oh my god the things you face does to me

2016 memes

2016 memes

January:
•bad new year jokes
•if a dog wore pants would he wear them like this or this
•all these suggestion blogs
•orange soda please
i’ll have the strawberry soda
me too, the strawberry soda
•You fucked up a perfectly good x is what you did. Look at them. They got anxiety.
•kylo ren is shredded
•Jared Leto: *does something*
Director: oh my God…it’s like…is he Jared…or Joker right now?????
•tag yourself
•super mario 64 half a press
•this is x. be like x

February:
•the finebros suing something
•secret government agent: *punches me in the face* SAY IT
me: never
secret government agent: x
me: *spits blood in their face* fUCK YOU
•bernie or hillary things that have a ridicilous issue and even funnier answers
•jean something, jomething
•damn daniel
•ted cruz is the zodiac killer

March:
•the dad from kuzco being like 👌
•kazoo kid
•everyone who watched zootopia is a furry
•history of japan
•x or y? *insert similiar pictures here, like donald trump and raw chicken*
•get you a man that can do both
•going to papaw’s house for burgers
•no oscar meme is dead meme
•we dem boyz
•i’m you but stronger

April:
•marge simpson
•different variations of the hs panel where jade picks up the note
•tumblr’s lizard voting
•everyone’s a dirty homestuck
•lot of those powerpuff selves
•baby stevens
•ruining someone’s dream journal
•there’s no way out of it you’ll just have to decapitate me
•autocorrect in verbal conversation
person1: i love you
person1: *hate
person2: this is a verbal conversation
•WHAT WE REALLY AREEE
•don’t talk to me or my son ever again
•dark x show me y

May:
•dan backslide (and dover boys)
•dat boi
•stone age spongebob

June:
•are you x or y person? (tag yourself meme in text format)
•get a man who can do both is getting more popular again
•it’s june where the fuck are halloween memes???

July:
•america memes
•IT’S HALLOWEEN
•the vacuum cleaner playing a harmonica
•associating characters/songs/etc. with spongebob screenshots
•this👏emoji👏after👏every👏word
•(any videogame) go, go outside and x
•a picture of something with text, and more pictures after that, in every one of the pictures the picture starts getting waaay worse, but the text gets really detailed
•HANDSY👏CLAPSY👏IS👏A👏NEW👏TROLLSONA👏
•judge: how do you plead?
x: *looks at y*
y: *mouths ‘not guilty’*
x: hot milky
y: jc just lock them up
•hitting the blue button

August:
•arthur screenshot where his hand is a fist
•9-1-1 for kids
•Exeggutor
•harambe
•RANDY YOUR STICKS
•sausage party
•how (character) are you feeling today? *numbers from 1 to ten with silly pictures of the character*
•alola form

September:
•the thing with voltron fandom where there’s train tracks and “death in season 2” and two characters and u have to choose which one to kill
•someone: a basic word
me, an intellectual: that word said with synonyms to make it sound weird
•gonna prank dad when he gets home ((he never gets home))
•[song] but it keeps getting faster

October:
•userboxes
•the presidental debate, i can’t believe that there still are people who want to vote trump after that, yikes
•dedede
•you vs the guy she told you not to worry about
•photofunia retrowave
•picture of someone with those math things
•my longest yeah boy ever
•taking a picture of something that requiers two hands in a bathroom
•posting ur favourite vines

November:
•christmas stuff
•dick: out
•sir, you’ve been in coma
•kermit with a hood on his head
•blurred image that says perfection, after that an image where glasses are being cleaned, and then something u like
•WE ARE NUMBER ONE

December:
•BODE
• *picture of really basic or bad food with text that’s spelled wrong and the phrase “bon appetit” is spelled even more wrong"
•*dropping something, and it spells send nudes*
•x but every time y happens it gets faster
*bee movie but every time they say bee it gets faster
•several spongebob memes
•i described the meme about bad pictures with detailed text in july, it’s wildly popular now
•dramatic youtubers

apparently i missed a few things so, additions:
•steven’s knife
•joe biden
•aux chord
•dabbing
•a lot of spongebob memes, like the blurry mister crabs
•nebby get in the bag
•clowns
•harambe happened earlier than it says on the list
•several stranger things memes
•we die like men

Max Damage Dildo

Same group as the mega dwarf woman, consisting of a tiny ratfolk rogue, a blind kenku warlock, and a 7 foot tall lupine ranger (our half orc friend had to leave the campaign). We defeated a bone naga and found a hidden chest under a pile of bones with some unusual goods.

Lupine: Are these…are these dildos?

Ratfolk (is socially inept): what’s that?

L: Nothing don’t worry about it. (OOC): I take the biggest one.

DM: I can’t believe I’m letting this happen but fine, you pick up a 24 inch dildo and pocket it.

R (OOC): I also take one….I’m a rogue and I likes collecting things.

Next session we investigate a town where dead bodies have been going missing. While investigating a graveyard, two guards surprise us and are quickly determined to be the guilty party. They both manage to miss the Kenku warlock, who is standing directly in front of them…and is blind. The rogue manages to miss and is now the lupines turn.

L (*after a minute of thought*) OOC: I take out my 24 inch dildo and chuck it at the nearest one’s face.

DM: ….why did I let this happen. Okay fine, but you’re getting disadvantage because it’s an improvised weapon.

Lupine manages to pass all of the checks, and javelins the dildo into the guards face, breaking his nose.

DM: He’s just discovered something horrible about himself….he was really into that.

Our Kenku manages to climb on a guards back and hold a knife to his throat, demanding information about what’s been going on at the risk of his friend dying. They submit and we tie them up, while she also enters his mind and gains extra information.

Kenku: For cooperating I will let you go….you do not need to worry about your boss finding you. If I ever see you skulking around these parts again I will make you wish it was your boss who found you instead.

Guard: Okay…but please since I cooperated….can I take the object that hit me in the face with me?

L: Only on the condition I get to hit you in the face with it again.

R OOC: If she does this I wanna help and use mine. I may not know what it is but I know it’s the same thing and that I wanna hit him.

DM: Again, I CAN’T believe I let this happen but okay. Both of you roll a D4.

L: Uuuh I rolled a 4

R: I got a 4 too! Oh my god we rolled max damage with two dildos

We both high five and laugh uncontrollably for a few minutes while our DM questions his life choices.

Age is but a Number, Love is Infinite

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,775

Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times

Request: Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?

A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D

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anonymous asked:

I just had all the feels about baby Stiles, maybe two or three years old, meeting full-shifted eight-year-old Derek. And Stiles is just absolutely mesmerized by the shiny black pup with soft yellow eyes. They make friends. Stiles even sometimes naps with his head on that wolf's fuzzy belly. (cont)

And of course, as they grow up, he sometimes talks to the dog - as most pet owners do - about his day, or what he’s worried about, or how he has a huge crush on that boy Derek from across the street who’s WAY TOO COOL and would never notice him in a million years because Stiles is young and awkward and Derek is awesome and sportsy and older and did I mention awesome?

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR FAR TOO LONG. 

I originally planned to write a fic based on it but my brain is dead writing wise at the moment and going through my old drafts, this made me smile too much not to post. 

adore fics where Stiles doesn’t realise his friendly neighbourhood dog is actually one Derek Hale and I love even more when Stiles either hates Derek but Derek has a major crush on him or Stiles is pining hard after the cool boy at school/his hot neighbour and Derek is actually too awkward/emotionally constipated to try and snuggle with Stiles in any other way but in his wolf form. Seriously, I’d read this trope 1000 times over and never get bored. 

“He smiled at me today, Sparky.”

Oh god, why did he have to name me Sparky? Who names their dogs Sparky? It’s not even a cool loser name. 

I think I was cool?? At least, I was trying to be but then he did this thing where he tipped his sunglasses down his face and grinned and I kind of face planted the sidewalk. Fuck, I hope he didn’t see.”

I did.

And then, he came to History wearing a leather jacket. Can you believe it? It’s like he knows what leather does to me…I swear, it’s like he can read my mind sometimes.”

Shit.

Kind of like last week, when I discovered I had a serious thing for guys in glasses after seeing Tyler Hoechlin in Supergirl. And then boom! He showed up to school, wearing glasses, Sparky. Oh my god, what if I have, like, mind control powers?”

How do I have a crush on you?

What if every time I develop a new fantasy, Derek feels compelled to do it? Shit. What if I end up into kinky stuff? What if he shows up to prom in handcuffs and a blindfold??

Very unlikely. Unless I work up the courage to ask you out by then and handcuffs and blindfolds are something you want to try out on prom night.

Maybe I should write him some kind of apology card. Would that be creepy?”

Probably not creepier than pretending to be a stray dog because every time I’ve tried to ask you out I forget how to talk.

Do you think I could ask him out in the card too? Like, P.S. I also think you’re really hot. Except for your bunny teeth. Which are adorable. Please consider dating me. This is Stiles, by the way.” 

Yes. Wait – adorable?

“I’m going to do it, Sparky.”

Finally.

I’m going to do the deed.”

Okay.

“I’ll start on the ten year plan tonight.”

Ten year WHAT? 

work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

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request: can i ask for a reggie x reader where he tries to ask her out but plays hard to get? thanks! :)

it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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Liam Dunbar x Reader x Theo Raeken


~ Part 1

Warnings: Mature content, sexual content, hints of smut, nsfw.

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“Where is she?” Theo fumed as he ran after Scott. He was on his way towards the cafeteria, in hopes of getting rid of Theo since he’s been asking about your presence at least three times just this morning.

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magnusbaene  asked:

also consider this: after the wedding they both take every single opportunity to say the words 'my husband'. doesnt matter if everyone already knows who theyre talking about (mostly bc the other is right next to them.. which is added incentive bc they get to see the joy and love on their husband's face)

ellie please i’m so weak

the thing is that everyone knows who they’re talking about, there isn’t a soul in the shadow world who doesn’t know that magnus bane and alec lightwood got married. their names are widespread and doesn’t matter if it’s shadowhunters and downworlders, there’s no one that doesn’t know who they are. there’s no one who doesn’t know who they are talking about, but does that stop them from making that distinction every single god damn time? no of course not

every single time it’s “oh have you met my husband, magnus?” and “ah excuse me for a moment, my husband alec is calling me.” and everyone around them just wants to roll their eyes out of their head because yes of course we know who you’re talking about. but at the same time it’s definitely pretty damn cute. it’s my husband in a way that lights up in their eyes like little shards of light. it’s my husband in ways that makes them both stop and just stare at each other as though they remembered again for the thousandth time oh, we’re really married aren’t we? we’re really married. we really did this. we’re together, forever, you and i. and it lights them up something awful like kissing for no reason in the middle of an event where they should be mingling with other people. it’s magnus’s hand pressing into alec’s back and pulling him close because alec’s eyes are shining like he just remembered the weight of those words again. and it’s smiles, huge smiles across the room when they overhear each other or when someone else says it. “this is magnus bane and his husband, alec.” “ah yes have you met alec lightwood and his husband, magnus?” and it’s just sweet candied sugar on the tongue and a feeling like unity.

but the worst part of all is when they’re alone. when they’re alone it’s “good morning mr. lightwood-bane.” it’s “what would you like for breakfast mr. lightwood-bane?” it’s “i missed your mouth mr. lightwood-bane.” and sometimes maybe “i want to sit in your lap, mr. lightwood.” or “you look good all laid out like this underneath me, mr. bane.”

You know what is amazing ? Truly amazing ? Is that we can go back and reading bleach KNOWING that ichigo had a crush that transformed into love for orihime . 

Like this ichigo ? 

Totally had a crush on Orihime 

And this ichigo ? 

ALSO totally had a crush on Orihime 

And this ichigo ? 

He is a dork trying to take care of his crush 

AND THIS ICHIGO IS FALLING IN LOVE WITH ORIHIME 

AND THIS ONE GOD LOOK AT THIS ONE TRYING TO PROTECT THE GIRL HE LOVES DESPITE HAVING GREAT TROUBLES TO CONTROL HIS HOLLOW 

AND THIS ONE IS FUCKING PROMISING TO PROTECT HER . HER AND ONLY HER WHEN HIS OTHER FRIENDS WERE HURT TOO . Also in japanese culture this particular sentence hold a lot of meaning in the romantic sense . 

“ Ok ok I get what you mean “ you say to me “ But what about THAT ichigo ????” 

ALSO FUCKING IN LOVE WITH ORIHIME MY DUDE HELL YEAH 

And this ichigo ? Crushed by Orihime being taken to Hueco mundo . 

LOOK AT THIS BOY LIKE CALM DOWN ICHIGO WE KNOW YOU LOVE HER BUT CHILL DAMN no but seriously look at his reaction rukia was about to die and yet his gut reacted here at the mere mention of orihime’s name ???? 

And look at this mofo seeing his love in slow motion hair blowing in the wind and shit 

AND GOD LOOK AT HIM PROTECTING HER WHILE SHE HAD HER SHIELD IN FRONT OF HER . lIKE ICHIGO YOU’RE SIXTEEN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

And look at him not even being able to look at orihime in the eyes because he sees fear in the way she looks at him . God this breaks my heart 

Ok this heals my heart look at him being completely awestruck , look at Kubo represented her voice reaching out to him ! Look at his eyes GODFUCKINGDAMMIT 

*sobs* FUCKING ORIHIME SAID HIM TO NOT BE FUCKING HURT ANYMORE AND LOOK AT HIM , THIS LOSER HE WAS NOT ABLE TO KEEP UP WITH GRIMMJOW BUT JUST ORIHIME CHEERING FOR HIM AND SUDDENLY HE IS . NOT ALLOWED . TO SUSTAIN ANYMORE DAMAGE . He is so fucking in love with this girl it disgusts me 

Ichigo! You’re dead ! On the floor! You have a hole in your chest! like dude it’s not the time to think about orihime and how much you want to protect her oh god 

OMG ICHIGO YOU JUST HAD A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST AND YOU TRANSFORMED INTO YOUR HOLLOW WHICH WAS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR LIKE THE FIRST THING YOU DO IS ASKING ORIHIME IF SHE’S ALRIGHT WHILE SHE’S OBVIOUSLY UNINJURED . LIKE JUST HOW MUCH DOES HE CARES FOR HER OH MY GOD 

And look at him , puppy faced and all mushy mushy just because orihime cried for him . What a loser omg ichigo like be cool in front of orihime stop wearing your heart in your eyes your feelings plain for the whole world to see like that 

“ yeah I noticed you were real popular with the guys … not that it bothers … but you know… I’m just placing it in the conversation … like that … just to … you know… ANYWAY” 

We SEE YOU ICHIGO WE KNOW YOU NOTICED ORIHIME WAS SO POPULAR WITH THE GUYS AND IT BOTHERS YOU but except from keeping the creeps away from Orihime he won’t do anything about it because he always respected Orihime’s agency so much like this kid is so pure I love him god 

Look at him being awestruck once again by orihime . Thinking she is so great and amazing and his heart must expands so much knowing just how much her and chad care for him . He must be so grateful 

Omg don’t do this to him orihime he’s so in love with you SO IN LOVE . He cannot stand the thought of losing you because of tsukishima’s power look at how heartbroken he looks STOP ORIHIME STOP also orihime my love breaking through tsukishima’s ability just because OF THE STRENGTH OF HER LOVE FOR ICHIGO LIKE WHERE DO THEY STOP FOR THE OTHER OMG THIS IS TOO MUCH 

Once again look at him being all dorky and happy like a puppy just at seeing orihime !! He had just been beaten by Bach and was depressed he couldn’t protect everybody but POOF one look at Orihime safe and smiling and bam puppy eyes showing his feelings to the whole world 

OMG ICHIGO BE COOL THIS IS SO TOTALLY LAME 

oKAY YOU LOST IT I GET IT HORMONES YOU’RE A TEENAGER AND YOU’VE LOVED ORIHIME FOR SO LONG YOU’RE BOUND TO ACT LIKE THAT SOMETIMES I GET IT MY GUY 

And look at him comforting orihime like “ NO ORIHIME DON’T BE SAD NO” . Omg he is such a dork , he is so in love it’s killing me

HE WENT BACK TO PROTECT HER CRADDLING HER TO HIS CHEST LIKE SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE HE’LL ALWAYS ALWAYS PROTECT HER NO MATTER WHAT

Okay ichigo danger is over you should let her go now even if her hair is really soft and it feels really good holding her so close to you  

AND LOOK AT HIM MY GUY IN THE MIDDLE OF BATTLE COMMUNICATING WITH HIS WIFEY BY A SINGLE LOOK TO REASSURE HER . LIke godammn ichigo you’re fighting against a god FOCUS 

OMG ONCE AGAIN YOU STOP MID BATTLE TO REASSURE HER . ARE YOU SHOWING OFF YOUR NEW COOL FORM IN FRONT OF ORIHIME , ICHIGO ??? ARE YOU ???? ARE YOU?????????????

And most importantly the most in love with orihime of all those ichigo 

It’s been 12 years he’s been in love with her and look at the softness in his eyes , the casualness because THEY ARE FUCKING MARRIED FOR AT THE VERY LEAST 6 YEARS OMG THEY SPEND EVERY DAY TOGETHER BEING ALL DORKY AND IN LOVE . cAN YOU BELIEVE THEY GOT THEIR HAPPY ENDING ??? CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY ONLY EVER LOVED EACH OTHER ???? CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY BOTH GOT TO MARRY THEIR HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART ???? CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY HAD A BEAM FOR SUNSHINE AS A SUN ?? CAN YOU BELIEVE HOW HAPPY THEY MUST BE WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER EVERY MORNING GOD ????

THEY ARE JUST . SO IN LOVE . 

* spontaneously combust*

My fic recs 2.0

A part 2 to my previous post, found here.

****Disclaimer: Basically only Klance. 

Lance has a boyfriend. Lance does not realize he has a boyfriend. Keith, understandably, does not react well.

This story gave me so much secondhand embarrassment, it’s ridiculous. I was just like groaning through the entire thing lmao. It’s really great though, I love how like Lance just goes with whatever the entire time lol. He is just so clueless

Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

This really is the coffee shop AU you need in your life. It gave me roughly 10000 feelings. I’ve been through a lot of the things Keith experiences in this, so it really hit home for me. ;__; super good, great ending, I love it

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.
Lance isn’t going to stand for this.

This is just a reaaaaally sweet story. :3 I love the slowburn. 

Lance is an emotional person who cries easily (and does the trembly-lip thing a lot) but tries to stay strong in front of the team.

OR

Five times Lance stopped himself from crying in front of his teammates, and the one time he couldn’t hold it back.

Seriously strong Langst ;__; made me cry. Someone please support my boy

(no klance in this one haha)

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

Drunk!Keith is the cutest and funniest thing ever. I love all of his silly puns and special facts. 

aftg characters as lines from it's always sunny in philadelhpia
  • neil: [wearing jean shorts] what is white trash about that?!
  • andrew: smoke some cigarettes. the smoke will suffocate the bacteria in your stomach
  • kevin: everybody's dying bitch, let's get you some fruit
  • dan: later, dudes. S you in your A’s, don’t wear a C and J all over your B’s
  • matt: don't bring me down. not right now. not while my nips are like this
  • nicky: oh, i get it. cute. you leave this pen here and people are supposed to think, “wait, that looks like a dick”
  • renee: well, first off, through god all things are possible so jot that down
  • allison: we’re gonna get all in your face and point out your faults
  • aaron: i'm gonna get nice and drunk, play some video games until my eyes bleed
  • riko: he does not deserve to be the king of the mountaintop I AM THE KING OF THE MOUNTAIN TOP I REIGN SUPREME OVER EVERYONE IN THIS SCHOOL I AM THE GOLDEN GOD OF THIS PLACE I REIGN SUPREME! I ! I !
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Allison Argent x Werewolf!Reader

~ Part 1

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, fingering, girlxgirl.
Word count: 1 491

A/N: I used the request to make a part 2 of this imagine, I think it suited well, or else I would have an similar imagine to what I’ve already written.

Tags: @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481

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reachann  asked:

I was thinking while I was watching Voltron s02 - the episode where Keith and Hunk were inside the yellow lion and Keith was 'back-lion driving' and Hunk just told him off for it. With the Voltron Family au, what if Keith was teaching Hunk how to drive and he was doing the same thing but it just made Hunk nervous and not learn how to drive properly. Shiro probably saves the day by giving Keith some tips. Lololol. BTW, I miss you, bebz!!!

[The Voltron Family] Hunk was 15 years old when Keith grabbed his hand and they made their way to his red car, hand in hand. Keith was smiling so wide. Today was the day he was going to teach Hunk how to drive.

Keith: *squeezes Hunk’s hand* You ready, baby?
Hunk: *looks up nervously* To be completely honest, I am—
Keith: *excited* Good! *gives Hunk’s hand one last squeeze and a kiss on the forehead* Now go get in the driver’s seat.
Hunk: Daddy Keith, I—

Keith released Hunk’s hand and proceeded to go to the passenger’s seat. Hunk let out a deep sigh and went inside the car. He buckled up his seat belt and then just stared at his Dad.

Keith: *smiles* Yes?
Hunk: Aren’t you going to orient me with things first? 
Keith: *blinks and then smirks* I believe in learning on the job.
Hunk: Oh my god. Did you just quote Gobber from How To Train Your Dragon? I’m dead. I’m so dead. *drags his hands on his face* I should’ve asked Daddy Shiro instead.
Keith: *snorts* Please. Your Daddy Shiro drives under 40! Who does that? That’s so slow. He even went 20. 20! On our date, Hunk! You never get anywhere on time with that speed. 60-90 is where its at, sweetie.
Hunk: *gulps* *grips the wheel* In case I die, can you… can you tell—
Keith: *rolls eyes fondly* Oh stop being so melodramatic. This is an automatic car, it’s just easy.
Hunk: Daddy Shiro bought this car for you as a present, didn’t he? *smiles*
Keith: He did, yes. And stop with the small talk, Hunk. I know you’re stalling. Now hold the gear stick and—
Hunk: *holds the stick and selects reverse* Okay, done.
Keith: See? You know the parts well. *grins*
Hunk: I googled last night just to be prepared. *laughs nervously*

Hunk was going crazy. Keith kept on saying “Don’t push too hard on the pedal! What did I just say? You stopped too late! Hunk! Eyes on the road! Check your side mirrors! Check your monitor in front when you’re backing! Careful you’re going to hit that fence! Hunk! Faster! Go slower! Turn the wheel more!”

At this rate, he’d never be able to drive a car.

When they came back, Shiro was there to greet them by the front porch. Hunk quickly climbed out of the car and went down on his knees in front of Shiro.

Hunk: *cries* Daddy Shiro, PLEASE TEACH ME HOW TO DRIVE!
Shiro: *restrains himself from laughing* Why? What’s wrong, Hunk?
Keith: *rolls eyes* He’s just being dramatic. It wasn’t that bad. He did okay on his first day. Tomorrow he’ll improve I’m sure.
Hunk: Tomorrow? *cries in horror* There’s a second day?!
Keith: Of course. I’m teaching you for a week. Seven days, sweetheart.
Hunk: *looks back at Shiro and touches his knees* SAVE ME.

Later that night when Shiro and Keith were ready for bed.

Shiro: I should join you tomorrow with Hunk. 
Keith: *glares* Are you saying I’m not capable of teaching my own son?
Shiro: *shakes head* *chuckles* No, Keith. I’m not saying that. I’m just saying maybe it would be great to have his two Dads teach him, have a different perspective on things and all that.
Keith: *squints suspiciously* 

The following day…

Shiro: Hunk, you’re going above 30 now! Go slower! 
Hunk: But Daddy Keith said—
Shiro: Forget what he said! Eyes on the road, soldier! You’re under my—
Keith: *snorts* *places a hand on Hunk’s shoulder* You’re doing great, baby. What was that again with you wanting your Daddy Shiro to teach you?
Hunk: I think I would rather prefer yo—
Shiro: No talking and concentrate on the road, Hunk!
Hunk: Sir, yes, sir! *horrified*

When Hunk turned 16, he passed his driving test for a student’s permit with flying colours. He never cried so hard in his life. 

A Revolution, A Revelation

alexander hamilton x reader

prompt: could you do an alex x reader where the reader is watching samuel give his speech and she is the one who roasts him like in the song and alex and the gang watch and yeah alex is amazed?

a/n: thank you to whoever requested this prompt i love it lots. i don’t have any requests atm so if you would like to request any imagines, i’ll try my best to write them :))

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“Hear he, hear ye! My name is Samuel Seabury, and I present ‘Free Thoughts On The Proceedings Of The Continental Congress!’” Seabury announced in a triumphant voice, a large smile on his face.

You stood among the group of people that had formed around Samuel, your arms crossed and a frown painted upon your face as you continued to hear the ridiculous man plead things you knew were absolute bullshit.

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Happy Birthday Even - Lørdag 23:57

I wrote a little fic for Even’s birthday! Also available here at Ao3.


Staying up late at night and into the hours of the early morning was nothing new to them. Whether it was in person or on the phone, Even and Isak had become that couple that caused more confusion when they were seen apart than together. Isak was still figuring out the correct balance between friend time and Even time, although the two had been overlapping more and more, he was glad to ignore the well-intended quips about their co-dependency. He knew that wasn’t exactly it, they were both fully-functioning people apart, they just functioned better together. And that was the whole point, wasn’t it?

So it should have been no surprise that they spent the better half of Saturday, February 11th together. Wrapped up in Isak’s sheets, the two rested in the inefficient but soft light of Isak’s bedside lamp. It was alright with them. Noses pressed together, thumbs trailing along the lines of cheekbones, jaws, necks, gently brushing away stray hair from the forehead—the moments were endless and just as gentle as the light. Isak could have fallen asleep right there if he wasn’t so determined to keep his eyes open and awake on his boyfriend.

He dropped his hand from Even’s hair to quickly pick up his phone from where it sat behind Even’s head.

23:57.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I also watched the Bronze, but is it just me or is his character super hot??? Like when he says "my girl(s)"!!! I want to be one of his girls lmao

AHHHH SO YOU JUST STRUCK MY INSPIRATION NERVE!!! LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD, SHALL WE? WE SHALL!

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

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Trouble

This is a (VERY LATE) holiday fic for my non-fandom writing group SS, flutterby_cupcake_26 on AO3.

It’s SoMa. It’s sweet, sad, and sappy. I hope you find some enjoyment even if it’s not your fandom or pairing, and I’m so so so sorry for being the worst latest SS EVAH!

Thanks go to @sahdah for the eyes, the film suggestion, and also for doing a silly awesome thing when we talked about no shave November.

Sahdah’s no shave November post can be found here.

Read on AO3 or FFN.


Fuck no shave November, that’s all he has to say. Fuck no shave November, fuck Black Star for goading him into that ridiculousness, and most of all, fuck Maka for being so damned earnest, and so damned cute when she’s so damned earnest that he never has the heart to say no when it actually matters to her. Not that he really denies her anything much ever.

No, really, fuck Maka. He wishes. Which is probably the reason he’s in this mess. Well, more like sappy, gross, sentimental feelings. Refer back to that whole generally-forgets-the-word-no-when-she’s-around thing.


The girl is definitely trouble.

With an exaggerated sigh, Soul scowls at his own face in the mirror. Yeah, alright, he’s got a nice, full, white beard since he’d been too lazy to shave it off right away. And his usual mop of white hair under the silly red velvet cap. And a soft red suit now stuffed at the belly. So maybe he can pass for pop culture Santa, except the whole red eyes and mouth full of oddly sharp teeth that make him look more like Satan than Santa–hey, only a few letters off, really.

He grimaces at his own reflection, and actually, that’s better than the scowl that would surely send kids screaming for the hills. Makes him look just that bit less like the devil posing as jolly old Saint Nick.

“So are you coming out?” A voice calls from the other side of the dressing room door. Is he? No. Definitely no. Being seen in public this way, even in a lame costume shop smack in the middle of a run down strip mall, is surely some form of social suicide, good bye cool, goodbye dignity, goodbye self-respect.

“Yeah, whatever,” he says instead with another exaggerated sigh, his inability to say no to the girl on the other side of the door biting him in the ass for the umpteenth time this month alone.

Taking that last step to the door, Soul twists the knob and haltingly swings it open.

Ah, there she stands, his reason for the season, his cruel, cruel mistress, leaned so casually against the wall that he might be looking for new jeans rather than sealing his social suicide. Not that he’s ever been much for people. Goodbye, cruel world!

“Oh my god, Soul, you look–you look–”

Her grin is stretched so wide across her face that he’s sure it has to hurt, green eyes sparkling, and his heart does loop de loops in his chest cavity. Yes, Maka is trouble and he is in trouble, as usual.

“–Ridiculous?” Soul says before she can, the scowl firmly back in place in spite of the way her smile does funny things to his insides.

“I was going to say ‘adorable,’ but just at the moment, with that sour puss, you look like you want to maim me.”

Well, he sort of does. Not maim, but mark, maybe. Touch definitely. Then again, he always wants that with her, the unobtainable, so that’s easy enough to tamp down on. No, even more than that, just at the moment Soul wants to wither and die, or maybe disappear, anything to diminish the humiliation he feels as two teen girls trying on some sort of skimpy elf get ups come out from another dressing room and start giggling his way.

“Whatever.” He shrugs as Maka glares at the girls, and unlike his scowl, that sends them scampering back into their dressing room. Go figure.

“I told you this wouldn’t work–can we go now?”

“It’ll work if you can refrain from glaring at the world for a whole hour of your life.” She saunters up and puts a hand on his chest, stroking the material of the fuzzy red coat. Maka herself has donned an elf costume–short festive dress, pigtails, ears. She looks adorable. His scowl softens considerably at her proximity.

“Doubtful.” Soul offers her a flat stare.

“Do it for the kids?”

This earns her an eyeroll even if he knows she knows that yes, he is a marshmallow on the inside, and yes, he would indeed humiliate himself to make sick kids smile even if no one else on the planet but her might realize that. Well, maybe Wes, but he’s not here to back her claim.

“Then do it for the reward?”

“Reward?” He’s already going to do it and they both damn well know it, but hell, may as well get something for the trouble and complete loss of cool.

“Mmm hmmm,” she hums and smiles sweetly. “I’ll bake your favorite cookies.”

Maka’s a good baker and pretty much never bakes. His stomach rumbles at the thought. “It’s a start,” he mutters.

“And…” Her hand continues to stroke at the material of the red coat.

“And?”

“I’ll let you pick the movie tonight. Any movie, and I won’t say a word. Or retaliate.”

Well, that’s also something. It’s not his turn, and even when it is, if Soul picks something he knows Maka won’t like, she will pick the worst historical romance bullshit she can find the week after. There’s only so much coy flirting he can take, really, and the trite classical scores always give him childhood flashbacks he could do without.

“Getting warmer,” the concession is grumbled.

And, I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie.”

Ding ding ding we have a winner! Movie, cookies, and backrub with Maka. She’s hit the trifecta, and fuck it all if that sly smile doesn’t say she knows it.


Well, then.

“Fine, you win,” he grumble-sighs, and it’s only half for show because while he dreads the next hour, he has an evening of bliss ahead of him.

In the end, Soul supposes, an hour of Santa suit purgatory is a small price to pay.

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How the Hell are You(r grades) this High?!

Member: Joshua
Genre: a touch of angst / a sprinkle of suggestive themes / fluff
Word count: 3,623


“(Y/N)? Good job, you got another hundred on your test,” the teacher praised as you stood up and walked up to the front of the room to receive the paper.

Joshua watched with wide eyes and a slack jaw. How in the world…?! You only beat him by one percent! How could that possibly be fair? He studied day and night for a week straight and this is what he gets? You turned away from the teacher and looked directly at Joshua, a smug smirk pulling at your lips. As you walked by his desk, you couldn’t help but lean down and whisper in his ear. “Maybe next time, sweet cheeks.”

The nickname made his ears burn with rage. You gave a chuckle and swatted his shoulder before heading back to your seat. Joshua wanted to turn around and insult you, he really did, but nothing good came to mind. Besides, it wasn’t like him to be be so rude to his fellow classmates, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to drop down to your level. You were baiting him and you knew it. You always did.

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‘Focus’ (2015) Sentence Starter Pack
  • “Will you be my boyfriend? Just for a minute.”
  • “You’re not a serial killer, are you?”
  • “That depends, how many times does it take to get to ‘serial’?”
  • “The more you drink, the more you learn.”
  • “In that case, I am the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.”
  • “You know, it may be the roofies talking, but this was really fun.”
  • “If you had any idea what I was about to do to her… she was gonna be no good to you after that.”
  • “What kinda stuff we talking about?”
  • “Saudi bachelor party shit. R. Kelly drop cloth shit.”
  • “Die with the lie.”
  • “Then why’d you come up here if you’re so smart?”
  • “Professional curiosity. And I like boobs, figured it was a win-win.”
  • “He was so shithouse you could have taken his appendix.”
  • “You really should be more aware.”
  • “It’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now.”
  • “Attention is like a spotlight and our job is to dance in the darkness.”
  • “Human behavior is very predictable.”
  • “You get their focus, you take whatever you want.”
  • “'Father’ is a very generous term.”
  • “Can we skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe that there’s some Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
  • “There’s no Earth-shattering hump in the works?”
  • “No thinly veiled allure? No baby voice? No lingering eye contact? That’s all my favorite shit.”
  • “Does it feel sexy on your face?”
  • “No one looks at your hands when you got that working for you.”
  • “Congratulations, you’re a criminal!”
  • “And if you think for one second that I’m gonna let your mother talk to me like that, you’re fucking crazy! I’m a grown-ass man!”
  • “He uh, financed his own line of gravy.”
  • “You hittin’ that? You should hit that. I’d totally hit that.”
  • “Who was the cop with the wandering hands?”
  • “Who hits on a grieving widow?”
  • “I think we should start with oral. Just sayin’.”
  • “Stay juicy.”
  • “I’ve been in this for a really, really long time and I’ve never seen anything like you.”
  • “I was actually talking about the sex.”
  • “Oh please, there’s a thousand hoes, baby.”
  • “You’re just layin’ there. I’m like, come on, is this thing on?”
  • “There’s two kinds of people in this world. There’s hammers and there’s nails.”
  • “Is this a bad time to mention I don’t really like football.”
  • “I know my drunks.”
  • “I know my lechers too!”
  • “It’s just an expression, hard to explain. Rough translation: 'I’m fucked’.”
  • “She sounds like my wife.”
  • “It’s crazy, I know, but it will be his fault, not yours.”
  • “You have got some big fucking balls.”
  • “Kill me later.”
  • “I’m the blind mouse? You’re such an asshole!”
  • “Now, just what part of the plan calls for trays of Appletinis? Pledging a sorority?”
  • “A little small on top for my taste.”
  • “One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like breasts are subjective, opinion topics.”
  • “Hey, you need to put some clothes on.”
  • “There’s Australian people here. Just sayin’, they shipped all those people down there for a reason.”
  • “You don’t know me, remember?”
  • “Stop touching my shit, _____”
  • “Whatever you want, I can keep you safe.”
  • “I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned. Like how I play men. Like how I just played you.”
  • “I think you’re losing it, that was pathetic.”
  • “'I’ll keep you safe?’ What was what? Does that work? Does that get you laid?”
  • “You must be really turned on with all these beautiful women here.”
  • “Oh dear God, please never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.”
  • “Everybody knows you’re a lesbian, it’s completely fine.”
  • “There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable.”
  • “Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to 'fuck off’? Tell 'em to 'fuck off’.”
  • “With friends like you who needs luck?”
  • “There’s a science to getting people to trust you.”
  • “What’s a 'race skank’?”
  • “She’s been driving me crazy. Hanging around, flirting, teasing. The minute I try to get her up to my room - a headache! A period, right? The world’s longest period!”
  • “That time of the month. It’s like a crime scene.”
  • “I have Scrabble in my room.”
  • “I was trying to steal his watch!”
  • “It’s what I’m good at and I like it!”
  • “You did all of this to make me jealous?”
  • “You can’t believe I lied? Oh, that’s so rich from you.”
  • “You’re always lying, ____! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth.”
  • “Here’s the thing about lying. Fucks up all your options.”
  • “He is not gonna die. Probably.”
  • “I cannot believe you made me shoot you.”
  • “I like you, honey, you can take a punch.”
  • “And then the girl walked in.”

In another alternate part of the Multivoid....

Oh look! It’s time for a story!

Before my body decided to try to kill me with pain, I was able to write this out based on this amazing comic by @miya-sheep.

This is just another way to look at that whole thing… like if I put my interpretation of PJ in there… 

AGAIN! No wrong way to write or draw PJ! But seriously - thank you Miya for that lovely comic and the many that followed and preceded that!

Oh shoot - should add this…

Characters: Fresh (By CQ) and PJ (by me…) - mentions Error who was made by CQ as well plus Ink who was made by Comyet

Setting: The empty space of the multiverse/ anti void

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Comic Con Craze | Tom Holland x fem!Reader | 1/?

Originally posted by manny-mellark

A/n: So I am currently working on a imagine but in the mean time, enjoy this one I wrote a few weeks ago ❤ 

Warnings: mentions of reader having anxiety, social anxiety, rude and snobby girls


“I love it!” you said you you looked in the mirror.  You quickly hugged Zendaya and Laura.  “You guys are the best!”  You still couldn’t believe you let them style you and do your hair and makeup.  They completely rocked it!  You had on a shift dress that was a baby pink and had different embroidery patches on it.  Zendaya let you try some of her new shoes from her line out, and Laura and her decided the nude ones matched best.  Laura straightened and pinned back two strands of your hair while Zendaya did your makeup.  

“You guys look so gorgeous! I don’t know how you do it.”  “Stop it! You give way too many compliments.” Zendaya said as she looked in the mirror.  “You guys we have to take a selfie!” Laura called out to the rest of the boys.  They all came into the room.  You saw Tom’s face light up as he saw you.  “You look beautiful.” he said as he kissed your forehead.  You felt the heat rise to your cheeks.  You had never been one to be good with people but once Tom introduced you to the cast, you felt like you fit in.  “Guys, we all need to get in the picture, squish in more!” You moved forward and knew Tom was behind you.  You jumped when you felt him touch your butt. “Tom!” you playfully hissed as he started to laugh.  “Y/n, Tom come on! We are trying to get a picture.”

You watched backstage as the rest of the cast headed on stage.  You watched with Harrison as the fans cheered and the cast talked.  You both smiling, being incredibly proud for Tom and your new friends.  They started to exit off stage when you heard a couple fans chanting your name.  You saw Tom run over to the guy and nod, then coming in your direction.  “Looks like this will be your big debut.” Harrison said as he smiled.  “Y/n, come on! The fans want you!” Tom said as he held his hand out.  You looked back at the crowd, “I promise it’ll be okay.”  You took his hand and he lead you onto the stage.  The various fans that knew you were screaming at the sight of you and Tom holding hands.  “Y/f/n Y/l/n!” the interviewer yelled into the mic.  “Hi.” you said with a little wave towards him and the fans.  You could feel the heat on your face when you looked at the crowd.  “So have you been traveling with the cast and watching them film?” the interviewer asked.  “I have! And the cast is honestly some of the best people I have met to this date.” You said with a cheery smile, quickly glancing at them backstage.  “Yeah she is with us almost all of the time.  Or atleast one us.  It’s funny because she is always so prepared.  Like I remember Tony cut his finger on something when we were out and she pulled out a band-aid and was like here you go.” Tom said making the crowd erupt into laughter.  “Okay for fan questions.” the interviewer said as e pointed towards the security at the open mic.  You squeezed Tom’s hand and felt him squeeze him back.  You saw a girl around your age step up.  “Hi.  I was um wondering how you both like cope with the press and everything especially since it’s fairly new to you.  And if you guys have any tips for someone who has social anxiety around crowds maybe.”  Tom gave you the look letting you know you didn’t have to answer if you didn’t want to.  Instead you snatched his mic up.  “Well coming from someone who has anxiety and very bad social anxiety, I think you just need to find your person and that group of friends that is always there for you.  I know that it’s hard to find someone that is willing to be there and help you, but you’ll know the person when you find them.  And personally for me when I have those rare occasions where I do talk with press and such, I try to keep it simply and make sure that I’m comfortable and I always try to have someone I’m close with nearby or near me.”  Tom squeezed your hand again and you handed the mic back.  He knew he didn’t have to answer because you simply answered it all.  

So saw a young boy dressed as Spiderman step up to the podium.  “What is your favorite part about being Spiderman? And how much do you love your girl?”  You could hear the laughter bounce off the walls.  “My favorite part about being Spiderman is getting to meet fans because you guys are all so amazing.  And I love my girl very much.”  “Alright next question.”  

As you saw the girl your age step up, you almost knew what was coming.  You could tell by the way she was dressed.  “You can go.  It’s alright, the fans will undrestand.” He knew this wasn’t good.  The blonde in a tight black dress and looked so snotty.  You knew not to judge a book by its cover, but this book’s pages were flying everywhere. “What would be your advice to us fans to get your attention? Because if it means we have to be ugly like Y/n, I might risk it to be your girl.”  You heard many fans gasp and a laugh or two.  The tears brimmed your eyes.  You let go of Tom’s hand and quickly ran off stage and past the cast.  You weren’t sure where you were going but you needed to get out.  You could hear Tom shouting your name, but you kept running and tried to find an exit.  You kept running as the hot tears ran down your cheeks.  You finally found a door and ran out it.  You were outside and it was quite dark, but you didn’t care.  You found a little garden with rocks and managed to find a large enough rock you could sit on.  “At least my tears can water the flowers.” you said as you watched the tears drop onto the ground.  

You’re not sure how long you sat there for.  You just stared at the dark sky or the flowers.  You pulled out your phone, Tom: 10 missed calls and 13 unread texts, Zendaya: 3 missed calls and 4 unread texts, Laura: 1 missed call and 3 unread texts.  You opened instagram and saw so many different things at once.  A lot of them were videos of you running off stage and making fun of you.  But there was some that showed how much the fans cared for you.  They even started a hashtag called #whyiloveY/N.  You put your phone away as you heard laughter.  


“I can’t believe she ran off stage! Did you see her face looking at me? She knew I was gorgeous.” you heard a familiar voice say.  Please don’t notice me, please don’t notice me, you silently prayed.  “She doesn’t deserve Tom.  You can tell she does it for attention.  She clearly made up that whole social anxiety thing.  Tom is way out of her league anyways.  Like I’m definitely more Tom’- Oh my god.  It’s you.”