank top.

I walked out into the room, crawled in on the right side and turned on the tv. Soon I fell asleep to the sound of Nick Cannon wild-n-out.

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I woke up the next morning feeling really groggy. I reached up and rubbed my eyes before everything became clear. I stretched, and heard Jack groan next to me. I turned my head to see that Jack and I were spooning. When we realized our position, we quickly, and awkwardly, separated. I jumped out of the bed and Jack got up as well, clad in nothing but his boxers.

I couldn’t help but look at his chiseled chest, and then my eyes fell to the tent in his boxers. I felt myself rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction, just from looking at him.

“um, I’m sorry.” He said, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit I’ve noticed he had.

“no it’s uh, it’s okay, you said the left side was yours.” I said, twiddling my thumbs, a nervous habit I had developed.

“no it’s alright. I’d never admit this in front of the guys, but I’m a hardcore cuddler.” He laughed.

“oh? So the boys don’t know?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

“yeah, and don’t you d-“ he started but he cut himself off as I went for the door, chasing after me. I ran out the door of our room and down the hall, but G was behind me by just a few steps.

I heard everyone downstairs, so I was running down the stairs, trying to make my way into the living room so I could tell everyone. I stopped in the living room and called out.

“guys you’ll nev-“ but I was cut off by Jack running and engulfing me in his arms and like tackling me to the floor, as gentle as a tackle could get. He had me pinned down, my hands above my head, as he straddled me basically. I was out of breath though, and laughing trying to tell the guys.

“guys” I laughed out, as Jack started to tickle me.

“don’t you dare” he smiled down at me.

“Jack’s a-“ but he cut me off, but placing his hand over my mouth.

By now, everyone had walked into the living room and was watching us.

“don’t.” he said sternly, looking at me. I nodded my head and Jack got off me and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me up. I smiled innocently and turned to look at everyone.

“Jack loves c-“ but I was cut off by Jack from behind me throwing his hand over my mouth and pulling me into him. Everyone was looking at us like we were crazy.

“what the hell is going on?” Sammy laughed.

“nothing. She was just gonna say Jack loves cookies. Ignore her.” He smiled. “We’ll be back down in a second.” He spoke again, before turning us and walking back to our room. When we got to the top of the stairs he let go of my mouth.

“JACK’S A HARDCORE CUDDLER!” I screamed, and I heard Jack groan as I ran towards the room we were sharing, as he chased after me. And then he tackled me onto our bed. I was laughing like crazy.

We stared at each other, as he hovered over me, holding my hands above my head again. His face was close, and I just really got lost in it. His eyes were glistening, shimmering actually, a nice brown/hazel color. They were mesmerizing. And then his jawline. I watched as it clenched in our close proximity. His jaw line literally gave me life. And then I looked at his lips. God they were perfect. And I wanted nothing more than to know how they would feel to be against mine.

Jack must have thought the same thing cause in a matter of seconds, his lips were on mine. I wanna say it was totally unexpected, but I’ve always wanted to feel his lips on mine, but the fact that it actually happened completely shocked me.

He pulled up and looked at me wide eyed, and I’m sure I mirrored his expression. He stood up and I quickly jumped up off the bed.

“(y/n)” he said, looking at me.

But I freaked. I just ran out the door and down the hall, down the stairs and then out the front door. I couldn’t deal with this right now. See, I’m the type of person who runs away from my problems. And I don’t do feelings very well. I’ll flirt like crazy, but then when something actually happens, like a fucking kiss, I freak out. And then I end up pushing the person away.

I started out walking along the edge of the lake. And then I sat out on the dock, thinking about everything. I mean, would Jack and I even be a bad thing? I mean, he’s nice, and he’s cute, and he’s funny, and he makes me laugh and smile, but like what if he ends up cheating or something. I don’t wanna lose all my friends if we break up or something. Maybe I’m just completely over thinking it all. Jack probably doesn’t even like me. It was probably a ‘in the moment’ thing.

So after 3 hours of sitting out on the dock and thinking about shit, I decided to head back. I could go back and talk to Em about it or something. But when I got up to the house, Emily was gone out with Nate.

I sighed and headed up to my room, only to find Jack on the bed, I sighed and went to turn around and leave.

“(y/n)” his voice was soft.

“Jack.” I sighed, reaching for the door handle to leave. I couldn’t do this.

“no (y/n) listen.” He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back, flush to his chest.

“Jack let me go.” I said, annoyed, and started wiggling in his grip, but he just grabbed me tighter.

“Jack” I groaned, finally getting out of his grip with a huff and sitting on the bed.

“(y/n) I like you. A lot.”

“okay.” I said.

“is that all you have to say?”

“yeah, can I leave now?” I rolled my eyes.

I always got like this. I always would push the guys away after I got feelings and something happened that would make me more attached. It just always happened.

“no. You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything.” He sighed, defeated tone as he got on the bed next to me.

“Jack.” I said, fiddling with my thumbs.

“look at me and tell me honestly that you don’t feel something for me.”

I stayed silent, fiddling with my hands in my lap. Jack’s hand came and cupped my cheek, making me face him and actually look at him. His eyes sympathetic and hopeful.

“I-I can’t.” I sighed, closing my eyes.

“exactly!” he cheered.

“Jack, I can’t do this. I don’t wanna get hurt. I don’t want our friendship to get messed up. I don’t wanna lose you.” I whined.

“stop (y/n).” he said, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb before talking again. “stop overthinking this. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“you don’t kn-“ but I was cut off by his lips on mine. But instead of like the first time, I kissed him back. It wasn’t what I expected at all. It was so much better than what I thought it’d be.

I soon got lost in the moment, and moved so I was straddling his lap. His hands were down on my butt, and mine on his shoulders. I started grinding on him, which caused him to let out a low groan. Things were getting hot, no doubt.

I reached for the bottom of his shirt and started tugging on it.

“(y/n)” Jack breathed out, pulling back and looking at me.

“what?” I groaned.

“I don’t want just sex. I’m serious. I like you a lot.”

“Jack.” I groaned, rolling off him and plopping on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“no listen.” He kinda chuckled, throwing his arm around me and snuggling up with me. “I’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless right here and right now. Trust me. I’ve thought about it hundreds of times, but I don’t want this to be just sex. I really do like you a lot. And I know you. You don’t do feelings well, but I’m not gonna let you push me away on this.”

“I do feelings” I whined. “I just don’t like when people are all up in my feelings, and asking about all my personal shit and making it a big deal.”

“then well see how this week goes for us, keep it lowkey? And when we get back I’ll officially take you out on our first real date.”

“fine.” I groaned, rolling my eyes and rolling off his lap, which caused Jack to whine. He pouted and looked at me and then pointed at his lips. I laughed and leaned over and pecked them lightly.

“we should probably get ready for dinner, Emily said she was gonna make something.” Jack said as he had me wrapped up in his arms.

“yeah, probably.” I sighed, getting up and shuffling through my drawers for an outfit. I felt Jacks hands slip around my waist.

“Jack.” I laughed “I have to figure out an outfit.”

“I know, I just like being able to finally hold you in my arms” and then he kissed me “and kiss you.”

“alright cheeseball, let me find an outfit.” I said, prying out of his arms.

I picked out a pair of jean shorts and then found a nice black tank top. I turned and saw Jack in just a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Jack smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug.

“can we take a picture?” he asked, kissing my forehead.

“sure.”

We took a few pictures and then went down to dinner. Sliding into our spots at the table, sitting next to one another, and Jack played footsie with me the whole night. I couldn’t help but smile sideways at him. He was being so dorky, it was adorable.

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It’s been about 4 days at the lake, and we only have about 3 days left. It’s been really relaxing and so great to just spend time with all my friends. Jack and I have also gotten a lot closer, and a lot more like the couples I often see out on the street and out on dates. Ya know, the kind you see and you just wanna punch them for being so lovey.

It was currently like Thursday night, and we were out by the fire, drinking. Em and I were dancing around, already having a slight buzz. We were feeling good, and Jack looked so hot. So I couldn’t help but chug the rest of my drink and make my way over to Jack, who was sitting around the fire talking to Sammy.

I waltzed right over and sat on Jack’s lap, which took him completely by surprise, and Sammy too. I smiled at both of them and then snuggled into Jack, who wrapped his arms around me.

“what’s going on here?” he laughed, high clearly.

“uh-“ Jack started but I cut him off. I turned and placed my lips on his, and pulled back and giggled.

“I like Jack.” I smiled proudly.

Sammy laughed “Swazz, I told you they’d hook up before the trip was over.”

“hey, we haven’t hooked up.” I defended as Swazz joined our conversation.

“Please don’t, cause I’ll owe Sammy $100 if you two do.”

“how do we know you haven’t already?” Sammy asked.

“oh trust me, you’ll know.” Jack laughed, kissing my neck.

The night went on and soon it was 1 in the morning, and I wanted Jack. So Jack and I stumbled up into our room, giggling as he carried me over to the bed, his lips on mine, before stumbling and tripping, us crashing onto the bed.

I was on top of him, and he was laying back, his hands on my ass as we sloppily made out. He slid his hands up to my shirt and started tugging at it. I smiled into the kiss and sat up, peeling my shirt off, leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I had just threw my shirt to the floor when Jack grabbed my hips and flipped us, so we were not laying in the middle of the king size bed and he was over top of me.

It didn’t take long for all our clothes to be shed and he was eating me out. I was a moaning mess. My hands were in his hair, pulling on it, causing him to let out low groans, vibrating my core, which made my back arch and me moan out his name.

“god baby, you’re so hot.” He spoke, his voice raspy.

“Jack please.” I whined. I needed this.

Jack sat up and looked in my eyes and smiled before coming down and kissing my lips. I sighed into the kiss, completely happy with this, and then I felt him teasing me with his tip. I whined, bucking my hips up, begging for more.

“hold on.” He whispered, crawling off me, leaving me all hot and flustered. I watched as he dug around in his suitcase and pulled out a condom, smiling at me as he ripped it open and slid it on. I finally saw his size and I swear I came right there and then.

Jack crawled back on top of me and started kissing my neck as I felt his tip slowly slide in. Both of us moaned as he filled me up, and then when I had adjusted to his size he kissed my lips and started thrusting in and out. Slow at first, but then he picked up his pace. I was moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together started to fill the room.

Jack pulled out, which totally confused me, cause I knew he didn’t cum yet, so I looked at him and he smiled.

“ride me babygirl.”

And in a second I was hovering over him, slowly easing down onto him. We both let out a long moan as the feeling, and soon I was bouncing up and down on Jack. His hands found their way to my ass and then he held me up as he started to slam up into me, the sound of his balls slapping my ass filling the room along with my moans.

“oh god.” I moaned out, throwing my head back.

“fuck.” He groaned “you’re so hot babe, I’m almost there.” He grunted.

“Jack. I-I’m clo-“

“shh, I know baby. Just hold on for me okay?”

He pulled out again and repositioned so we were doggy-style. My face was in the pillows as Jack just slammed into me, causing me to scream out. His hands on my hips to rock them back and forth, to meet his thrusts. Both of us were moaning, the sound of our skin slapping together, and the sound of his dick sliding in and out of my wet folds filled the room, and the headboard slamming against the wall.

“fuck Jack.” I cried out as I came, no warning.

I was shaking as Jack rode out my high but also tried to reach his. A few thrusts later I felt him cum and he let out the hottest moan that I swear could have made me cum again. He rode out his high and then finally pulled out, removing the condom, and getting up to dispose of it in the bathroom. He walked back out and jumped into bed, pulling me into his chest.

“that was great.”

“yeah.” I panted, feeling super tired.

“sweet dreams babygirl.”

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I woke up the next morning and remembered everything about last night. It was great, but I really did wanna try to wait for that with Jack. But it happened, and I don’t regret it. It was great. I heard Jack groan next to me and I smiled as he pulled me in tighter to him.

“Jack.” I giggled as he started to kiss my bare shoulders.

“babe.” His morning voice, good god.

“breakfast.”

“I wasn’t really expecting that but I mean, if you’re offering.” He started, and then let go of me and laid straight on his back. I turned and looked at him and saw him adjusting himself down there and I laughed.

“I didn’t mean that idiot. I meant like pancakes and waffles breakfast.” I giggled, laying on his chest and kissing his lips.

“oh right, let’s go.”

We got dressed, which took a little longer than expected because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself. When we finally made it downstairs, I walked a little slower than Jack of course, who couldn’t help but laugh at me.

We finally sat down and started breakfast and it was…awkward. Something was up. Conversations seemed forced and I was worried something was wrong.

But Sammy finally cleared it all up.

“my one fucking rule guys. I didn’t wanna hear you.” And he looked straight at us. Jack sported a proud grin and I blushed so hard I had to look down at my lap as everyone erupted into laughter.

I love my idiot friends.

Peter?

Request: Hi!! You can leave this ask if you want to, but I saw your description and wanted to leave a request: Spidey is walking down the street and he saves this girl so he follows her around like her guardian angel with lots of fluff at the end, please???

Pairing: Peter Parker + Reader

Warnings: None! Unless you count fluff. Then, fluff!!!!!

Notes: This took forever school makes me so busy I’m so sorry! also this is told from Peter’s POV :-)

Two / Three /


I walked around the corner of Fifth Avenue for the third time that night. I was just about to round back to the escape latter of my apartment building, this day really kicked my ass. I stopped three robberies just this morning, was late to Science and English which resulted in me getting detention, and still had to stop a shooter downtown at a bakery. To say I was excited to get back into my bed for the night was an absolute understatement.

I was on the second floor when my Spidey senses went off the chart. I pivoted left and right in search of anything close to me that was happening. I didn’t see anything within distance, so I lifted my arm and flung my web to the streetlight on the right of me and carried myself to the top, continuing until I was on the rooftop of the apartment building.

“Where the hell-?”

“Help, please someone help-!”

The scream abruptly stopped, my anxiety grew more as my eyes darted everywhere. I silently cursed myself for being preoccupied with my thoughts instead of actually looking. I took a deep breath before concentrating on my senses. It took a couple of seconds but I was able to pick up on the heavy breathing and the hushed voices – the most prominent voice was deeper, most likely a man in his late thirties.

I jumped onto three different building tops before settling on one below where a man had a girl pinned against a brick wall. She looked small from here, maybe a couple years younger than me. I almost missed the guy lifting the back of his hand in attempt to slap her, but before he can my web is already springing toward him and gripping his arm. I pull my arm, bringing him with me. Jumping from the roof down to the ground I bring both of my wrists up, pinning him against a garbage bin before turning toward the younger girl. While seeing her I see she is definitely my age.

“Spider-Man?”

Her eyes were wide, making them impossibly more beautiful. Just looking at her brings a heat to my cheeks, but before I could look incredibly stupid in front of her I bow my head and mumble a small, “At your service.”

I cringe inwardly at the response I give her, but her small laugh encourages me to grab her hand and pull her toward me. “Where to, Miss?”

“Don’t you have to take care of him first?”

I turn my head back to the man knocked unconscious trapped in my web and laugh lightly. “He’s not going anywhere. I’ll call it in when I get home.” She nodded, looking down and noticing how close we were. Her cheeks flare a little, almost making me melt at the sight of her innocence. “Speaking of home,” at this she looks back up at me, a small smile on her face, “where would I find yours?” She laughed again, tilting her head to the left, the brick wall she was just pinned against a couple of minutes ago.

“Actually, this building is mine. I was almost home free, but, you know… bad luck and all that.” She looked down in embarrassment, the color growing much brighter on her face.

“Hey,” I dropped my voice to a whisper, my hand coming up to her chin, lifting it back toward me, “I know about bad luck. Everyone has bad days. As long as you’re okay.”

“Of course I am!” Her voice came out louder than intended, I’m sure, but her smile returned, almost twice as big as the one she had given me before. “I had my guardian angel, Spidey, with me.” Her right eye dropped to a wink, making me thank whoever was above us for me wearing a mask right now. “Well,” she leaned up to kiss my masked cheek, backing away from my embrace and walking toward the front door of her apartment building, “Thank again, Spider-Man.”

She was already all the way inside the building, too far for her to hear me, when I brought my hand up to my burning cheek, “Anytime, Angel.”


It’s been three weeks since I saved (Y/N). I hadn’t spoken to her since that night but I had seen her name on a piece of mail she had dropped on her way in. A Heavenly sound from a heavenly human. I had been watching her every night on her way home from work to make sure she would get home safe. I tried to convince myself that I was following her to make sure she was safe for the sake of being the superhero I am, but I knew my sorry ass only followed her because I enjoyed listening to her sing her top three favorite songs on her way home, I liked watching her sit on her favorite park bench as she interacted with the countless dogs that came up to her. I loved knowing the kind of books she’d read in the café after work while she ordered the same hot drink with a hint of vanilla.

As I watched her round her corner and was just about to open her door, my feet hit the floor and I cleared my throat, causing her to turn and face me.

“S-Spider-Man?” She looked around us, noticing we were alone. I caught the small smile on her face as she walked closer to me. “What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, I just wanted to see you again.”

“Really?” Her smile grew and so did the color in her face, her gaze leaving mine and focusing on the floor instead.

“Yeah, I, uh, I’ve been watching over you, kind of, for the past three weeks. Crap! I mean, I just was making sure you got home safe. You walk alone at night and there’s crazy people, you know? I mean, God, I sound crazy.” I back away slightly, my face burning with embarrassment and my head shaking. Spider-Man was supposed to be confident, yet somehow around her my Peter was more prominent than ever.

Her laugh caused me to look back up at her. “You’re cute. Thank you for watching over me.”

It was quiet for awhile, us just smiling at each other.

“Well, I should get inside now.”

I panicked slightly before my eyes fell onto the book she was holding and before I could stop myself I found myself asked, “Can I borrow your book?”

“My what?” She turned back around, her eyes as wide as mine.

“Um, I was just wondering. I’ve been wanting to read it and I, uh, was just asking. I’m sorry, never mind.”

“Wait,” her hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to force my arm back to my side and turn toward her again. “Here, but this means I need to see you again. I want my book back.”

Her smile caused me to smile at her again.

“How about we meet at your café? Friday?”

“Are you asking me out, Spidey?”

“Well, I, uh… yes?”

“It’s a date.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek again, handing me the book in the process and then walking into her building after giving me another smile.


I walked into the café on Friday at 7, the time (Y/N) usually was here. I was nervous to go up to her without my Spider-Man suit on, but I wanted her to like Peter, not the mask. After grabbing my order off the counter, I walked up to her table. “(Y/N)?”

She looked up, her eyebrows pulled in as she looked at me in confusion. “Yes?”

“I brought your book back. It was a good read.” I smiled at her, her gaze falling on the book for just a second before standing from her seat and looking at me, her sudden burst causing both of our eyes to widen. She looked around at the other people in the shop before leaning into me. “Spidey?”

I laughed a little before taking a seat across from hers. “Call me Peter.”

She looked awestruck for a moment, just looking at me. Her eyes came up to my face, her soft hands gently caressing me. My cheeks burned a little more, thinking this might have been a mistake. I almost got up before she sat back in her seat, a wide smile on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered, “I like that. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

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did you miss me? | “morrison deserves every award available for the emotions she’s able to bring forth simply with her expressions. There’s a subtle moment where her expression legitimately screams ‘yes’ to his answer because her eyes do all the talking for her. It’s almost as though she’s holding back tears but manages to control herself since there are still things she needs to take care of. It’s such a quick instant, that’s why Morrison’s acting is so perfect in it.” (x)

underhellsans18  asked:

I just noticed something! you seem to really like the color purple, i mean alot, but besides that is that your favorite color? cause that is my all time favorite color as well. Also my sans has purple gaster eye as well. Im not jumping to conclusions,but did my sans some how inspire yours? also i love your work it is amazing! 1 more question i know you seem to have the full roaster of all charecters in Underverse, but you seem to have added a couple more Aus are one of those mine? Thank you

I’m sorry
But you’re actually jumping to conclusions.

20 aug. 2017; 5/100 days of productivity

A flatlay photo that I really liked from my instagram-post-making extravaganza today! It didn’t match the color theme and whatnot but I really love these colors together

But I was actually super productive today ‘cause I got through the entire SAT II prep book for chem! I just need to do a couple practice tests and I should be ok for saturday ✊️

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Emily Bett Rickards Icons - Sunday Morning Cover

Here the gorgeous Emily who has the voice of an angel. I didn’t know I could love her more and here I am, loving her even more. I want to apologize cause the ones with color background are not really good.

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Styled

Authors Note: I haven’t received a Shannon Leto request like this before. Like so detailed on what exactly you want and what not. It made me nervous but it was also fun. Thank you nonny for sending it my way. I didn’t do any smut on this one. Just didn’t feel right but I hope that you enjoy. XOXO

Trigger Warning: Loads of Fluff

“You’ve been Jared’s hairstylist for years, and he’s always thought you and Shannon would be perfect together. You and Shannon are always shy around each other, but it’s getting harder for him to hide his feelings for you. Shannon finally finds the courage to ask you to cut his hair. You suggest he come to your salon “after hours” when you can have privacy. You give Shannon his first shampoo, and cut his long hair into the Oscars style. After, will he finally ask you out? *fluff, tad of smut” -Anon


“Aria,” Jared exclaimed as he walked into my living room.

“Hey,” I shouted as I ran to him, wrapping him tightly in his arms.

It was nice to see him after such a long time. His touring plans, Oscar campaigning, and life, in general, kept us apart. I simply did his hair on the run and kept it moving. But as of late, we have managed to develop a closer friendship.

“How are you man,” I asked as I sat down on the arm of my chair.

“I’m good. Obviously in need of some hair care but other than that, fucking fantastic,” he laughed before taking his jacket off. “Oh, and the driver needs a parking space if you got one.”

“Oh, he can park in my spot in front of the building. My car is in the shop.“

“What happened to your car,” he asked as he sat in my chair.

“Nothing. It just didn’t turn on,” I laughed as I gathered everything that I would need to do his hair. “So I take it you want the usual.”

“Yep. Maybe you can cut Shannon’s too if you don’t mind. I don’t want you to have a heart attack,” he joked as he side-eyed me.

“Stop it,” I smacked his shoulder. “That’s not funny at all.”

“What’s funny is how you guys tiptoe around each other,” he laughed.

I wrapped the cover around his neck, a little too tight but he just loosened it with the devious grin that he has thrown in my direction countless times. “Masochist,” I giggled to myself before walking back over to my counter.

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About a year and a half ago, I was speaking with an old colleague of mine, and we were sharing causes and communities we’re passionate about. They listed one cause and community, a very meaningful one that I very much respect, and when I shared mine, it was a list of about four or five. My list went something like this: women, women and people of color, LGBTQ communities, Latinx communities, immigrants. This person said to me: “You know, you should really try not to wear so many hats for so many communities, it could really dilute your message.” I wasn’t really sure what to say. Wearing hats? Dilute my message? You mean my message of love? Of equality for all? A message reminding people that inclusion in LGBTQ spaces doesn’t just look like lots of different faces, but includes training every person in that organization to be culturally competent because there’s no one way to be LGBTQ? That message? For equal opportunity and pay for all? For equal access to education, housing and healthcare for all? That message?

purplelittlepup  asked:

Random question, but what color toothbrushes do you all have?

Nikki: Mine is neon orange because that’s the best color!

Neil: Actually, Nikki, it makes a lot of sense for you to have an orange tooth brush because orange is the first color your eyes are drawn to. Seeing as you’re a very sporadic person, orange is the perfect color for you. It’s bold and out there, just like you.

Nikki: REALLY?! THAT”S SO FUCKING COOL!

Max: *looks at Neil* Thanks, Buzzfeed, do tell me more. What does it mean if I have a plain yellow tooth brush?

Neil: *glaring* It means someone *cough* David *cough* bought you a tooth brush because you’re a lazy piece of shit

Max: *looks impressed* Nice.

Nerris: Well mine is grey! Not my favorite color, but yeah..

Harrison: Mine is dark green, which happens to be my favorite color!

Ered: Mine is electric cause I’m just cool like that.

Dolph: Mine’s electric too!

Nurf: Mine’s blue.

Max: I’m gonna be honest, Nurf, I was expecting yours to be red for some reason…

Nurf: You expect a lot of things from me, Max, and I always feel bad that I always fall short of your standards. Thus, makes me feel like I’ll always fall short of everything no matter what I do, which makes me fall short even more. Until eventually, even though I didn’t start off as a disappointment, in the end I am one, because I continuously don’t add up to what you wanted me to be.

Max: Wow, it’s almost as if the person typing up your response is projecting how they feel about their dad into you.

Nurf: Yeah, and they’re breaking the fourth wall to do so.

Preston: ANYWAYS, mine is purple, because that’s the best color! 

Nerris: Why does everyone have a tooth brush that’s their favorite color??

Space Kid: I dunno, but mine is pink. Not my favorite color, but I don’t have a favorite color so *shrugs*

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Teen Wolf Appreciation Week | Day 2: Favorite Season 
↳ Season 5b “Guys, if we don’t do this, we lose Lydia. She’s going to die in there tonight, and she might take a lot of innocent people with her.”

There For You // (James Potter x Slytherin!Reader)

Originally posted by crotchashton

Word Count: 1,945

Warnings: Bullying

AN: So I got this idea while I was doing the Remus Lupin request and this is essentially originally what I was planning on doing (having a Slytherin seeker and being beaten by James and the like), but I thought it would fit better as a whole if I just made it separate for him. I hope it is okay cause I’ve never really written for James before and this is the first time I wrote an imagine for a character I don’t really crush on myself *finger guns* also hopefully it isn’t too bad I was kinda sleep deprived when I wrote this lawl

(Y/N) = Your Name
(Y/L/N) = Your Last Name
(E/C) = Eye Color
(H/C) = Hair Color
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“That snitch is mine, (Y/L/N)! You can’t have it!”
James gives you a side smirk as the two of you race towards the taunting snitch.
“Fat chance, Potter! This one belongs to me!” You return his smirk and speed up, your emerald green robes whacking his face as you pass.
“Oh I’ll get you for that!”
You smile as your boyfriend speeds up and is head-to-head with you once more, reaching out for the snitch. Quidditch matches with him are always fun due to the joking jeers and jabs, not to mention that the both of you are very competitive, making for very exciting close-matches.
Despite it being fun though, this game was a little more serious to you. The jokes are bad enough when you’re the Slytherin Seeker and you’re dating the Gryffindor Seeker, but it’s another thing completely when so far this season he has beaten you to the snitch at every match and he is thought to be dating you out of pity for “being bad at Quidditch”.
In all actuality, you were actually a really good Seeker as well, but James got a new broomstick over the summer holidays and there simply was no beating it. Why couldn’t people see that?

“James Potter has caught the snitch! GRYFFINDOR WINS!” You hear the announcer call out, followed immediately by the roar of the Gryffindor’s side of the stadium. You glance over to your fellow Slytherins looking glum and, letting out a sigh, you fly back down to the ground to be faced with whatever jokes will be thrown at you this round.
Immediately upon touching the ground, you’re swarmed by Gryffindors all whispering and laughing at you. You block out their words as best you can, per usual, and push through them to get to the Slytherin changing rooms when one of them calls out, “Hey (Y/L/N)! You should get flying lessons from Potter! Maybe he could teach you how to be a Seeker! Ahh who am I kidding, you’ll never catch a snitch!”
You stop abruptly and lower your head as a lump forms in your throat and your eyes start to burn.
From behind you, you can hear the Gryffindors snickering, and you feel stupid for letting them know that they got to you.

“Hey (Y/N)!” James runs over to you, leaving the rest of the Gryffindor Team to talk amongst themselves. “You played great today, you almost had me! I’m going to have to prac….(Y/N)?”
He stops mid-sentence, noticing your quiet demeanor.
“(Y/N)?” He questions again, slowly moving your hanging (H/C) hair away from your face, revealing your puffy (E/C) eyes. “(Y/N), love, what’s the matter?” James takes on a worried tone as he places his hands over your warm face, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs.
You hadn’t told him about the teasing because you didn’t want James to think you couldn’t handle jokes. That’s all they were anyway, right? Just jokes? Regardless of if they were or not, you finally couldn’t just block them out anymore and even though you didn’t want to admit it, you desperately wanted James to take care of you and do something about the whole thing so you wouldn’t have to deal with it any longer. Even though you wanted his help, you were afraid it would just make you look weak to the bullies, so you kept quiet once again.
“It’s…..it’s nothing James. I’m okay.” You say unconvincingly, quickly glancing back to where the taunting Gryffindors were, making tears slowly roll down your hot cheeks.
“Well obviously there is something wrong, love. You can tell me, you know? I’ll always be here for you no matter what, yeah?” He wipes away the tear droplets and looks at you with his crystal blue eyes as you quickly glance back again. James glances over your shoulder to see the snickering gang, then looks back into your teary (E/C) eyes.
“Is it them? Is it those lousy third years?” James asks, becoming serious and defensive, “Are they making fun of you?”
You clench your jaw before squeaking out, “I….I gotta go. I’ll see you later, James.” You break free from his grasp and run towards the castle, abandoning all thoughts of changing.
James watches as you run away, and becomes heated as he turns around to face the Gryffindors once again.

“That’s it. Nobody messes with my girl! NOBODY!”
Seething with rage, James starts to advance towards them when he’s stopped by two familiar voices coming up from behind.
“Wait, Prongs, WAIT!” Remus calls out, grabbing one of James’s arms, as Sirius grabs the other, trying to hold him back.
“AAHRG! LET ME GO!” James struggles trying to free himself so he can teach your bullies a lesson, “They’re making fun of (Y/N)!”
“We know, we know! But you can’t just go over there and beat them to a bloody pulp, Prongs.” Remus consoles, looking over at Sirius and begging for help with as many head gestures as he could.
“And why not?!” James bellows, finally stopping his attempts at freedom, looking between his two friends with crazed eyes.
“Well….typically I’d say go for it, but Moony has a point. If we allow you to go over and lay it on ‘em, we’ll probably all get more than our usual detention.” Sirius tries to explain, then being reassured by Remus’s nod of approval.
“Don’t worry, Prongs, we’ll get them. We’ll just get them OUR way, yeah?” Remus says, smirking and raising an eyebrow at his friend that has finally calmed down a bit.
“Yeah, you’re right, it would be better to get them in typical Marauder’s fashion….” James gets a devilish smile across his face and looks between his two friends that are sharing his expression, “And we’ll need to make this one REALLY nasty. Come on guys, we’ve got some planning to do!” James says, leading his friends back to the Gryffindor common room. “Those gits won’t know what hit them.”

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The next day, you sit out by the Black Lake feeling alone and cold in the winter air. You had successfully avoided any more Gryffindors since the previous day on the Quidditch pitch, and even made a point of trying to avoid James and the other Marauders.
You felt that either they would think you were silly for not being able to take jokes or they’d be upset that you hadn’t said anything about it before. You couldn’t handle your boyfriend or your friends being upset with you on top of the bullying, and you were afraid that you’d end up the butt of more Gryffindor jokes about how James was a better Seeker than you. You felt it best to just wait out the storm for a bit.
You sigh and rest your chin on your knees, staring blankly out at the lake, thinking about how much you wanted James to come comfort you.
“(Y/N), what are you doing sitting out here by yourself? You’ll catch your death!”
As if he could read your mind and apparate on the grounds, James comes up from behind and sits next to you, radiating his body heat.
“Here, take this,” James takes off his Burgundy fisherman sweater and hands it to you, leaving him in a much thinner long sleeved shirt.
“No no, I’ll be fine, I want you to wear it. You need it much more than I do!” James cuts you off before you can speak, seeing your slight concern for his well-being. You put on his sweater and feel instantly warmer, “Th-thanks James.” You stammer out, giving him a little half smile, then snuggling closer to his side as he wraps his arm around your waist.
“I missed you yesterday after the match,” James says softly, rubbing his thumb along your side.
“Yeah I missed you too, James.” You replied, feeling ashamed of letting your emotions get to you.
“I just….I didn’t want to accidentally bump into those Gryffindors again…”
“Oh you won’t have to worry about them anymore,” James slyly smiles at you, “we took care of them.”
You stare up at him with wide eyes, “Wh-what did you guys do?”
You couldn’t help but feel curious and a little touched that he would get even his own housemates for teasing you.

“Well, first we switched out their shampoo for green hair dye which will last at least a month, but that really skinny one had really blonde hair so it might linger on him a bit longer. It was so funny when they all came out into the common room this morning in a panic! Everyone had a good laugh at their expense,” you smiled shyly at James’s remarks and he squeezed you a bit tighter before continuing, “And then we slipped them a potion in their drinks this morning at breakfast, making their faces break out with that continue to get bigger and bigger until they pop all over the place! Everyone is extremely grossed out by them!” You giggle a little, but scrunch up your nose at the gross image in your head, “Yeah I know, it’s pretty nasty actually!” James continues, “And for added measure, whenever Remus, Sirius, and I see them, we hit ‘em with the ol’ levicorpus jinx just cause they’re scum, and they never know where it comes from! You should see them flailing about all crazy! It serves them right for being little gits!” James finishes, looking at you with a sweet smile and his dreamy blue eyes. Your heart felt full and you could feel warmth coming up to your cheeks as you tried to fight back your smile.
“Thanks James,” you say, nuzzling into his neck, “You did all of that, just for me?”
“Well of course! Nobody messes with my girl! Not on my watch! They’re just lowlifes who wish they could play Quidditch as well as you can.” You kiss James’s jawline softly and you can feel his chest expand slightly as he breathes in.
“If anybody else messes with you, (Y/N), don’t hesitate to tell me. I know you think you appear weak if you do, Moony was telling me he thought that was why you kept quiet, but you don’t have to go at it alone. I’ll be sure to show those bullies the wrath of the Marauders!”
You felt your heart sink a little, feeling the rush of shame once more, causing you to pull yourself away from him.
“You know why I’d do that?” He began, stroking your (H/C) hair.
“It’s not cause I think you need me to protect you or that you’re weak. It’s cause I love you and hate when people hurt you. It hurts me when I see you hurt, and whoever does that to you has to pay for taking away your happiness. I’ll always be here to help you and take care of you if you need it.”
You look over at him and could find no words to say. Your heart rate increased and you felt like you wanted to cry. Nobody ever said they loved you before and you never felt like anyone truly cared for you. For lack of anything better, you throw yourself into James’s arms and give him a soft but salty kiss. He pulls away enough to look at your face, “Now where is that smile I love so much?” He says, placing an extra small kiss on your forehead. You try to hold it back so he couldn’t best you again, but his messy hair, crystal eyes, and sweet smile got the better of you. Slowly you let the corners of your lips turn up and your cheeks blush as you look away from him.
“That’s my girl!” James gives you another tight hug before helping you up off the dry, crunchy grass.
“Now let’s go find Moony and Padfoot. We want to show you how horrible those gits look!”