proud of myself for meeting this kid

Why Spider-Man is my favorite MCU movie

SPOILERS (I’m on mobile and I don’t know how to do the “after the cut” thing. Sorry.)

- This is exactly what high school sophomores are like, oh my goodness
- Michelle flipping him off for fun at the dance
- Michelle trying to get in some light protesting at one of the embassies before the tournament
- Michelle reading On Human Bondage instead of like interacting with other humans (am I remembering that correctly???) (UPDATE: I did not remember correctly. It appears to be Inhuman Bondage by David Brion Davis.)
- Michelle is MJ
- This is exactly what high school is like
- The giant stupid hall pass
- The bad school announcement video broadcasts with awkward script reading and also Comic Sans
- Okay, the diversity of that school was amazing.
- “We don’t want a student to die at a decathlon meet … again” (as a debate coach myself, I’m thinking the coach probably strangled a kid with his own bare hands after a long tournament, but that’s just my interpretation)
- Every. last. teacher.
- The chemistry teacher has ONE LINE and ITS A BAD CHEMISTRY PUN
- No wait, come back
- Michelle sketching people suffering
- All of Peter’s nerd shirts
- Webbing came from shooters, not out of his skin
- Ned is the man in the chair
- Spider-Man has at least THREE people who know his secret
- HAPPY is so grumpy and proud of himself for working hard
- Happy never responds to Peter but keeps Tony up to date on everything
- Pedro is such a bad dad joke
- Villain is a Hufflepuff
- The villain R&D guy was adorable because he was so excited about his technology
- YouTubing how to tie ties
- Aunt May
- I think he lurbs you
- “You might wonder why you’ve waited so long for something so disappointing” (I laughed so loudly I think my sister wanted to disown me.)
- Peter leaving notes for the cops
- Tony has an invisible jet
- Interrogation mode voice (lay off the Batman, Stark, yikes)
- this was a test, right? Yep, you passed.
- I’ve been carrying this everywhere since 2008
- When the door opened at Liz’s house. DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. Audible gasps from the audience.
- Using a TI-83 to hack his way out of a top secret containment facility
- Spider-Man vs. The Suburbs lol
- Training montage: 37 minutes passed
- Easter Eggs: Cap’s NEW shield??? Thor’s magic belt thing? Coach WILSON knows Captain America? ????
- Basically all of it

Paleyfest 2017: TWD Panel. A Retrospect.

OMG, I had so much fun tonight. I’m a little bummed that I didn’t get to ask Andy a question, but I’m super proud of myself for actually standing up (to try to get my question asked/making a sign for Andrew Lincoln). I usually don’t like to put myself out there. Yet, this whole week I kept thinking “I’ve got nothing to lose.”

I’ve always been conflicted about meeting celebrities.  I’ve always found something weird about the fact that I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life and them not so much. Also they’re just people. Also me: that’s Rick F’ing Grimes. 

Anyways some take aways from tonight. I’m 99% convinced that Rick and Michonne are going to have a kid together. I think there is going to be a time jump after this All Out War with Negan and BAM Richonne Jr.     

This cast is utterly amazing/beautiful. Honestly, I’ve never considered TWD my favorite tv show. For me there has never been a perfect season and certain storylines have dragged. Looking a you Hershel’s farm. However, I’ve always loved the characters. I think the show shines the brightest when it’s focusing on the characters. So Tom Payne “Jesus” talked about how Jesus is getting a back story and how he never felt part of a (post apocalyptic) family until Sasha and Maggie came along. Josh McDermitt “Eugene” talked about how the whole “I am utterly Negan” thing is just who Eugene is. He’s a survivor first. It not about being disloyal to the group. Anyways Christian “Rosita” has been getting a lot of hate for how she’s playing Rosita lately, but I kind of love the fact that she’s kind of being a bitch. Not everyone responds to loss the same way and I’m weirdly happy that her character is angry/selfish about it. Anyways, the whole cast gave really great commentary about their characters and I’m really excited to learn more of their backstories. 

Side notes: Season 8 episode 1 marks the 100th episode of TWD. At the start of the panel Scott Gimple mentioned something about how they are hoping to make it to another 100 episodes. Hmmm. I feel like I’m now so invested in this fandom that I couldn’t get out even if I wanted too.

I met a fellow tumblr (we follow each other) and some generally awesome people at Paleyfest. The lady I was sitting next to has been to Walker Stalker 16 times and just came back from the one in London. She’s raises money for Andrew Lincoln’s charity. I did not know Andy has a charity. I love this man. 

I thought Andrew Lincoln would be taller. 

It is impossible to try to get an autograph and take pictures at the same time. I was inches away from Andrew, Melissa, Josh, Tom, Gimple, and Austin, but i was too busy trying to get an autograph when I could of got some really good pictures. However, Melissa and Josh did sign my TWD issue 150 and Melissa asked me if I did reaction videos for Walking Dead because I look like a girl that does reaction videos. So apparently Melissa watches reaction videos Awesome.

Thanks tumblr TWD fandom. This is the first fandom that I’ve really been a part of and I love it. Anyways, here some pictures from last night. I’m poor, so these aren’t high quality photos. 

Next stop: WonderCon, then fingers crossed for SD Comic Con, and seriously considering Walker Stalker Georgia or New Jersey. 


(requested by lovely-wagner)

Bonkai Fanfiction
word count : 2 475
summary : Bonnie and Kai are a couple , its been a few years since they had gotten together and now … someone has a surprise ;)
*not my gif

At first when Bonnie started having feelings for Kai , she thought something has gone horribly wrong with her because their history was .. well , complicated to say the least. For a long time Kai had been the enemy and even after Bonnie ditched Kai in not one but two Prison Worlds , Kai hadn’t been able to think about anyone else but her. He came back from Hell and all he wanted was to see her. Things hadn’t worked out well the first time they saw each other again - she sent him to another prison world … Later on Bonnie came back for him to ask if he’d be willing to undo the spell linking her and Elena. Kai had agreed and Bonnie had made him promise to leave town in exchange for his freedom. Shortly after they ran into each other … She didn’t trust him at first but eventually she saw he had changed and fell in love with him.
Bonnie’s friends weren’t too happy about it but as long as Kai behaved and Bonnie was happy - they were fine with it , but they still kept a close eye on Kai waiting for him to screw up… He never did and eventually they learned to trust him too.

About 5 years later…

Bonnie and Kai were sitting in their livingroom enjoying some quiet time. Bonnie was reading a book and Kai … he was enjoying watching her read. He was trying to figure out how to bring up the subject he wanted to talk to her about , specially considering what he had already done behind her back.
“So , BonBon … I’ve been thinking” Kai said breaking the silence. “Why don’t we adopt a kid ?”
Bonnie looked surprised , he had never said anything about having kids in all the time they’ve been together. She wondered what had prompted this…
“You want a kid ?” she asked putting her book down.
“Yeah , actually.” he said scratching his chin nervously. “Never thought I’d say this.” he laughed and Bonnie smiled. “You changed me and you are still changing me… and lately I’ve been thinking a lot about it. I can’t be a father myself because of the vampirism but we can still raise a mini you running around the house. That will be fun. What do you think ?” he said looking very excited about her answer.
Bonnie liked the idea , tho she couldn’t quite imagine Kai as a father. He’d say the inappropriate thing or the kid’s teacher would say / do something he doesn’t like and he’d use his magic on them… Then again he had changed and she had been thinking about them being parents too , specially with all their friends having kids.
“Why not a mini you?” she asked smiling.
“Oh no , I like the idea of raising a mini you better.” he said smiling. “Who would want to raise a mini me ? It would be hell… ” Kai laughed.
Every time Kai smiled , Bonnie couldn’t help but smile too.
“You surprise me.” she said smiling.
“I surprised myself.” Kai said , wiking at her and for a moment a devilish look sparked through his eyes. Kai’s expression changed suddenly and he got all serious.
“I want to be a father , Bonnie.” he said nervously. “I want to give my child all the love and attention I was denied… I want the kid to be proud of me being his dad. I know for sure he or she will be proud of having you as his mom.” Kai said smiling nervously. “You will want to send me flying across the room in a moment … because I may have already arranged a meeting at the adoption agency for … tomorrow morning.”
Bonnie’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected this and for a moment she considered throwing him across the room with her magic for going ahead with things before even talking to her… Then she saw the look on his face - his eyes filled with hope and love , he was playing nervously with his fingers and looked so much like a little boy who had messed up trying to do the right thing and the corners of her mouth twitched.
“At what time?” Bonnie asked softly and smiled at him.
Kai couldn’t help but smile back. “At 9.30AM. ” he said. “So you are not mad at me for going ahead without you?”
“No.” she said softly , her hand on his cheek. “I can see how much it means to you … and I’ve already been thinking about it too. Seeing Caroline with the twins and now Elena and Damon.” she pressed her lips on his , Kai pulled her closer and kissed her deeply. “You will be a great father , Kai.” she said smiling and he smiled at her too. “… but I am making you pay for going about this behind my back.” Bonnie said winking at him before leaning in to kiss him again.

- -

The next day Kai was awake before dawn , he had hardly slept during the night from excitement. He couldn’t wait for them to go to the adoption agency in a few hours. Kai brushed Bonnie’s cheek with the back of his hand , watching her sleep and still unable to believe things had worked out the way they had. Ever since he saw Bonnie for the first time he felt something for her , only after the merge he realised what those feelings have been and how majorly he had screwed up. The day he finally got Bonnie’s forgiveness was one of the happiest in his life … the happiest however being the day she told him she loved him.
He waited a while before waking her up with a kiss , just like every morning since they had been together.

They got to the angency about half an hour earlier because Kai had been so impatient driving on the way there.
After they talked to the adoption agent for a while before she took them to see the kids playing in the backyard. There were so many kids , different ages - from little ones to 10-13 year olds running around playing tag , playing with a ball or drawing on the ground with chalkboards.
A small ball rolled on the ground and stopped bumping into Kai’s feet. He knelt down to pick it up and when he looked up his eyes saw a little boy , 2-3 years old maybe , smiling at him with semi toothless smile. The little boy’s eyes were blue and he had brown hair just like Kai. He smiled back at the boy and held out the ball towards him.
“Heey. ” Kai said smiling. “I think this is your ball.” The boy took the ball from Kai and in his hands it looked so much bigger than it really was. “Do you want to play with me ?” Kai asked softly and the little boy jumped excitedly taking Kai’s hand in his.
Kai smiled feeling happiness he hadn’t even known existed, the little boy reminded him a little of himself or maybe it was just the resemblance between them. He already liked the kid and they’ve barely spent a few moments together. Kai turned around a gave Bonnie a smile. She was currently talking to the adoption agent about all the formalities and things that have to be done after they’ve chosen a kid.
Bonnie kept looking at Kai and the little boy playing with the ball and laughing. It seemed they liked each other already. He had knelt on the ground and the boy gave him a hug , a surprise hug-attack Kai hadn’t seen coming and nearly got knocked over. He turned around and saw Bonnie laughing , catching a part of the conversation with his vampire hearing.
“He has a sister.” the woman said. “A twin to be more precise.”
Kai froze on the spot and gently pushed away the little kid.
“I’ll be right back.” Kai said smiling, ruffling the little boy’s hair and watching him run to play with the other kids.
Bonnie looked nervous. She saw how much Kai had the little boy and how much the kid liked him , but twins ? Surely Kai hadn’t had in mind two kids let alone twins…
“It’s ideally if you can take both , a separation would be traumatic for them at such a young age…” the woman said , just noticing Kai had joined them. “He seems to like you.”
Kai only nodded in response , his eyes searching among the kids for the boy’s sister … and then he saw her. They resembled each other so much - she had the same blue eyes and dark brown hair. He couldn’t look away.
“What are their names?” Kai asked. The little girl noticed he was watching and smiled and waved at him. He waved back at her and looked at the ground.
“Jake and Katie.”
Kai’s gaze stayed on the ground , he looked very interested in his shoes shifting on his feet nervously every few minutes as Bonnie kept talking to the adoption agent. He wasn’t even paying attention to the conversation , instead he was trying to find a way to tell Bonnie he wanted not one but two kids now.
“Excuse me ..” Bonnie said to the woman and placed her hand on Kai’s shoulder. “Kai , are you OK?” she asked worried. He looked up and nodded , his eyes drifting towards the little boy , his sister and back towards Bonnie.
“Could we have a minute alone?” he asked the adoption agent and she nodded.
“Of course. I’ll be in my office when you are ready with the decision.”
Kai waited until they were alone , looking more nervous than Bonnie has ever seen him before.
“We can’t separate them.” Kai said. “They are family. I know what it’s like to be separated from your family and it hurts , even if my family were a bunch of … ” he stopped himself taking in a deep breath. “We can’t do that to them. I know this isn’t what we talked about but … can we adopt both of them?”
Bonnie cupped his face and smiled. She had already fallen in love with the twins and the effect they had on Kai. Seeing him play with Jake and the way he kept glancing at Katie , ready to jump in to her rescue at any second… it warmed her heart.
“Are you sure about this , because there is no going back later. It will only break their hearts if they get sent back.” she asked softly.
“Yes. I’m sure and it seems fitting , I’m a … I was a twin too. Maybe this is a chance to make up for past mistakes. Plus..” he said turning to look at the kids. “They are so cute ! Look at them !”
Kai couldn’t tear his eyes off the little kids playing tag and Bonnie couldn’t look away from him. Part of her had expected him to back out his idea of adopting a kid but instead he dug his heels deeper. Seeing his soft side had been one of the reasons why she fell in love with him.
“They seem like nice kids and with a mother like you they’ll be the luckiest kids in the world! ” he said , his fingers carressing her cheek. “We can be a family. A big happy family.”
Bonnie pressed her lips against his and took his hand.
“Come on…” she said smiling and pulled him behind her towards the adoption agent’s office.

Usually Bonnie was against Kai using compulsion on people but it sped up the adoption process. He couldn’t wait another moment to bring the twins home. Somehow the little kids had found their way in his heart and he promised himself to protect and love them always.
A few hours later all the paperwork had been done and the adoption agent had called for Jake and Katie to be brought in her office.
Bonnie and Kai knelt down to meet Jake and Katie’s eyes. The little kids looked a little confused and scared probably thinking they are in trouble. Kai smiled and took their hands in his hands , Bonnie’s head resting on his shoulder. She counldn’t stop smiling. Kai glanced at Bonnie and she nodded.
“You tell them.” she said.
“Jake , Katie … We are going to be your parents , you mom and dad and we will love you forever and ever.” he said softly. Jake and Katie’s faces lit up with happiness at Kai’s words , jumping in to hug them a split second later.
Kai wrapped his hands around the Katie , closing his eyes for a moment. She was so small and fragile he worried he might break her. Katie didn’t want to let go of him and he got up with her , her hands holding onto him. Jake was in Bonnie’s arms.
The adoption agent smiled.
“Congratulations !” she said. Kai reached in his pocket to get out his phone.
“Do you mind taking our first picture as a family?” he asked smiling. His eyes were filled with happy tears and he tried hard to push them away , at least for the time being.
“Of course.” she said , taking the phone from Kai’s hands and taking a few pictures - one when they weren’t expecting and another when they posed as a family.
“Thank you for everything.Now our family is complete. ” Bonnie said to the adoption agent and shook hands with her. “What do you say we go for an ice cream? ” Bonnie said and reached out to tickle Katie, making her laugh.
“Ice cream !” the twins squeeled with excitement making Bonnie and Kai laugh.

Bonnie and Kai took them to the best ice cream place in town and bought giant piles of ice cream with cherry on top and sprinkles and everything else the kids pointed at.
Kai took his phone out of his pocket and took a selfie - him , Bonnie and the twins smiling and hugging.
“This is my favorite picture!” he said proudly looking at his phone. “This is going everywhere - Twitter , Facebook, Instagram …”
“Don’t forget Snapchat.” Bonnie said winking at him before pulling him in for a kiss.

* * *

When they got home , there was a surprise for Bonnie and Kai. Well , more for Kai and the twins.
Earlier that day Bonnie had sent a text to Elena and Caroline without Kai noticing and walking in their house everywhere there were balloons and a giant banner saying WELCOME HOME , the twin’s room already ready for Jake and Katie just to hop in there and play with all the stuffed toys and cars.
Later on that night , Bonnie and Kai stood at the door watching Jake and Katie sleep. Kai had hugged her from behind , his head gently resting on her shoulder , their fingers intertwined , both of them smiling.
“I love you , Bonnie Bennett.” he said softly , squeezing her body gently.
“I love you too Malachai Parker.” she said turning her head a little so she can kiss him.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017


The Children Are Our Future (Pete Wentz)

Based Off of the Request: Can you do one where Bronx and Saint go up to y/n but they don’t know her and Pete apologies a bunch and y/n doesn’t mind because y/n loves kids. And y/n a Pete start as friends and then date later on?

The park is crazy busy today. When leaving the house, I assumed it would be slightly busier than usual since it’s a Saturday, but right now it’s absolutely insane. The weather is perfect right now, so the multitude of families here right now does make sense I guess.I’m standing, flipping through the songs on my phone when I hear the sound of footsteps running towards me. As they get louder, I turn to see a young blonde haired boy running straight towards me

“Catch me if you can slow poke!” He yells behind him, laughing.

For a few seconds I’m afraid he’s going to try and run me over, but he finally looks up at me right as I take a step aside. Apparently he pegs me as a good hiding spot, because he slows down and stands right behind me, peeking around my back.

I laugh at his determined face. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing, but then I hear the sound of a tiny little war cry.

I turn back to the direction the first little boy had run from to see a toddler, still in the unsteady, clumsy phase, running as fast as he can towards us

“Bwonx!!” He yells as he runs. I almost burst out laughing when he reaches me, but when he gets to me he goes to run around my legs, chasing who I’m assuming to be his older brother, when he slips on a section of grass.

Out of instinct I reach down in a flash, grabbing the little guy’s arm right before his head hits the ground. I straighten him up and he wriggles from my grasp, determinedly going back to the chase. Soon, the two little boys are chasing each other in a circle around me. No later than 30 seconds after the first boy had appeared, I hear yelling.

“Bronx! Saint!” I look up to see a blonde man, covered in tattoos, their father presumably, rushing towards us with a worried look as he sees me.

The boys stop in their chase to look over at their dad.

“Bronx! What did I tell you about running away from me like that! This is a big park, you could’ve gotten you and your brother lost!” The man says, looking at the older kid sternly.

The boy, Bronx, looks at him guilty and steps back behind my legs. I can’t help but let out another laugh as their dad looks at me exasperated.

“And leave this poor woman alone. I’m so sorry, did they bother you?” The man asks, grabbing the boy's’ hands and pulling them back towards himself.

“No, no, they’re totally fine don’t worry about it. They’re cute kids” I say smiling at the boys as they start playing together again. “They yours?”

“Oh yea. And a handful too, sorry again about them bothering you” he says a little guilty, rubbing the back of his neck.

“No really it’s fine! I’m (Y/N), by the way” I say with a smile, extending my hand.

He grins, looking relieved that I’m not mad, and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you, I’m Pete, and these are my boys, Bronx and Saint”

At the sound of their voice, the boys both grin at me, so I wave to them.

The little one, Saint, walks over to me and grabs my hand. “Do you wanna pway wit us?” He asks sweetly.

“Oh no buddy come on, we don’t want to bother her anymore” Pete says, throwing me an apologetic look.

“What? You guys could never bother me, what did you wanna play Saint?” I ask, squatting down to get at his level “I mean as long as your dad’s okay with me playing” I ask, looking at Pete for approval.

Pete grins down at me, “ We have been looking for a fourth person to play tag with, if you’re really interested”

Saint gives a cute little cheer and immediately starts chasing me. With a laugh I start slowly running away, and pretty soon we’re in an all out tag game. After a while, the boys start getting tired, and our game comes to a stop as Pete announces it’s time for them to get home.

We begin walking to the parking lot where our cars were.

“Sorry again about them harassing you so much earlier, they’re a little much to handle by myself sometimes” Pete says sheepishly.

“It’s really not a problem I promise, I love kids, and your boys are wonderful little guys” I say with a smile, “they must have some wonderful parents”

“Ah, it’s just me actually. I’m a single Dad” Pete says, with a touch of pride.

“Wow that’s impressive” I say with a smile.

“Thanks, but they seemed to like you more than they liked me today” he says with a laugh.

“Nah they adore you, I could tell right away” I respond immediately.

Petre grins happily, looking proud. “But listen, they did love you, and meeting you today was awesome. Could I get your number maybe? We could always use a new friend”

“Of course!” I say happily, pulling out my phone and letting Pete punch his number in.

Later that night, when I’m home and hanging out by myself, the first text from Pete comes in.

“Hey (Y/N)! Today was a lot of fun, the  boys are still talking about how much fun you were. You wanna hang out sometime next weekend?”

I grin at the text and hurriedly respond, agreeing. We set up a time to hang out next weekend at his house, and I’m definitely thrilled.

What started as a random meeting, turned into one of the best friendships I’ve ever had, with an extremely cool guy, and his amazing kids.

Two months from the first time we met, I pull my car into the driveway of Pete’s house and hop out. I click the lock button on my keys and walk up to the front door, knocking loudly.

“I’ll get it!” I hear from inside, and a few seconds later Bronx opens up the door with a grin.

“Hi (Y/N)!” He says excitedly.

“Hey Bronx, what’s up?”: I say, ruffling his hair as I step inside.

“I’m doing math homework” he says grumpily, stomping back over to the table he was working at.

“Uh oh, that’s not fun” I say with a smile, walking up behind him. “What kind of  math are you doing?” I ask, curious as to what level of math an 8 year old could possibly be up to.

“Multiplication, and it’s really hard” Bronx says, frowning, “can you help me?’

“Sure, let’s see what we’ve got” I say, sliding into the chair next to him and looking down at his worksheet. Five minutes later, Pete comes down the stairs, an unhappy looking Saint in his arms.

“Hey (Y/N)” he says as he sees me, “ Sorry I took so long, this one decided he did not want to wear pants tonight, took me five minutes to convince him”

“Can you blame him? Don’t worry Saint, I don’t always like pants either” I say to him, sticking my tongue out, making him laugh.

“You’re not helping me here” pete says, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Sorry Dad” I say teasingly, causing Pete to laugh and roll his eyes.

“Come one, let’s head out or we’ll be late to dinner” he says, walking to the door

Three hours later, I hand a sleeping Saint over to Pete at the front door.

“Thanks,” he says in a whisper, “ We still on for Saturday night?”

“Definitely” I whisper back with a  grin. I softly high five him, give Bronx a quick hug, and head out.

The next day, everything is relatively quiet once I get home from work. I basically just hang out o n the couch, until the phone call comes that changes everything.

I pause the episode of Supernatural as I hear my phone ring, and pick it up as I see Pete’s name fill up the screen. “Hey what’s up Wentz?” I ask as I answer

“(Y/N) I need your help” he says hurriedly, and in the background I can hear loud crying.

“Pete what’s wrong?” I ask scared by both the crying of the panic in Pete’s voice.

“It’s Bronx,” He says, and I feel my heart stop in my chest, “he fell out of the tree in the front yard while I was chasing Saint around the back, and I think he might’ve broken his arm. I’m heading to the hospital right now but Bronx is sobbing because it hurts so bad, and Saint is crying because he doesn’t know what’s going on, and U don’t know what to do, I didn’t even bring anything with us , I don’t think I can do this alone!” Pete explains, his voice getting increasingly more panicked as he reaches the end.

“Pete don’t worry, I’m coming right now, alright? Just focus on getting to the hospital and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can, okay?” I say, springing up from the couch and rushing to the front door.

“Thank you so much” Pete says through the phone.

“No problem, I’ll be there soon, I promise.” I hang up the phone and leave the house. I hop in my car and rush towards Pete’s house. I run the the front door, stopping down to grab the extra key from under the potted plant, and get into the house. I run up the stairs into Bronx’s room, grabbing him a jacket and his favorite stuffed elephant. I stop in Saint’s room, grabbing him a jacket too. Finally, I stop in the kitchen grabbing two water bottles, a juice box, and Pete’s wallet from where it lies forgotten on the table.

I hurriedly lock the door behind me as I rush out, heading to the hospital.

I burst through the emergency room doors, immediately scanning the room and spotting Pete talking animatedly to the nurse. Form across the room I can see there’s something going  wrong. Bronx stands on the ground, clutching his arm, and face red from crying, while Saint squirms in Pete’s arms, also crying.

“No I told you, I don’t have my insurance information with me! I left my wallet at home,and I can’t leave my kids here!” Pete practically yells at the nurse in frustration.

I rush up behind them “I have it right here” I say to the nurse, digging Pete’s wallet out of my purse.

“(Y/N), thank god you’re here” Pete says in relief as he sees his wallet. I smile at him encouragingly.

“Here, let’s trade” I hand him his wallet and gesture for Saint. Pete slides him into my arms, relieved, and opens the wallet, searching for the card.

I pull Saint tight against me, and kiss the top of his head, rubbing his hair with my fingers in an attempt to calm him.

“Hey there buddy, are you alright?” I ask Bronx who still clutches his arm.

“N-no, it h-hurts” he responds crying.

“ I know sweetie I’m so sorry, but don’t worry we’re gonna get a doctor to make you all better really soon okay?”

“Okay” He responds tearfully.

“And I brought you something” i say pulling the elephant out of my purse. Bronx smiles it and hugs it with his good arm. In another few minutes, Bronx is next in line, and I offer to stay out in the waiting room with Saint as Pete goes with Bronx. Pete mouths a thanks to me as he heads back, holding Bronx’s hand, and then I’m alone in the waiting room. I Walk around with Saint pulled to my chest, hoping to calm the little boy. Once his brother is out of sight, and the movement calms him, he drifts to sleep in my arms.

After a while, Pete comes back in the room and gestured for me to come back. As I walk over to him, he pulls me into a hug immediately. “Thank you for coming, you saved my life.”

“Anytime Pete’ i say softly, “How’s Bronx?”

“He’;s good, the arm is broken but they out a cast on it and he should be just fine. Saint?” He asks, brushing a hand over the sleeping boys head.

“He’s fine, I think he was just scared from all the crying, but he’s been asleep for a little bit now”

We get to the exam room, and I see Bronx sitting on the bed, a new black cast on his arm. Pete takes Saint from me as I walk over to Bronx.

“Hey there little man, you alright?” I ask him.

“I’m better now! And look at this cool cast I got!” He says excitedly, showing me the black cast.

I let out a small laugh, “That is cool, and you know if you want, we can get a silver marker and we can sign it for you”

“Really?” Bronx asks excitedly.

“Really” I say with a laugh, “now, are you ready to go home?”

Bronx nods yes and slides off of the bed, hugging his elephant to him with his casted arm, and grabbing my hand with the other. We walk out of the hospital after all of the paper work is done, and drive back to their house. Finally, we get both of the boys into bed, and we collapse exhausted onto the couch.

“I can’t believe I let this happen” Pete says in despair, dropping his head into his hands. “I’m the worst father ever”

“Hey, this wasn’t your fault, “ I say reassuringly, rubbing his back, “And besides, it’s just a broken arm, no big deal. In six weeks he’ll be back to normal, don’t worry”

“I couldn’t handle this by myself. If you weren’t there, I don’t know what I would’ve done” ete says looking over to me.

“Im sure you would’ve been just fine, you’re an amazing father Pete” I say in response.

“But that’s the thing, I wouldn’t have been fine. Ever since I became a single Dad, for one kid, and then another, people have always told me that they needed a mother. That parenting was too hard. They said I need someone to help me, that our family needed a mother, and I disagreed, but maybe it’s time I changed my thinking” He says, staring into my eyes intensely.

“I don’t understand”  say slowly, confused.

“My family doesn’t need a mom to be complete, I know that, but the truth is that those boys love you so incredibly much, I can hardly believe it. I used to think that I don’t need anybody to do this, But I realize now that I do need something (Y/N). I need you” Pete says passionately, eyes burning with a look that I’ve never seen before in his eyes.

“Pete, I-” I say, voice catching in my throat as he slowly brings a hand up to my face, tracing a thumb along my jawline. I find myself leaning into his touch, towards him, and he leans too, closing the space between us and pressing his lips to mine tenderly.

We pull away after a few seconds, and I smile at him, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.

I put my hand on the back of his neck, my fingers in his hair. “ I need you too” I say quietly.

Pete slowly grins back at me, and pulls me into another slow, sweet kiss.

And to think, if Bronx and Saint had never  “bothered me” n the park that day, none of this would have ever happened. All I have to say is, Thank god for those kids.

Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 6 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 6,150

Warnings: None

Prompts: Your Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5

“You have the Mark of Cain.” you breathed out and it was no question, but a statement.

“Yep.” he pursed his lips “A gift right from Cain himself, who no longer is alive but- Yeah.” he sighed, his eyes falling down on yours again.

“I see.” you swallowed, lips in a thin line as your mind was racing. It didn’t take you long to realize in what season and pretty much episode you were, even if this specific one never aired.

“So what?” you whispered, looking right back up at him to find his eyes always glued on yours “You crave… to kill?”

Dean let out a trembling breath, his eyes leaving yours. He didn’t say a single word, instead Sam spoke up.

“That’s what we’re afraid of.” he moved forward and you turned your head to look at him “Maybe the urge to- to kill isn’t really powerful at the moment but if he comes across all those bodies- and the blood- he might-” he stopped himself pursing his lips.

“I won’t.” Dean almost growled.

“Maybe you don’t know it yet, Dean! Yes sure last time you didn’t crave anything but- but now you’ve got the Mark and it’s already made you do things-”

“Sam!” he all-but-roared, making you take a step backward. His head immediately snapped to your direction a look of pure horror crossed his face, his eyes going wide for a second before a sorry look took over. No, not just sorry. He felt guilty.

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You know what I would like to have seen in Danny Phantom?

Danny meeting the spirit of a deceased relative of his, perhaps one (or both) of his mom’s parents, who the family stopped going to visit a few years after Danny was born because they had Alzheimer’s or a stroke and could barely remember any of the Fentons, and usually didn’t recognize even Maddie because they only remember her from when she was their kid.

So Danny’s just floating around the Ghost Zone when some wrinkly old ghost squints at him and asks “…Maddie…? Is that you?” and poor Danny is completely confused and bewildered because this old ghost that he has no memory of meeting thinks he’s his mom, and seems so sincerely happy to see her that he doesn’t know what to say or do.

Cue opening theme song?

You don’t get it.

I wanna be the boy
You dread your parents to meet, ‘pedirle perdón’, and share embarrassing memories from when you were just a kid.

I wanna be the boy
You bring home and say,
“He’s the reason I smile so easily.”

I wanna be the boy
You usher gossip with your older sister, while giggles and laughter begin to fill up the room.

I wanna be the boy
You’re proud of and whether
we’re in public or not,
your affection never wanes.

I wanna be the boy
You cordially announce as
while I get myself together but

until you can no longer bear to keep me a secret,
and that fact alone
kills you inside,

I’ll wait.

—  is that too much to ask for? // c.r

this isn’t all my original idea but like imagine Cassie meeting Wanda for the first time and recognizing her as a badass superhero, more importantly a girl badass superhero and the look of joy Wanda would get when Cassie was explaining how she wanted to fight bad guys just like her and Clint and Scott would be proud dads watching the pair. And I just want to know in general how Wanda would react with kids. IMAGINE HER MEETING BARTON’S KIDS GOD WHY DO I PUT MYSELF THROUGH THIS


i just set up a meeting with a pot! i’m so proud of myself! he’s going to be giving me $300 each meeting ($2400 a month)

i need to do more of a background check on him and make sure he’s clean. also this man is married and has a kid which is none of my business just fun facts for y’all.

all that aside i really don’t want to have sex with this man like ew also i hope he doesn’t fucking kill me.

Internal Racism

Growing up a mixed race kid in a largely white town I didn’t really understand racial identity. More than anything, I just wanted to fit in. That was not going to happen for me. I was into comics, D’n’D, Sci-fi and fantasy and obsessed about the stuff I loved. If only Tumblr was around when I was in junior high. I was doomed not to fit in from the moment I set foot in school because I was a nerd, the fact that I was Hispanic was irrelevant. I was a nerd first and Hispanic second.

I was only one of seven non-white kids in my school but I was off on my own little world and had no connection to those kids. The four Mexican kids were real Mexicans. Their parents were migrant farm workers and settled in my town in the off season. They barely spoke English and I’m pretty sure they weren’t into Star Trek. Even if they were, I wouldn’t know because I don’t speak Spanish very well. The other two non-white kids were a girl adopted from Korea and gay kid who was half Black. I remember other kids giving the gay kid shit for being gay but I don’t remember anyone giving him shit for being Black. I think it made him more flamboyant as an act of defiance and the dumb hill billies I went to school with didn’t know how to deal with it so they pretty much left him alone. I’d like to say I was friends with him but we never had any classes together and I don’t think we ever said a word to each other. It wasn’t until I moved out of that little town and interacted with a broader cross section of humanity that I got an impression of race and racism. 

When I went out into the wide world alone I began to encounter racism from from whites, much to my surprise. Physically, I pass for white. I’m not dark, I don’t have an accent, and I don’t display the stereotypical identifiers most idiots need to classify me based on appearance alone. There are some white racist d-bags however that can tell when you are not “pure” and will have issue with you, especially if you pass for white. It’s like passing is the absolute worst for them, as though I was infiltrating their world and how dare I forget my place. These kind of racists are the really scary ones and they usually end up in management or politics.

The racism I encountered the most was Internal racism. In college I met Mexican American kids who like me had grown up in the states, were into geeky shit, and some were even mixed race like me. One time I was in a car with a bunch of them on a road trip and we passed a field full of migrant workers picking vegetables. As we passed one of the kids yelled out the window, “Tomato pickers! Wet backs!” and everybody laughed. I didn’t understand it. My grandparents were migrant farmers, I’m sure some of the other kids had family in the same line of work too. It perplexed me. As time went on there were other instances. I would see people making fun of other kids for being too dark or having hair that was too curly. Making fun of kids for being “fresh off the boat”. I still can’t understand it any more than I can understand the friction I got from other Hispanics for not speaking fluent Spanish, not being a “real” Mexican, or for being “too white.” 

My mom is white and I love her. My mom raised me so I am like her. I love her side of my family as much as I love my fathers Mexican side. She always made it easy for me to spend time with my dad and my Mexican family. I consider myself fortunate for having that access. I knew a lot of mixed race kids who did not. 

The fact that I always got so much love from my Mexican family made it so confusing when I met Hispanics that were standoffish to me. I can only be who I am. My cultural heritage means a lot to me. My family history is something I am proud of but I don’t need to fit anyone else’s notion of what a Mexican American should be any more than I would try to meet some racist expectation to fit in white society. I will wear a Star Fleet uniform before I don a sombrero and serape so people can figure out why this güero has a Spanish last name.

Internal racism is more insidious than white racism. It’s self hatred. It’s self repression of our own identities. I still don’t understand it. Why do we do it? It’s behavior that is learned from white racists but tearing down our own people won’t get us anywhere with them. The real racist whites will never see us as equals. Those racists will always see us as inferior. Fuck that shit. We don’t need to sell each other out to gain access. We need to be who we are. We need to make it as ourselves. Not what the racists want us to be.

My Black, Hispanic, Arab, Asian, Polynesian and everywhere in-between people are gonna make it. You’re beautiful and you’re strong. Everything about you is perfect. You have a place in this world and only you can fill it, as yourselves. So be you, I’ll be me, and we’re gonna be ok. You can hit me up if you want to play D’n’D. I may even make tamales.

fanfic: Work From Home

supergirl/supercat. also on AO3, cuties.

AU Romcom. Cat’s building a new house. Kara is her hot contractor.

More interactions with Carter. And I’m still not sorry.


II: The Unattainable Employer

Hank serves her a beer. “Don’t do it. Don’t text her.”

Kara whines, lowers her head to the counter, and shoves her phone in his hands.

Alex appears by her side, runs a hand through Kara’s hair, scratches her scalp just how she likes it. “He is right, you know.”

Kara groans and tries to shove her aside with her shoulder, but Alex is built like a ninja and doesn’t bulge. “The ball is in her court now, little sis’.”

“It’s been a week!” Kara says, voice higher than usual. She chugs her beer. “You don’t just kiss people and leave! Who does that? I am not a bad kisser!”

“Maybe she doesn’t know what to do,” Hank offers, cleaning the counter in swift gestures. He’s smiling, just a little bit, like he’s having fun with this.

Kara sets her bottle on the table with a thud. “She is Cat Grant, the Queen of All Media! Have you read her Wikipedia page? The woman does not know doubt.”

Astra shows up behind Alex, an easy hand on Alex’s hip. “Maybe you should step up your game, as they say.”

Kara frowns. “I don’t get it.”

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Unique Place of Pride:

I’m posting this because I just turned 34 and I’m nostalgic and I’m seeing all of these lovely stories of fans meeting Jared Padalecki for the first time and my heart is full of pride and happiness.

When Jared was a boy he was in a play with my sister at our Middle School.

I remember seeing him bounce around the stage. He was full of energy and his smile was bright and infectious and. Yeah… Just adorable okay?

When I see people talk about meeting him and being overwhelmed and how sweet and loving and great he is with them I can’t help myself from feeling a bit proud. This kid that had dreams of being and actor… And look at what he’s accomplished. That respect has only deepened after his launching of the first #AlwaysKeepFighting campaign. To know that the MOST successful person from my school also struggles with mental health and used his platform to affect change is just awesome. In the purest, truest sense of the word.

I met up with him two years ago and found i was not immune to feeling nervous or overwhelmed. Height difference aside, Jared commands presence just by being. But he is also amazingly down to earth and humble and that was disarming. I might have expected him to be just a bit full of himself but no… He couldn’t have been cooler or sweeter. Great guy.

So for my fellow fangirls (and yes i wear this lable proudly) you chose wisely. Glad to share this giant lovable moose with all of you.

Love and hugs,
The Wayward Artist

Are You Coming?

Hey guys! I’m back, and I’m back with another story for you all, because, y’know…

Originally posted by moan-s

I’ve seen a lot of Joshifer stories recently, and it makes me so happy that there’s still other people out there writing them!

Anyway, I won’t keep you long, but just remember; my stories in this series are all M RATED!!

As you know all probably know by now, you can read my other Joshifer stories here.

*Disclaimer* I don’t personally know Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson or any other person included in this story; it is all a work of fiction, and in no way do I wish to infringe upon any of The Hunger Games franchise or anybody included in my stories.

Sitting on the sofa in my trailer, I stare at the clock, willing time to move faster. It’s 7.40; Josh will be up with the kids, getting them ready to go to school and the crèche. I’ve been on set since four this morning after taking my first produce/main actress role for ‘Burial Rites’, a book I knew I wanted to help transform into a movie the moment I read it, and I know I won’t be home until well after 10pm when the kids are all in bed. I haven’t held a face to face conversation with Josh since our holiday, and even worse, we haven’t really had any time for 'us’. It’s not that we don’t want to have sex; of course we do. In fact, it’s gotten to a point where we’re both practically pining for it, and I get turned on at the slightest touch down there. It’s just that with me working so much, I’m exhausted when I get home, so as soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep.

I pick my phone up from beside me, hoping to see that time has miraculously advanced at least twelve hours, and I see three new messages from my adorable husband. I open them one by one.

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So Salt Lake Comic Con was an extraordinary experience.  

I met lovely people, attended panels, got autographs, and even got the two photographs above.

- I met Sebastian first.  He was lovely and sweet when he autographed my art piece.  His people moved the line very fast, so I had barely any time to say hello.  I said it was very nice to meet him, and he smiled that gorgeous smile and said it was very nice to meet me as well, and then the autograph people whisked me on.  

- I had my photograph with Sebastian later, and as everyone else has noted, he was kind and sweet and very keen to set everyone at ease (I was ridiculously nervous).  I told him that I loved “your Bucky” and didn’t even realize what I said until later.  I am smiling somewhat insanely in the photo, which pretty much encapsulates how I felt.  Words fail to describe how I felt after meeting him.

- I attended Seb’s panel after that, and he was funny and adorable, as others have reported.  One of the things that stood out for me from his panel was when he talked about writing short stories and taking creative writing classes in his spare time, when he’s not looking for his next job….  I haven’t been able to be on Tumblr much, so I’m not sure if someone caught that on video or has commented on that – I’d love to re-watch that segment and read any comments.  For my part: I was surprised that he writes in his spare time, touched that he shared what was clearly a personal thing, and I was endlessly curious – what kind of stories does he write?!?

- After Seb’s panel, I stood in an interminable line for the combo photo with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan.  Meeting them both (Seb again) was amazing.  Chris was/is such a sweet human being, and Sebastian truly is the sweetheart everyone says he is.  I had a minute after the photo to tell both of them that I think their work is fantastic, and that I find the story they’re telling to be incredibly inspiring.  Chris leaned close and squeezed my arm and told me that I was so sweet.  His eyes were intensely blue, his eyelashes ridiculously long, and his expression was so so sincere that I caught my breath.  He made me feel like I’d done something great because I’d said such a simple thing.  By this time, Sebastian was crouched down talking to the child who was next in line for the photo, and it occurred to me as I was moved along, that both of these guys are so kind to their fans, so genuinely caring, and I was grateful to be amongst the people lucky enough to meet them.

- I was able to see the Chris Evans panel on Saturday morning.  He was thoughtful and honest and remarkably vulnerable for the short time he was on stage.  When he talked about how he quiets his “brain noise,” I was simultaneously grateful that he shared something intensely personal and already thinking about how I could use the phrase “quiet your brain noise” at work.  Earlier today, I posted this other observation about Chris at his panel:

I admire him so much.  HIs courage and willingness to be vulnerable are inspiring.  I have to admit though that I was frustrated when that fan (with the very best of intentions, I’m sure) asked him about his anxiety during yesterday’s panel at SLCC 15.  He looked briefly like a deer in the headlights.  And he even admitted that the question itself raised his anxiety levels.  He left the panel almost immediately afterward, and I wondered if there was a connection between that question and his leaving.  But perhaps it was just a terrible coincidence.

Enough said, I guess.

- Anthony Mackie joined Chris on the stage not long after Chris started answering fan questions.  It seemed like he helped set Chris at ease just being there, as did Hayley Atwell when she popped up behind Chris and hugged him hard (everyone has seen the photos).  After Chris and Hayley left the stage, Anthony settled in for his panel, which turned out to be the funniest panel I’ve ever attended.  I was laughing so hard at one point I couldn’t breathe.  He and the facilitator (who was fabulous throughout) were on-point (their jive rendition of Civil War lines was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen); they had great chemistry, were impossibly sexy with their push-up competition, were thoughtful and thought-provoking.  I loved Anthony Mackie before; now I really really do.

- I was able to grab an autograph from Hayley Atwell right after Anthony’s panel.  She wasn’t scheduled for autographs then, but told the organizers that since she was there early she might as well meet fans and sign autographs.  She’s incredibly beautiful in real life, sweet, and funny.  She took her time with each person she was autographing for.  I was able to tell her that I was especially grateful for her work, because I’m raising two daughters, and having a badass hero like her for them to look up to is so important.  She looked really closely at me at that, and agreed in such a heartfelt way – I noticed her eyes tearing up as she thanked me.  I left feeling strangely proud of myself – I said something really really important to me, and she *got* it, so much so that it made her cry a little.

- I stood in the line to meet Anthony Mackie and get his autograph after Hayley. This was the slowest autograph line by far, because he took so much time with each person.  When I got to the front finally, I thanked him for being such an inspiring hero for my kids, and he said, “You are just the sweetest person. How can you be so nice?” and I don’t know what possessed me, but I shrugged and said,”Well, I am Canadian,” and he threw back his head and laughed that glorious laugh, and said, “Well, that explains it,” and shook my hand when I thanked him.  I left grinning, with his laugh ringing in my ears.

They are all such beautiful, kind, gracious people.  I feel incredibly grateful to have met them.

When I was 14, I moved to a town that was maybe 95% white. Racism was palpable and I and the few other black students felt very uncomfortable. The height of our discomfort came around February, when our school did absolutely NOTHING to even acknowledge the fact that it was black history month. When I asked a teacher (a white man) why the school made no mention of it, he shrugged and said, “why would they?” The message we took from this was, hey, you guys aren’t welcome here, so why would we accommodate you?

Then, one day while I was walking toward the bus stop after school, I was called a nigger by one of the redneck dudes at our school. It was the first time that had ever happened to me, and I was shocked. Hurt. Angry. I felt a huge weight that somehow transcended my own experience—like it triggered a painful memory that was wired into my DNA, one I had carried with me without ever realizing. I yelled and cursed the dude as his friends and other kids watched. Some laughed. Most people just…avoided looking. The other black kids (there were maybe 7 others in a school of 1000) weren’t there. No one backed me up or defended me. I felt like I was yelling at blank space, but I remember being proud of myself for not crying.

The next day, my parents called the administration, and I was brought in for meetings with the principal, who apologized profusely. The kid who called me the N word was suspended. They assured me they had a zero tolerance policy for “intolerance”. I wasn’t truly concerned with that, to be honest. I told the principal that as long as the school continued to ignore the presence and need of its black students, it created an environment that allowed racism to thrive. That I was tired of watching my friends get into fights instigated by white kids who knew they wouldn’t be blamed.

He asked me how they could fix it, and I told him I wanted to start a black history month program. That even something as small as taking the time out to remind our peers what black people have contributed to this country for five minutes a day, would help us feel more included. He said okay, they could do that…as long as I ran it. So I did. I went home that night and created an outline of announcements to be read every morning for the remainder of that February. I was fourteen and doing a job the adults around me should have done, because none of them wanted to do it. I went to the front office every morning and read the facts and bios of black inventors, artists, doctors etc that I’d compiled. I don’t know how well it was received, and sometimes felt like I was being pandered to by the adults around me, but it still made me feel better. And the other black students agreed.

I continued the program all through high school, with it growing bigger each year. I joined student council (kind of a political decision tbh, as this way I could streamline the program into their agenda, so it could live on after I graduated), made more friends who helped create bulletin boards and flyers. I was interviewed by a local newspaper and had a phone interview with CNN. I got letters and cards from black students and even people on the board of education thanking me for my work. A lot of those were really touching, and it was just crazy to me that they even thought enough to write me, and honestly, i was a little unnerved. I never set out to impress people or fluff my resume. I literally was just trying to belong. To feel safe.

Anyway, this is a poorly written, error-ridden iphone message to say: Happy black history month. For many of us, it’s so much more than just spouting names and facts—it’s about reminding ourselves and our communities that we are here. We’ve BEEN here. And we deserve the right to feel celebrated and valued just like anyone else.