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Guys stop hating on Sebastian!

I’m sure he’s really sorry for cancelling at Wizard World and getting a chance to meet more of his fans, but the guys an actor. It’s what he does for a living! There is no need to send him hate messages on his Instagram and be mad at him, I mean the guy is only human and he’s an amazing actor.

He’s going off to film a new movie, maybe it’s for Black Panther, maybe it’s for something else, but you guys shouldn’t get mad over something like this, this is how actors hate their fans. We don’t want Sebastian to hate us now, do we?

I’m sure there will be more cons he will be at, but in the meantime just let him be, he’s off to shoot in Ireland for maybe a month or two, maybe more. And he will run into fans there off set. 

So don’t be mad at him for not being able to have a clear schedule all the time, the man is busy and thanks to him we have an amazing guy playing Bucky and he’s one hell of an actor!

He’s all sunshine and rainbows and we love him for that!

Don’t be mad at him for filming a new movie/tv/cameo. Just be happy we’ll see him in something new!

Shakespeare Pokemon Go Teams?

I’ll get us started:

Beatrice picked Valor, and Benedick chose Mystic (because there is no way he’d ever pick Beatrice’s team). Hero and Don Pedro are both Instinct. 

Marina is Mystic. Pericles is Valor. Thaisa is Instinct.

Paulina is Valor. Perdita is Instinct. Leontes is Valor. Hermione doesn’t play, but she would pick Instinct if she did.

Somerset (from 1 Henry VI) is Valor, while York/Richard III is Mystic. Henry VI is instinct.

So, am I off at all? Do you have any Pokemon Go headcanons of your own?

AND ANOTHER THING.

I’m rewatching some s1 JtV and just. I’m sorry, but Jane still smiles more with Michael than with Rafael. Almost every episode has some level of discord between her and Rafael. Either he hides something from her or he’s not honest or… I’m just not seeing where they were in actual love. Infatuation, definitely. But love? Jane is always hesitant and unsure, even when swept off her feet.

Season 3, you’d better not cheat the narrative.

Pokemon AU NozoEli

When I was playing Pokemon emerald, I stumbled into a fact that Male Vulpix only has 25% of the Population. I spent about 14 hours to search for Male Vulpix and I only able to get 1 Male after fighting ton of random pokemon and female Vulpixes.

Then suddenly, my brain threw me into an imagination. 

What if:

  • Nozomi is a Pokemon Trainer who loves Mystical Pokemon, she collect all sort of Pokemon and her favorite is her female Vulpix.
  • She wants to experience raising a pokemon from egg (Really, she doesn’t even know the benefit of Pokemon Breeding, not even about the status thingy. It’s 100% because she want to know how it feel to raise a pokemon from egg.)
  • Its been a week and she still can’t find her target.
  • She gave up and decided to catch a few random Pokemon instead.
  • When she return to the Pokemon Center, she placed herself in the line behind a specific blonde who hold a Wounded Vulpix.
  • She thought that it’s normal to see a wounded Pokemon in a Pokemon Center, but after a while, she realized that it’s a Vulpix and if the Vulpix is male, she could breed it with her Vulpix. 
  • Nozomi confidently called this specific blonde, wanting to know the gender of the Vulpix she hold. (It’s male)
  • But when the blonde turned her gorgeous face at her, she began to be nervous.
  • This blonde is too beautiful for her gay heart, then the fact that she has to say her intention of calling this specific blonde makes her panic. 
  • The blonde gazes at her with curious sapphire eyes, tilting her head and say : Yes? (with her gentle and charming voice.)
  • Nozomi : “H-Hi, I’m… Toujou Nozomi. I was wondering if we can…uh… you know…breed.”

i’ve probably made this clear but idc here we go again: whenever i talk about percy, annabeth, or percabeth it is always in the context of an ot3 for me, literally any interaction i have with percabeth you can conclude and assume that they are in an ot3 unless i’ve stated otherwise. any percabeth content on my blog that i create is ot3 content.

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“Humans and Monsters”

Part 1 / Part 2 (here) /Part 3 (tba)/ Part ???

The Final Countdown

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if you could do one with either Dan + Reader or Phil + Reader about that story that goes around tumblr about how you have timers on yourself (I think your wrist?) that count down the months, days, hours, and seconds until you meet your soulmate, maybe when they meet at a meet and greet?? Thanks!! :D 

Pairing: Dan x Reader (I might do a Phil one in the future based of this sort of request, but I’m already working on one for him so I figured I’d write one for Dan too :)

Warnings: Literally none, other than the fact that this is probably terrible writing. 

Fic:

47 days, 12 hours, 5 minutes, and 26 seconds. The arrangement of numbers blinked back at you from their place on your wrist. They were supposedly there to tell you how long it will be until you meet your soulmate, but in all honesty they were just stressing you out more than anything right then.

You pulled a baggy sweater on over your head, watching as the fabric ate away the little blinking numbers. And then you were just Y/N. Awkward, socially stunted, nerdy Y/N, minus all that soul mate business. Funny how a little chip of metal could start to alter all of that. 

You pushed a bagel down into the toaster, making a mental note to yourself to actually pull it out before it ended up burning like the last few ties. And then  moved on to your coffee, realizing way too late that you had ever so conveniently forgotten to pick up coffee rounds at the store (again) and were stuck with one of the little packs of instant coffee that you had saved specifically for this sort of occasion. You pulled your mug, the white one with little cat whiskers at the top of it, from the cupboard. 

After filling it with water and sticking it in the microwave for the right amount of time, you did what a good Samaritan, such as yourself, should have done and started to respond to emails- that is until a little notification popped up saying that Danisnotonfire had uploaded a new video. 

It’s not like you could actually be expected to do something productive when there was a brand new YouTube video to watch. And so that’s how you spent the next four minutes of your life (and also how you managed to burn your third bagel that week).

                                                          ~

10 days, 1 hours, 52 minutes, and 8 seconds. Over-sized hoodies, sweatshirts, and really just anything with long sleeves became your go-to outfits of choice . Your timer had gotten you panicked over the past few days, the continuously dropping numbers starting to make your anxiety rear its ugly head. 

You were grabbing groceries, your earbuds loudly playing Fall Out Boy as you went along, throwing bread, eggs, and Oreos in to your cart. on second thought you tossed in a pack of Mac N’ Cheese too. A dinner for champions, really. 

                                                           ~

5 days, 6 hours, 12 minutes, and 26 seconds. You’ve never been this stressed. Not even when you had to do speeches back in secondary school. Your fingers curled and uncurled around your mug of tea. It was probably cold now at that point, as it had been sitting on the table for a good twenty minutes, but you drank it anyhow. The TV played an old rerun of Friends, a marathon most likely, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to focus on the show.

                                                            ~

1 day, 4 hours, 20 minutes, 14 seconds. You were ecstatic, you had actually managed to briefly push the thought of soulmates out of your mind. You were meeting Dan and Phil tomorrow. The Dan and Phil. 

You quickly poured food in to your cat’s bowl, sitting down on the floor next to her as she ate. 

“It’s freaking tomorrow. Holy crap. I’m so nervous,” You said aloud to yourself. “Or maybe I’m excited. I have no idea.”

You purposely kept your wrist down, averting your eyes from the numbers. The last thing you needed was more reason to be anxious. 

                                                              ~

0 days, 0 hours, 10 minutes, 51 seconds. You were there. You were actually there. In the same building as Dan and Phil, surrounded by some of the most wonderful people you’d ever met. The entire idea of timers and soulmates was wiped from your head, and you let yourself laugh with the others in your group as a sweet girl named Eden made a joke. 

“What do you think they’re like? Dan and Phil I mean,”Kathrine, the girl standing next to you asked to no one in particular, looking around as she spoke. 

“Tall,” Another girl answered with a laugh, and a few others agreed. 

“Nerdy,” Someone from the back of the group quipped. 

“Nice, I’m sure,”Added the boy to your right, whom you’d helped draw whiskers on earlier. You nodded in agreement. They would be overly nice, surely.

                                                                ~

0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 40 seconds. Dan and Phil gave you a matching a set of grins, and you smiled back so hard it hurt. You gave Phil a hug first. And told him you were doing very well when he asked you how you were. 

You gave Dan a hug next and before you could stress out about the fact that you were nearly crying on your favorite Youtubers, you heard a soft beeping and felt a strange tingling sensation in your wrist. 

He must’ve heard it too as he pulled away quickly, staring down at you with wide brown eyes as he gently pulled up his sleeve, his timer blinking up at the two of you. His blank timer blinking up at the two of you. 

You mirrored his actions, tugging your sleeve up far too slowly before coming coming face-to-face with dashes rather than numbers. Your heart beat ten times faster than normal and your stomach was filled with butterflies as you looked back up to him. 

“It’s you,” He said, a massive grin on his face.

anonymous asked:

ezra miller barry allen with the prompt wow you are beautiful (saying this the first time he meets shy!reader) PRETTY PLS IT WOULD MAKE MY DAY

Note: I have watched the trailer for Justice League many times just so that I could get a hint of what Ezra’s Barry Allen would be like. If it’s off in any way, please forgive me. I tried my best.

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It was another typical day for you. Laborious hours were spent at college that were mostly passed with the struggle of you attempting to stay awake. You knew that you needed your full six hours of sleep to be fully energized but the finals were coming up and you spent every waking second of your life in memorizing complex equations. You questioned yourself for what seemed like the hundredth time that day as to what in God’s name made you take up first year calculus that too with one of the most strictest professor’s made available in that damn building.

It was this thought mulling over in your head, that you walked down the busy avenue. There was a little drizzle going on, and the air around you was immensely cool. That, plus the music blasting in your ears, helped to calm you down a bit. You tried to remain in your head as best as you can and not notice all the loud noise that was being made by a group of locals, about a walk away. Part of you wanted to go up and check them out but the part that was too nervous in approaching new people won over.

Instead, you made your way into the local grocery store to pick up a few supplies. You took off your hood and gave a slight nod to the cashier. You picked up a basket and began to gather what you needed. Bread, cheese, a packet of toothpaste, some deodorant. The usual.

You were turning around a corner to head towards the back to grab a carton of milk, when you crashed hard into someone. The few moments in which you had to shut your eyes because of the pain was enough to tick you off. When you opened them, you were all but ready to scold the person before you.

Unfortunately, for him, he began on a mini rant of his own before you could even start.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I got distracted for just one second and I didn’t see you there. Which is funny considering I should have seen you coming from a mile away because wow you’re beautiful!” He babbled, making your eyebrows raise.

“Excuse me?” You asked for clarification.

You knew what he had said even in the great speed he was going at, but you still wanted to make sure that this was legit and not some random guy trying to make a pass at you.

“That was greatly inappropriate. I am so sorry. I’m just really off today, sick,” He pointed to his red nose as a way of explanation. “I should probably get out of your way and let you do your thing.” He said as he walked past you, down the aisle you came from. “Sorry, once again. Have a nice evening.”

You stared at his back as he left, totally taken aback by what had just happened. You chalked it up to one of those bizarre moments that simply happen with you, shook your head, and carried on.

______________

Two weeks had passed since your last exam finished and you were laying down on the grass, underneath the direct sunlight. Your body was feeling infinitely warm but you loved it. It sure beat the chilly weather over any day.

You were about to drift into a deep sleep when you were awoken by a sharp thrust to the back of your head. Your face, namely your nose, impacted with the ground and sent a sharp pain shooting through your body. You scrunched up your nose that was seating a deep anger, and turned around to see your assailant. You squinted as the shadow-hidden figure materialized in the full sunlight.

“Hey, I’m sorry! It was a total accident. Didn’t mean to hit you at all.” He apologized with a huff. “If I could, I would have stopped it. Well, I could have but then that would have aroused suspicions and I would have to give a long list of explanations which frankly no one around here would understand completely. Which in retrospect would make my saving you, totally useless -”

“Why do I need saving?” You asked, interrupting his tirade.

“Well.. the soccer ball did just hit you..” He said hesitantly, bending down to squat beside you. “You sure it didn’t hit you too hard?” He had reached out a hand to touch your head, but you leaned back away from his touch. “Right,” He retracted his hand, “Sorry. Are you okay?”

You remained silent, not really liking him at the moment.

“Hello?” He waved his hand in front of your face as you dazed off.

“This is the second time you’ve hurt me because of your ignorance.” You stated. “I don’t appreciate it.”

“I completely understand, and I’m sorry. Once again, truly,” You looked over his shoulder to see a group of ten year old kids waiting around, watching you both silently.

Looking back at him, “Why are you playing with kids?” You eyed him down, wondering if he had any evil ideas in regards to them.

“I’m coaching them.” He answered with a grand smile.

You eyed him down once more. Judging from his clothes, he didn’t look like a coach.

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true!”

“Step aside.” You said, nudging him aside so that you could get up. Turning around, you said, “Next time, if we ever do meet, do me a favor and try not to hurt me.”

You left as he began to give you an exasperated look.

_____________

You clapped as the best man finished giving his toast. Your friend had never looked more vibrant than she has today. Being with her significant other brought out a glow that you felt a tang envious of. But just a bit since you didn’t necessarily want to dampen her lively spirits.

You had left your table to attend to some of your other friends, when you got tackled. You let out a shout while you felt strong arms jerk you. You faced your assailant and your fury simmered down to a deep irritation and annoyance as it was once again, the one and only - Red.

Granted, that’s not his name, but it is a name that you had given him while you were walking back towards your home during your last encounter. Red was always prevalent on him. Whether it was his Rudolph-like nose, or his red and black checkered shirt, it was always shouting and screaming from everything else around him.

“Why am I not surprised?” You asked, sarcasm dripping your voice.

“Sorry?” He asked, shrinking into himself.

“What? No, long fumbling rants today.” You asked, crossing your arm.

“Not really. Unless you would like one. I have no problem in giving it to you. Frankly speaking, someone as gorgeous as you shouldn’t be denied anything they ask. Unless it’s murder or something equally law-forbidding. Then we have a problem and I might just have to arrest you.”

“And there he is.” You mumbled under your breath as he began.

“What’s that?” He asked, leaning in closer.

“Oh, I was just wondering, if it’s a habit of yours to meet everyone by attacking them or am I just special?”

“You’re very special. Don’t count yourself for less.”

Your mouth hung open. A blushing smile began to creep onto your lips as the thought of him flirting with you coming to mind.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“If it’s really obvious.. then does it still count? He asked, awkwardly.

“I think?” You answered with a question. Frankly, you had no idea how to flirt or if that’s what was even going on here.

“So why don’t we just skip this whole awkward discourse and get to the good stuff?”

Your eyebrows raised high at what he was implying.

“Like?”

With pursed lips and a thoughtful gaze, he offered, “A dance?”

“You can dance?” You asked incredulously.

Given the fact he almost toppled you over twice from very long distances, you weren’t really in the mood of trying out what he was capable of doing in close quarters.

Taking a sigh, he answered, “No, not really.”

Your head dropped a little as a teasing smile came to you.

“You just want to know me?” You suggested instead, peering through your eyelashes at him.

“That will be great.” He confessed with a huge relief.

“You don’t really know how to talk to people, do you?” You asked, looking at his jittery form.

“No, not really. I generally weird them out before they even get to know me.”

“Geez, I wonder why.” You said sarcastically.

“I think it’s my no-filter mind. Also the fact that I speak at a much faster rate than most people can comprehend and the people I associate myself with aren’t exactly the type I can bring up at dinner tables.” He offered, a bit too honestly. “Anyways, shall we?” He slight bowed down and extended his arm before you, showing you the way.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics but found an amusing, yet gentle smile grace your lips. There was something really quirky about him, and some of the things he said went completely over your head. But he was bearable. Which quite frankly, said a lot about him compared to other people you’ve met.

“Just try not to kill me.” You joked, as you walked in his suggested way.

“I would stop time before I let that happen.” He commented.

When you looked at him, you saw an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. You still have doubts on what you saw, since it was just a flicker, but you wonder if you saw little sparks course through his eyes.

I would like to state for the record that I will never not even in a million years ever be over the whole beth childs look with the suit and the sunglasses and the bun

I did a thing and I'm sorry

A beep. A noise. A smell.
Where am I?
Can’t move. A room. Which room? My room? No, unfamiliar smell. Another room. Another beep. Yes, of course. Stupid. A hospital. Obviously.
But why? Why here, why now? What happened.
Oh. A feeling. A hand. Whom’s hand?
Long fingers, short nails, a hint of dry skin. Warm. A man, yes a man.
Obviously a man Sherlock. And you know exactly who it is, don’t you. Don’t be stupid, brother mine.
Mycroft?
Another hand. One on top, one below.
Warm, safe, home. Obviously, John’s hands. Stupid.
“Sherlock?”
John.
Can’t move.
“I’m here”
Don’t go.

Light. Bright. Very bright light. Blinding.
A thumb. A caress. A feeling. Home.
John.
One eye, other eye. Blinking, twice.
Another beep.
“Sherlock? You’re awake?”
Yes, yes!
Or am I? I’m not sure. What happened.
Oh, yes of course. A needle, a pinch, a relief, a blood stain.
“Why again, Sherlock.” Sad voice. Sad John.
Sorry.
Can I say something? Trying, only muffled sounds. Guess the answer is no, how annoying.
“I’m sorry Sherlock. I should have been there.”
You are here.
Eyes still open, blinking.
New feeling. Hand, in hair. My hair.
John’s hand in my hair. Gentle, reasuring.
Please more. Something, anything.
I see his face for the first time, though my eyes have been open for long.
Hair, eyes, nose, lips. Sad lips. A shy smile? His lips, I long for. Please.
Eyes: Blue, red? Vains visible. Crying.
Don’t cry.
“John.” It only comes out as a whisper.
“Sherlock? I’m here now. It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.”
Lips, on mine. Please. But no.
“Is he awake?” Another voice, a female.
Blonde, blue eyes. Short hair, Conclusion: wife.
Hand dissapir from my hair - No home.
Come back.
“Maybe you should let him rest, John.”
The female, the blonde, the wife. A liar.
Suddenly lips on lips. Not my lips, her lips. That wife.
John please.
Foot steps. One, two, three. Fading.
Don’t go.
Please.
Door closing.
Come back.
Alone, afraid, awake.
“John”