ready for it to be the weekday

anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.

SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:

-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

anonymous asked:

Annabeth asking Sally what Percy is wearing every morning to match him, and Percy trying to figure out how she does it EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

“Will you ever tell me how you keep doing this?”

Annabeth gave her boyfriend a smile before smiling and sitting next to him at the table. “Call it couples intuition.”

Leo snapped, “Coupletuition.”

“That’s not even a real word, Valdez.” Reyna said from her spot across from Percy.

Percy ignored his friends and narrowed his eyes at his girlfriend. Since the second week of the school year, Annabeth has been able to match what he was wearing perfectly. She never asks him what he’s going to be wearing in the morning, and she’s always ready by the time he gets to her house to pick her up. He’s convinced she’s spying on him. She’s never matched him over the weekend, only the weekdays. It’s starting to drive him crazy.

“If you don’t stop matching me, I’m going to dress up as something super embarrassing.”

Annabeth only shrugged, taking a bite of her breakfast. “If you say so.”

“Which you wouldn’t actually do since you have a reputation to uphold.”

Percy sighed. Jason was right, as usual. He wouldn’t do that. He doesn’t mind that Annabeth likes to match him. What bothers him is that he can’t figure out how she does it every single day without asking him what he’s wearing.

“Can you read my mind?”

Annabeth smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Yes!”

“Matching again?” Piper asked as she sat down, “I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.”

“You really shouldn’t be.” Annabeth said with a laugh. She looked back at Percy, “I’m still coming over today, right?”

Percy nodded as he slid Annabeth’s almost empty tray towards him to finish off her food, “Yeah, if you want to.”

“Of course I do.”

XXXXX

Every Thursday after school is Percy and Annabeth’s designated day to spend time together. With Percy playing almost every sport out there, he rarely has any free time. Their Thursdays usually consists of Annabeth helping him study, them just doing homework, or just watching TV together. They aren’t too picky about how their time is spent.

On this Thursday, Annabeth has an essay due the next day and Percy is just waiting for her to finish. He’s sitting on his floor, playing a video game with his back against the bed while Annabeth is laid across it and typing up a storm. He knows how she gets when she’s writing an essay and it would be almost impossible to get any sort of conversation out of her. Not that he minds. Just spending time together is enough for him, words don’t even have to be said.

Annabeth’s phone going off got both their attention. Percy looked behind him and at her while she checked it. She made a face, hit decline, and set her phone back down. Percy raised an eyebrow at her and she laughed, “It’s just Piper. I’ll call her back after I finish.”

Right as they were about to go back to what they were doing before, Annabeth’s phone started going off again. This time, it was a spam of text messages. Annabeth pushed her phone off the bed with a frown. “Look and see what she wants please. I have to get this finished.”

Percy unlocked her phone and started reading through Piper’s messages. He hummed, leaning his head back against the bed. “Her and Jason got in a fight and she needs you and she wants you to call her ASAP.”

Annabeth made a noise to let him know that she heard him. He left Piper’s message and was getting ready to lock her phone when a message from his mom caught his attention. He raised an eyebrow. Annabeth and his mom text? “You and my mother text? How often?”

Annabeth shrugged, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, “Only every morning.”

“Why?”

“Because I like to talk to Sally. Is that so wrong?”

Percy snorted at her defensive tone and clicked on the message thread. He had been expecting some kind of conversation that happens between a girlfriend and a parent. Advice or something, he doesn’t know. What he wasn’t expecting was his mom and Annabeth to be planning on how she could match him every day. He turned around so fast, taking Annabeth by surprise.

“You and my mom have been ganging up on me!”

Annabeth grabbed her phone from him with a roll of her eyes, “It’s not ganging up on you, Percy! It’s me wanting to match with my boyfriend and Sally thought it was cute.”

Percy frowned, “Why didn’t you just ask me?”

“It was more fun this way. I had you pretty convinced that I could read your mind.” Annabeth gave him a smile. “Plus, it was Sally’s idea to keep it from you.”

“What a traitor.”

CLEAR FEBRUARY- WE’RE WATCHING SNK!

What better way to prep for a second season than by rewatching the first one? We’ve set up a schedule for a complete review of season one, featuring OVAs and other bonuses (not including movies)!

Weekdays we’ll watch 6 episodes of season one, weekends are bonuses/catchup/optional!

Week one (1-4): Episode 1-5, OVA- The Sudden Visitor

Week two (5-11): Chibi theater, Episode 6-11, OVA- Distress

Week three (12-18): Junior High 1-6, Episode 12-17, OVA- Ilse’s Notebook

Week four (19-25): Junior High 7-12, Episode 18-23, A Choice With No Regrets (1&2)

Week five (26-28): Episode 24-25, Catch up

So spread the word and get ready to return to the world of SNK!

I Got You|Cedric Diggory imagine

Request: Hello there! I was wondering if you can do a imagines where the reader is depressed and very lost in her own thoughts and Cedric her boyfriend noticed this and gets really worried but she won’t tell him anything until it was the middle of the night and he goes into her room and cuddles with her asking what’s wrong and she tells him and at the end it ends up all cute and fluffy?? I had a bad day today so I would really help me! Thank you very much!


Requested by: @lunamoonlightlove


Hey, guys! I suck at naming stuff RIP. XD


Did I just post more than once in a month? Woah!


Anyways, I’m trying to keep these note things short. This imagine isn’t as fluffy as I thought and hoped it would be. Sorry! I really hope I managed to write this accurately because it’s something I have never experienced so all I know about depression is really from researching. I hope I managed to portray this correctly, I really do.


I hope all of you are okay and had a nice day. And if you didn’t please remember that I love you and I care about you. All of you!


Hope you enjoy this!


-Love, Lottie.


Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader


Warnings: depression


Key: Y/n - your name


Words: 1400


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Sunshine poured through the window of your bedroom and you shifted around in your bed, groaning. Another night when you couldn’t sleep for more than ten, twenty minutes. The only thing that kept your company through the sleepless nights was your mind. You wished it didn’t. The only thing it seemed to be good at these days was to remind you how worthless you are. You just wanted it to stop.


The sun was glaring at you but you had no motivation to go and close the curtains. You turned away. Your gaze was quickly driven to the clock on the wall and you were reminded that you were going to hang out with your boyfriend, Cedric, today.


Another groan nearly escaped your mouth.


You used to love to hang out with him. You used to love a lot of things. But lately, everything was just… tiring.


Still, the thought of him seeing you like this drove you towards the bathroom, to get ready for the day.


You had lost weight, you noticed in the mirror, probably from your lack of appetite. There were purple circles underneath your eyes, a result of the sleepless nights you were having. You sighed and quickly fixed that with concealer.


You left the bathroom looking better but still feeling horrible.


It was a weekday so you were home alone, until Cedric showed up, of course.


There was a plate of waffles on the kitchen counter and you ate a little just so your stomach had something in it. Not long after the doorbell rang and you reluctantly made your way towards the door.


You checked first, just to be safe, that it was Cedric before swinging the door open. “Hey.” You greeted, doing your best to smile.


Your boyfriend was grinning goofily as he swooped up and hugged you. At first, you stiffened but soon returned the hug, nonetheless. “Hi,” he murmured, nose burrowed in the crook of your neck. “I missed you.” He added after drawing back. He was with his dad at the Quidditch World Cup and then their whole family had gone on a small vacation to France afterwards.


“I missed you too.” The words felt empty and he noticed that his expression instantly falling. Cedric looked you up and down and he looked like he was about to say something so you decided to distract the both of you by walking in, beckoning him to follow you inside.


“Have you eaten?” You asked, gesturing towards the plate with waffles that was nearly full.


“Have you?” He shot back worry evident in his voice.


You turned to face him. He had furrowed his eyebrows, eyes following you full of concern and elbow resting on one of the counters. “I have,” you replied curtly.


“Really?” Your boyfriend raised his eyebrow. “Because it doesn’t seem so.”


You felt unnecessary anger bubbling inside you like it had been happening for a few days. You bit your lips to stop yourself from saying something stupid. “Why don’t we watch a movie?” You suggested, a few moments later, and headed to the couch.


After a minute of silence, Cedric sighed. “Okay.” He followed you to the couch. “What are we going to watch?”


You shrugged before turning to him. “Star wars?” He shrugged in agreement.


After both the first and the second movie had ended Cedric turned to you. “Are we going to talk now?”


You stared at your legs, not meeting his eyes. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”


“Y/n…” you turned to him to see him looking back at you with wide eyes as if he couldn’t believe what you had just said. You quickly averted your eyes. “What’s going on?”


“Nothing’s going on.” You replied, trying to make it sound as truthful as possible. You were always a bad liar.


“Y/n, talk to me,” Cedric pleaded and took a hold of your hand.


“Cedric,” you started and looked at him. “Everything is fine. I am fine.”


“No, you aren’t.” The Hufflepuff started playing with your fingers. “Y/n I know you. So just… please tell me, what’s bothering you.”


You drew your hand back, irritated. “Currently, you are bothering me.” Cedric nearly jumped back as if you had just slapped him. “I told you everything is fine.” He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. They said the eyes were windows to a person’s soul and currently his were open. You could very clearly see he was hurt, confused and very, very worried.


His mouth opened and closed, he was searching for the right thing to say. Finally he just quietly said your name. You shook your head. Cedric blinked. “Y/n, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”


Your mood quickly switched and you felt that you were close to tears. “You should go,“you whispered, once again looking away. He reached for you again but you drew back. It was like you were in a container, shut away from everyone you love. "Just go, Cedric.”


After a little, you hear the door closing shut behind your boyfriend. You let the tears fall down.


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You had finally fallen into wonderful, dreamless sleep when a quiet sound woke you up. You blinked, still in a daze, thinking that you must have imagined it. Just then the sound repeated. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up.


You were alone in the room and judging by the lack of light it was still night. Your sleepy eyes skimmed the room. Nothing suspicious at first sight, but then your eyes widened as you realised that there was someone on the other side of your window. You almost screamed out loud but the person waved at you and you realised that it was Cedric.


You walked to the window and gave him a weird look. “Can I come in?” His voice was muffled but you still managed to make out his words. You opened the window and the boy stepped in, hugging you.


“What are you doing here?” You asked, without hugging him back and he released you.


“I’m here to help you.” He smiled, placing his hands on your shoulders. “But Y/n, I can’t unless you talk to me about… this.” One of Cedric’s hands left your shoulder to gesture around.


You sat on the bed and he soon followed. Maybe it was the darkness of the night the night that made you feel lonelier than ever but you decided that opening up to him wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. “I… I don’t know Ced.” You felt your eyes fill up with tears. “I don’t know what’s going on and it’s scaring me.” The two of you locked your eyes and he came closer to you. You burrowed your face in his shoulder, letting yourself cry, and allowed him to gently rub your back.


“It’s going to be okay, Y/n,” Cedric said quietly. “We could go to St. Mungos or to some muggle doctor. Everything is going to be alright, yeah? And we will be alright.”


You nodded and felt his whole body relax. “Okay.” The two of you stood there for quite some time, just drowning in each other’s presence.


Cedric looked at your clock. “Merlin’s beard. I didn’t realise it was so late.” He muttered.


You let out a chuckle, though you weren’t very happy with the thought that he had to go. “It’s not like the moon and the stars are out, or something.” You humoured, raising your eyebrow.


Cedric chuckled, his thumb doing lazy circles on the back of your hand. You knew what he was about to say before he even opened his mouth. “Stay,” you whispered before he could tell you he was leaving. You locked eyes, both of you were blushing. “For a little bit,” you quickly covered up. “Or for the rest of the night. Whichever you prefer. I, I don’t mind.” You quickly looked away, face positively red.


“Okay,” he announced. As you looked up you saw he was smiling, you couldn’t help but smile back.


It wasn’t long before the two of you were nestled in a comfortable position. Your back was pressed against his chest, his arms around you.


“Y/n?” Cedric whispered against your shoulder and you hummed in response, too lazy and comfortable to respond with words. “I love you.”


You smiled, squeezing the hand that was near yours. “I love you too.”

Masked - Part 2

Word Count: 1890

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter x Reader (later on)

Warnings:  Language

A/N: Finally Part 2 woooo! Sorry guys I had a really bad cold but I’m feeling much better :) Anyway thank so much for the feedback! It was so wonderful and heartwarming <3

Masterlist

Masked Masterlist


Part 1

Originally posted by marvelmuggle

The next morning was definitely a rough one. You awoke with a killer ache echoing in the back of your head, causing you to wince. Your body then protested as you rolled over and stretched before reaching for your glasses. Looking at the time you out a loud groan and plopped your head back onto the pillow. You knew you had to get up for classes but a part of you just wanted to stay in bed all day. Fixing your glasses, you sat up and swung your feet over the side of the bed.

Slowly making your way to the kitchen, you scrolled through your phone looking for the latest news. Smiling at the mostly positive reports on your crime fighting, you started a cup of coffee. As you yawned and opened your laptop, you searched for today’s assignments - which was way more work than you were hoping for, and groaned as your coffee machine alerted you that your coffee was ready.  You grabbed your cup and proceeded to sit down in front of your laptop, ready to complete the ginormous workload you had.

Sure, you loved majoring in electrical engineering, but some days you didn’t have the motivation to do the work that went along with it- especially after the long nights of crime fighting. However, both of your parents were electrical engineers and you wanted to make them proud wherever they are. As a child, you excelled in school but mostly in the sciences just like your parents. Some teachers even compared you Tony Stark as you skipped through grades. By the time you were fourteen, you were able to hack into almost everything- excluding any government systems. Could you break through the government’s firewalls? Yes, but you did not want to test your luck with the government finding you. You would not like to deal with that aftermath if you ever tried. Before you got your powers you had one goal to get your masters and nothing was going to get in the way of that.

After listening to a few lectures and copying down notes, you shut your laptop. Putting your empty mug in the sink your stomach began to growl. Realizing that you forgot to eat something, you opened the fridge hoping for something good. Inside was a few takeout boxes and water bottles, nothing you wanted right now. You definitely needed to stop putting off grocery shopping but with your hectic schedule take out was always a quicker option. Not wanting to stare at the empty contents of your fridge, you shut the door and walked over to your wardrobe to get changed.

Your outfit was nothing too fancy; it was just a flannel, band tee, jeans, and an old pair of Converse. Pulling your semi-dirty hair out of your face, you gather up the contents your suit and put them into your backpack. You had no idea when an emergency would happen so you needed to be ready. Grabbing your phone, headphones, keys, and wallet, you made your way down to a small diner near you.

Locking your door behind you, you notice one of your elderly neighbors trying to juggle bags in their hands while fumbling with their keys. Putting your keys in your pocket, you made your way over to your neighbor.

“Here, Mrs. Roberts let me help you with your bags,” You offered before grabbing most of the bags.

“Gracias, (Y/N). You’re a true hero,” She joked as you laughed awkwardly.

“You wouldn’t know the half of it,” You muttered following her into the apartment. “Grandkids coming over again?” You gestured to the many assortments of junk food.

“Why, yes. They are and they can’t seem to stop talking about this masked vigilante. What’s their name? It’s uh-”

“Rogue Hex.”

“Ah, there it is. Are you a fan?” She asked.

“I-I uh well hear about them on the news and such,” You said while pushing up your glasses on the bridge of your nose. “I have some errands to do, so I should be going.”

“Oh, don’t let me stop you! Thanks for the help!”

“No problem, Mrs. Roberts,” You replied shutting the door.

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you adjusted your backpack and walked down the hall. Reaching the door to the stairs you were stopped by a few janitors cleaning whatever mess just happened.

“Kid puked on the stairs take the elevator,” One of the janitors said annoyed.

“The elevator?” You whispered. “C-Can I just squeeze by everyone? I mean I’m sure it isn’t that much.”

“Trust me, kid, there is. Now go take the elevator or you’ll be here a while.”

Silently nodding you walked away to the elevators trying to calm your nerves. You weren’t afraid of elevators per say but to you being trapped in tiny places was not your strong suit. When aliens invaded, you went through something no twelve-year-old should have gone through. It affected so much that you small places such as an elevator freak you out.

Sure it was just an elevator but to you, it was a death trap waiting to happen. But nothing could come between you and your food. You could already hear the growls of your stomach growing louder. Pressing the button for the elevator, you waited for the doors to open and reluctantly went inside. You were fine getting in but once the doors shut the room started to get smaller. Slowing sinking to the floor in panic, you watched the floor numbers decrease as you tried to remind yourself that nothing was going to happen.

You weren’t back in that place. You were just in an elevator.

Once the doors opened, you sprang from the floor and pushed passed the group of confused people. Ignoring the glares of people, you ran outside. Rubbing your temples, you began walking to the diner hoping that there wasn’t a huge line. Luckily for you, there were only a few people in line by the time you walked inside. Ordering your food, you sat down by a window and pulled out your phone while you waited.

“Hey is this taken?” A stranger said snapping you out of your thoughts. “There are no other seats.”

“No you can-” You began before you made eye contact with the good-looking stranger with weird pizza shirt. “Y-You can sit here.”

“I’m uh Peter,” He said sitting down with his hand extended.

“I-I’m (Y/N). Nice to me you,” You said gripping his hand a bit too long.

You were very smooth.

“Skipping school too?”

“Excuse me?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Well it’s a weekday so unless you go to some weird school you have classes today,” He responded. “You know it’s my first time skipping and I’m kind of nervous.”

Letting out a laugh, you slapped your hand over your mouth as Peter rolled his eyes. Before you could apologize for your behavior you heard that your order was ready. Mouthing to him to wait a minute you quickly got up and grabbed your food. Returning to your seat, you sheepishly got out your food before chuckling to yourself.

“Sorry that was rude of me,” You said taking a bite of your sandwich. “And Peter I’m not in high school, I’m in college.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Wait, what?! How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“You’re the same age as me damn,” He mumbled as you shrugged. “Makes sense on why you’re not in school. Online classes or are you somewhere local?”

“Online, it’s just easier,” You began with a mouth full of food. “Or well sometimes I do have to go in for a class or two. Electrical engineering can be pretty hard.”

“Again damn you are smart,” Peter laughed. “See I just find old things like computers or DVD players and revamp them.”

“Same! It’s honestly a money saver.”

“Finally someone agrees with me,” He said as you felt your face blush.

You just met this random dude and you’re already developing a crush on him. What could you say; you were a hopeless romantic deep down. Even though you never really had time to even think about a relationship let alone even the concept of dating. With school and saving the city, you barely had time to do anything else.

“So Peter why did you cut school?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows.

“Not so loud!” He exclaimed as you laughed. “I mean it one wrong move and I’m toast.”

Scoffing, you finished your sandwich as you notice Peter looking frantically around. Confuse you glanced around the diner to see what he was all worked up about. When you looked around, however, you found nothing out of the ordinary. His body language was almost like he was waiting for something like a text or single.

“Earth to Peter,” You said waving your hand in front of his face. “You need to relax no one gives a shit that you skipped school.”

“Uh yeah,” He mumbled while checking his phone. “Can I ask you for your number?”

“What?”

He just asked for your number. This was actually happening.

“Oh sorry that was a bit strong I didn’t mean-”

“No, you’re ok. Just caught me off guard that’s all.”

Giving Peter your phone you gave him yours as you both typed your numbers in. As a smile never left your face, you returned his phone. Fixing your glasses you, notice Peter’s face dropped as his phone buzzed. As he read whatever he was just sent, two cop cars flew past the diner. Slowing getting up from your seat, you unlocked your phone and brought up your homemade police scanner.

One of the reasons why you always knew about crimes before everyone else was due mostly to you hacking into the NYPD scanner to give you updates. As another cop car flew by, Peter was distracted along with everyone else. Quickly reading what was showing up on the scanner you realized that a robbery and possible hostage situation was taking place a few blocks away.

“Hey Peter I love to stay and chat but I uh have um some work I need to finish. I’ll text you later.” You said slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“U-Uh yeah I actually promised to meet up with my team-uh I mean friends,” He responded grabbing his bag as well.

Staring at his backpack for a brief moment, you notice another cop car fly by. Whatever was happening definitely wasn’t good. Mumbling a quick goodbye, you sprinted out of the diner and down a few blocks to a nearby alleyway. Once you knew you were out of sight, you pulled out your suit and began to put it on. Taking off your glasses, you slipped on your mask while strapping on your gloves that you designed for better control of your powers. Lacing up your boots and adjusting your mask, you focused on the small ledge above you and aim one of your tentacles at it.

Using it as a grappling hook, you shot up onto the roof as your made your way to the scene of the crime. Feeling the adrenaline run through you, you couldn’t help but smile. After a nice breakfast, you were ready to kick some ass. And that’s exactly what you were going to do.

Part 3


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7-Eleven AU

Ok so I was inspired by @blessedkeith and their library au, and when I offhandedly said I should make an au based on my job, they were immediately invested, and what’s a girl supposed to do?

So under the cut is Part 1 of my brand new 7-Eleven au that I have been working on all day with them lol

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anonymous asked:

4. “Is that my shirt?” and Barba.

Originally posted by rafael-barbae

Waking up before Rafael was a feat in itself, especially on a weekday. So you wasted no time in getting breakfast ready. Coffee, obviously. But also some food that would give him a good start to the day.

And you were so focused on preparing breakfast, Rafael was able to walk into the kitchen without you noticing. “Is that my shirt?” He asked. “I was looking for it and it seemed to have vanished. Or so I thought.”

You didn’t look up to Rafael, instead just keeping your eyes down as a grin appeared. “I’m sure you have plenty of other shirts.”

He gave a low hum as he approached, finally circling his arms around your waist as he thought about it. “Well, this happens to be my favourite shirt. I’d like it back.”

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anonymous asked:

Can we have some headcanons for a day in the life of subaru's family please?

More on his fam here: [x]

Mornings:

You wake up an hour before the kids, Subaru sleeps in.

Your oldest son gets himself up to catch the hot water for a shower and eat a decent breakfast

Your daughter is the worst one to wake up, she has to be told multiple times to get up, covers need to be pulled off of her, and Subaru has to be awoken from his slumber some mornings. She’s always scrambling to get ready and is putting her makeup on on the way to school.

Your youngest son is relatively easy to wake up by just flicking on the light, takes like two minutes to get ready is done early so he can play a game or two before school.

Subaru takes them to school for you so don’t worry.

Breakfast:

You usually cook breakfast everyday even weekends.

Psst…. After the kids are at school you and Subaru enjoy breakfast alone together… keep it a secret.

On weekdays it’s usually just pancakes and sausage or maybe some waffles, something hardy to last the kids til lunch.

On weekends you guys still keep it relatively simple, your oldest son helps you since he really like to cook, but it’s a little more fancy than usual. Omelettes, sausage, gravy, biscuits, bacon, toast, whatever is ordered from the morning couch.

Activities:

All of the kids have after school activities.

Your oldest son goes to the gym often for kickboxing or wrestling lessons when it’s not the sport season for the school team. If it is the season then he is usually at practice after school.

Your daughter usually has ballet practice or getting ready for a recital.

Your youngest son has band practice after school, the houses switch though so sometimes he comes home and other times he may be at uncle Ayato’s, or Shin’s house.

Subaru makes it a point to go to every game/recital/or gig that is happening with the kids and they try to help him by not having things the same day.

Family time:

You guys are really busy so your family time is usually all gathering in front of the tv for a movie

Or going to your youngest son’s concert when the have one, it’s usually really small since they aren’t really anything more than a garage band… but hey that’s how Nirvana got a start.

Other than that just being home and doing your own things can serve as family time due to your busy schedules.

Once the kids get old enough you and Subaru may leave them for a long needed date night… *insert lenny face here*

When they were younger you two would leave them with Shu but it wasn’t that often and not for very long.

Holidays:

Subaru likes to spend the holidays with it being just you, him, and the kids that way the house isn’t crowded and loud and he doesn’t have to be on edge.

Though the family does have to meet up with the other five for Christmas dinner at least, a tradition that they always keep up with. The kids all hang together also.

Other than that your youngest son and Ayato’s middle triplet pull out the portable instruments and play some live music, it’s festive and the ultimate shitstorm like most of the Sakamaki’s events but everyone has fun…

Two more days

“I’ll see you this weekend!”
This was the last thing my dad ever said to me.

It was right around the end of June, I can’t remember the exact day, that my dad decided he was going to move a couple hundred miles away from the town we had lived in, nearly my whole life. I was already 19 at the time and living in my own place, but I was going through a really dark part of my life. I was very depressed and dealing with an all consuming drug addiction. He offered to let me come stay with him in the new town, which looking back now I see what his way of trying to help me get away from the bad situation I was in. Now being in the midst of my addiction, I made up excuse after excuse as to why I couldn’t leave the same day as him. After a few days, we were finally able to compromise. He was going to have to come back the following weekend to pick up the last of his stuff, and I agreed to follow him back down when he came back. My heart shatters every time I think about that day, because it would be the last time I would ever have a conversation with my father. If I had known I would have left that day. And that decision still haunts me to this very moment.
But I digress.
My father was my hero growing up. I didn’t have a mother, so naturally my dad was the one who taught me all the really important stuff. The guy who I shared my whole life with. But my father was also a very close minded, religious man. So coming out to him when I was 17….well to put it lightly, it was the 2nd most excruciating emotion pain I have ever felt in my life, 2nd only to when my dad actually passed away.
My father and I went from speaking every day, to me moving to the other end of the state and not even so much as sending a text to one another for nearly a year. Even when I did move back, things were very different between us. You could physically feel the tension in the air. Unfortunately we were never able to completely reconcile the matter before he passed away a few months after we started speaking to one another again. It was one of those things where we just didn’t talk about it. Not that we pretended it didn’t happen, but just avoided the topic all together.

So back to the day he moves! I help him pack all of his things, we agree on meeting up the following weekend (which I knew him well enough to know that would have been either Friday night or very early Saturday morning, as in around 4:00 a.m.). Everything was looking good. He was ready to go. And despite the tension still between us, I was deeply saddened to watch him drive away. As he drove away down the same road we have driven on thousands of times, he rolled his window down and said “I’ll see you this weekend!”
I would have never in my scariest nightmares thought that would be the last time my dad spoke to me. During the few following weekdays I continued in my addiction while I gathered up all my stuff and waiting for my dad to come back to town. I will never forget the day. It was Thursday night, around 11:30 p.m., I got a call from one of my family members saying my dad was in a motorcycle accident. He rode into a wall and he had no helmet…. while he was being careflighted to Las Vegas, I drove down there with a cousin. At the time, we didn’t know what the extent of his injuries were. And being high when it all happened, I said a lot of things that I pray to god I had never said.
I was still very upset with my father, regarding his reaction when I came out and his lack of effort to mend our relationship after the fact. Without knowing how serious it was, I said things like “I don’t care what happens to him.” After finding out he had been drinking I said “that’s what he gets.”

After the 7 hour drive to get to Vegas, we were informed that he had severed his spinal cord when he hit the wall. He was comatose, with a near impossible likelihood of ever waking up again. For those of you reading, if you have ever seen a loved one, laying comatose in a hospital bed then you can understand that awful, gut wrenching feeling of absolute sorrow. I had never been around anything like this. I had never been to a hospital for anything more serious than a check up. Even at 19 years old, being able to comprehend the medical reasons why he was comatose….actually seeing my father laying in that bed after just talking to him a few days prior… my mind was almost ripped apart at trying to come to terms with what was happening. I had such a flood of sadness and confusion. All I wanted was for him to wake up. I had never wanted anything more in my life at that moment than for him to wake up. My family flew/drove in from all over the west coast in the following days as we proceeded to spend the 4th of July of 2016 in my fathers hospital room, praying he would wake up.
I have never hated fireworks more than hearing them go off while I was sitting in that hospital room, begging my father to wake up. We waiting a few more days before we finally decided to pull the plug.
That day was a reality check, for all of us. That death can come for anyone, at anytime. My dad was only 44 years old. Today is June 10th. It’s been almost a year since that all happened and I still don’t think I’ve fully come to terms with it. There are so many things left unsaid that I would give anything to be able to tell him. But even sitting next to him in that hospital, I was grateful to be given enough time to at least be able to tell my father I was sorry for the way I treated him and that above all else, I would love him forever.

(I’m sorry if this isn’t what I’m supposed to do for this. I have never had the opportunity to put all of this into words before and I thought this was the best blog to do it.)

title: cappuccino

rating: g

pairing: pharmercy

tags: fluff, coffee shop au bc im horrible

ao3

Fareeha doesn’t know her name.
But she does know that the woman comes in at eleven A.M. every weekday, that she orders a caramel frappe and bowl of oatmeal every time, and that she is the most beautiful woman Fareeha has ever seen.

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Raining Cats and Dogs

In which, Thor and you have recently moved in together and someone tells Thor that it is of good fortune to adopt pets in order to have a happy, long life with your partner. This is pure silliness, don’t take this seriously.

Word Count: 1,130

Warnings: None. 

A/N: Hope you enjoy it, my dear! @it-takes-courage-to-be-you 

Originally posted by leaf-kiid


Moving in with Thor was an adventure. Every day it was something new. Thor was quick to understand everything around him, but it was still amusing to watch him be surprised at how technology worked and often remarking how differently things were done in Asgard. You had grown accustomed to teasing him and often imitated his deep, proper voice, to which Thor responded with a chuckle before lunging at you, his arms wrapping around your waist as you squealed. He’d throw you onto the couch and pin you against his, your laughs turning to breathless gasps as he pressed lips against your own.

Even though you lived in the Avengers Tower, the floor Tony gave the two of you was private. Only a certain amount of people had the code to enter and even then, they called either you or Thor to let you know they were dropping by. It gave you both freedom and privacy to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for what a day in the Yuma family household is like ie. Morning routines, breakfast, family time, etc.?


Oh gosh help us. This is long (like the rest of Yuma is) so the rest is under the cut, I’m sorry but Yuma’s big family is my weakness. For info on his family go here: [x]


Mornings:

•You and Yuma get up at the same time, two hours before the kids during gardening season or an hour during the off season.

•Yuma takes the kids to school but he wants to get a head start in the garden for the day so an extra hour really helps him get started.

•You need that extra hour because you need coffee and a head start to get your oldest girl out of bed.

•Don’t worry she’s up before the third time you try because then you get Yuma and he knows how to get a bucket of ice water.

•Your twins are rather easy to rise up so all you have to do is flick on the lights and they are up and at ‘em.

•Your fourth daughter isn’t terrible but she’s still pretty hard to get up and it usually scrambling last minute to get ready.

•Your boy, bless him, gets up on his own and is showered before you even make it to his room door so he’s already heading down to the kitchen for breakfast… Yuma swears he’s an alien.

•Your last daughter will NOT wake up for you so Yuma pretty much has to yank her blankets off of her and order her out of bed.

•By the time everyone is up and ready you are rushing the hoard out with kisses and hugs and Yuma slapping your ass… you’re exhausted and it’s not even four hours after you woke up.

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So this is Heaven

Request - Imagine Adam grabbing onto your hand when walking through even moderately populated areas because he’s still getting used to being back on Earth

As requested

Hope you like Anon 


You drove for hours to get there, finding a quiet part of anywhere these days was hard, but it’s what he needed.

Since he was pulled from the cage he’d barley left his room. You couldn’t blame him, you couldn’t even begin to imagine what he went through down there. 

It took you weeks to convince him to let you sit next to him. You started sitting on a chair by his door, just talking to him. Eventually he started talking back, only a few words at first but slowly more. 

You slowly moved further into the room, inch by inch.  Until eventually you were sitting right next to him, Adam on his bed, you still in your chair. One day you rested you hand on the bed,  chatting mindlessly as you watched show random show on your laptop.

You saw him shift on the bed but you thought nothing of it. Then you felt it, the feeling of skin touching skin. It was a simple touch, almost like he was making sure you were real. You didn’t react,  even though you wanted to. You just let him rest the back of his hand against yours, and that’s where it began. 

The next day when you went back to his room, the chair was gone. 

“Adam, where’s my chair?” You frown looking around the room 

He didn’t answer just patted the space on the bed next to him. You eyebrows shot up in shock but you nodded. You plugged in your laptop, sitting next to him. Shoulder to shoulder, and that’s how you’ve been spending your days.  

Sam and Dean would check in on you both between  hunts. It was hard for you not to go with them but Adam needed you,  and Sam and Dean were happy you could help him where they couldn’t. 

You look over at the passenger seat where he sat head fallen back, eyes closed. You both knew he wasn’t sleeping,  he rarely slept, and when he did he had many nightmares. In fact except for the few minutes here and there with his head on your shoulder in front of the laptop over the last few days, you couldn’t remember when he really slept last. You frown at the thought. 

“Your face will stick that way if you carry on” you cast your eyes over to see him watching you. You smirk at the road

He asked how much longer you’d be, Stretching as much as he could.

“10 minutes or so” you see him tense beside you, you reach out and squeeze his hand. 

“It’ll be ok. I can’t even explain how proud I am that you’re doing this Adam” you say honestly. 

He squeezes your hand back, before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it gently. Your breath catches, he’s never done anything like that before. 

You’d finally arrived,  it was a small, quiet country park. It had animals and a lake and you’d chosen a weekday so it would be quieter.

You turned off the engine and sat waiting for him to be ready. His grip tightened on your hand.

“You aren’t going to….I mean you’ll be there right?” He looked so scared, you nodded swallowing the lump in your throat. 

“I’m right here” he release your hand, you get out of the car and walk around to his side of the car. He opens the door in a hurry, like you’d pull off a band aid.

You go to move but he doesn’t follow so you stop. Hands in your pockets, he looked ready to run. 

“Why don’t we start by the lake? There’s seats by there we can just sit for a while” you ask him, pointing in the general direction of the lake

His eyes snap to yours, he takes a deep breath and nods. You nod your head, taking another step.  He shuffles forward but the stops. You walk back to him

“If you want to go we can….” he shakes his head 

“No….but I…I mean can…God I sound like a school boy….” he stammers, you smile at him telling him it’s ok and to take his time. He inhales deeply,  before stepping towards you, pulling your hand from your pocket and lacing your fingers with his own.

“Is this ok? You ground me….” He asks looking down at you

*has he always been this tall?*

You smile brightly nodding as you start walking to the lake.

“Everything good….I have a hard time believing…what they did was…” he tries to explain

“Adam you haven’t got to tell me…”

“If I’m going to tell anyone it’s going to be you… You’ve literally been everything since I got out Y/n.”

You feel your heart swell.  You try to pin point the moment you fell for him. Was it when  you’d sit up all night talking? Was it when he first spoke to you? Or was it when you wrapped a blanket around him when he was dropped in the bunker, straight from hell and he looked you in the eye for the first time? 

You smile as you realise you don’t really care. You wanted nothing more the to launch forward and kiss him, but you don’t. Instead you bring your ring and index fingers to your lips kissing them, before pressing them to his lips. 

He smiled beneath you fingers as he kisses them in return. You smile at the him as he brings him hand up to caress your cheek. He leans forward whispering to himself

“Please don’t wake up, please don’t wake up…” you reach for his face, running your thumb over the skin

“This isn’t a dream Adam…” you hush as you close the distance and press your lips to his lightly. You pull back to see him clenching his eyes shut.

“Open your eyes…” he does as you ask “see, still here.” You gesture around.

He looks around for any sign that this wasn’t real. He cups your face and you lean into his hand. He smiles brightly

“I think I love you….” your jaw falls open before a grin  spreads over your features

“Oh Adam, I know I love you….” you giggle,  he let’s a breath, smile erupting over his face.

As he kisses you again, before looking deep into you eyes

“So this is what heaven feels like….”

TF2 Headcanon

@camiluna27​ gave me a weird headcanon and it ended up like this.
It is TRASH.

Title: For Fuck’s Sake


“Jesus christ, when I said GET A ROOM GUYS, I didn’t mean it like this!” Scout shouts down the corridor, only slightly above the awkward cacophony of moans, groans, cries and… slapping sounds he didn’t wanna think too hard about, really.

It’d been a hell of a long day, well, week actually. And sure, everyone was entitled to let off steam however they wanted, but this… this was ridiculous.
There was a moment when Scout paused in horror, realising that somehow he’d become the fuddy old guy just trying to sleep, while all the ‘kids’ got freaky.

“Oh no… I’m old.” he whispers, feeling sick.

Though not as unwell as the sound of his father getting it on did, and god, the bastard had to be putting on a show just to fuck with him. Wait, no, wrong phrasing!

Scout shakes his head, trying to pretend none of this was happening. None of it. They definitely didn’t get louder after he shouted at them, nope…

Live in Denial. That’s his new motto.

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Show You A Few Things

Title: Show You A Few Things 

Pairing(s): Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones (Bughead), Jughead Jones x Reader 

Warnings: Jealousy, spoilers. 

Requested by @vdtwsupernatural ;  Hey, can you write one that the reader ia a female serpent and shows jughead the ropes of everything and betty gets jealous Tag me in it if you do thanks

A/N: I might make this into a series. I dunno. What do y’all think? 
As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy! 

(Y/F/I stands for Your First Initial) 

Tag List; @sunshine51879 @dempsey-mantle @day-dreaming-nightmare @nafa1604 @aezthetically @angstylittleteen @theselfishllama @emotional-wrek-hello

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ARRRR! Get Ready to Crack Open Some Pirate Treasure and Discover the Wonders Within!

Heya adventurers! What’s cookin’? How was your Memorial Day Weekend? We had tons of fun during the Fever event and I even managed to score some of the items on sale (hello empty wallet!) that became available during the long weekend. We’re pretty sure you enjoyed it as much as we did! But don’t worry, the fun doesn’t stop there! We’ve got a new event dungeon coming in tomorrow and let’s just say it’s going to be booty-ful, so don’t forget to watch out for it! And we’ve also got more fun stuff for y’all at the Item Mall! If you want to look cool in the latest fashion, accessories, and customization, you know where to go!

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The Definitive List of Steve Trevor Chests...Post

If you’re familiar with Steve Trevor at all you know that a primary function of his job seems to be losing his shirt: to villains, to Wonder Woman, to weekdays.  It was hard to narrow down these moments to just six because there are SO MANY to choose from, but I’ve curated some notable ones for your viewing pleasure.

6. Wonder Woman ‘77, Studio 54

This chest was so chest that I chest the chest to chest chest. Chest! But seriously, although this was more “chest hair with a man attached to it,” Steve’s readiness to go undercover and have a good time while doing it is pretty adorable. Artists: Matt Haley/Drew Johnson 

5. Forever Evil: A.R.G.U.S.

One of the most hilarious things about this wonderful mini-series was that Steve’s shirt became progressively tighter with each issue until it just fell off (at the hands of Wonder Woman’s enemies, thus staying true to his roots). Steve handsomed around quite a bit in this mini, and his unwavering devotion to finding Diana just enhanced the handsomeness. Phew! Artist: Neil Edwards

4. Smallville: Olympus

This comic is responsible for introducing some of my favorite people to Steve Trevor. And it introduced us to A LOT of him, heh heh heh! Look, a broad chest alone does not a handsome man make, but when it’s combined with a brave, sweet disposition like Steve’s, it’s imPECcable. This (re-)meet-cute was racy and sweet and funny. It also made me want to high-five Diana like, you go, girl! Artist: Jorge Jimenez

3. That one time in the Silver Age

The Silver Age comics are trying even for Steve Trevor fans, especially near their tail end. But despite all of the era’s flaws, Steve saving Diana’s life like this RARELY happened–it was usually the other way around, as it should be. This scene sticks out in my mind because the act is so rare, but also because of the visual: slicked chest, look of concern, dog tags glinting in the sun. Yeah, it’s nice to look at! Artist: Ross Andru

2. Convergence: Wonder Woman

So much of the discussion around Convergence: Wonder Woman has focused on how well-characterized Steve Trevor is. Also, how well-characterized his chest is. And why shouldn’t it? His chest kind of hard to miss. Seriously, it’s there. (Looks like another high five for Diana is in order!) Artist: Joshua Middleton

1. Golden Age Steve Trevor

It’s hard to beat the original! I could do a whole post on just Golden Age Steve Trevor Chests, but I would run out of space on the internet. Back then, whatever the occasion called for, Steve’s shirt came off. Usually it was at the hands of dastardly villains, but in this case, Steve takes it off himself right before he gets captured by Diana’s enemies, thus doing their jobs for them. Still, what a classic babe! Artist: HG Peter