send it to me on the moon where i live now

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.

anonymous asked:

Hi love! What would you say the top ten sterek fics you've ever read are?

This was REALLY HARD. Mainly bc it’s hard to choose only 10. Because I’m leaving off some great fics (which is why there are more than 10 on here :3)! And some I get mixed up bc I read them so long ago and near each other. (You can always browse my fave fic list here) But I’ve narrowed it to this list. These are the fics that really left impressions on me. They’re all amazing and deserve to be read and loved!!! So…have a TOP 27 FAVE STEREK FICS list :DDDD

1. Cry Havoc by ladyblahblah

In Beacon Hills, the two-year war that’s been raging between werewolves and hunters has begun spilling over onto the civilian population. Meanwhile, in Boston, when the tattoo on Stiles Stilinski’s back is damaged on a late-night hunt he begins to have dreams that lead him across the country, drawn by an inexplicable conviction that he’s needed there. When he discovers that Derek Hale began the war after his mate was killed, Stiles finds himself being offered a strange deal: figure out how to bring the alpha’s mate back, and peace talks can begin.

2. Where the Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, ‘now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

3. Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

4. Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he’s not expecting it to be Derek. He’s not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that’s coming for all of them. He probably should’ve, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

5. Ad Astra Per Tentaculum by morganoconner

Space contains a multitude of different species, and Derek has seen and helped a lot of them in his time taking down branches of the slave-trade organization. But this is the first time he’s seen an Aloshrivnik. It’s not the tentacles that draw him in; it’s the goddamn eyes that stare at him without backing down.

“Stiles,” it says to him. “My name is Stiles.”

6. Part of My Melody by hayesgeneration

Derek is a professional classical musician who has found himself lost without a muse, without goal and without even a hint of spark. He’s almost settled nearly contently (if not slightly unwillingly) on having to live his life as a recluse, when his sister finally grows tired of his antics, giving him a Christmas ultimatum.

7. Littlest Alpha by triedunture

Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.

But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”

8. Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose

Stiles Stilinski is the best trapeze artist west of the Mississippi, but that doesn’t do him much good without a catcher. Enter one quiet roughneck who calls himself Derek and knows maybe a little too much about circus arts for someone who was hired to schlep tents. But Derek has his secrets, and so does the new girl, Allison. Who’s being hunted and who’s being haunted, and will Stiles ever be able to convince Derek to help him fly again?

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‘Lust for Life’ best lyric quotes

Lana Del Rey just released her not-so-dramatic new album, gracing us with beautiful poetry — something that’s not unusual to her songs. Here are my favorite quotes from LDR’s new lyrics!


1. Love

“You’re part of the past, but now you’re the future“

“The world is yours and you can’t refuse it“

“It doesn’t matter if I’m not enough
For the future or the things to come
‘Cause I’m young and in love“


2. Lust for Life

“In these stolen moments
The world is mine”

“'Cause we’re the masters of our own fate
We’re the captains of our own souls“

“There’s no stopping now, green lights forever


3. 13 Beaches

“It hurts to love you, but I still love you“

“But you still can find me if you ask nicely”


4. Cherry

“Real love is like feeling no fear“

“A touch from your real love
Is like heaven taking the place of something evil”

“I fall to pieces when I’m with you“


5. White Mustang

“I didn’t call when I got your number
But I liked you a lot”

“You held me in your arms just a little too tight“


6. Summer Bummer

“It’s never too late
To be who you wanna be“

“It’s never too late
To leave if you wanna leave
Or to stay if you wanna stay“

“Is this love or lust or some game on repeat?“


7. Groupie Love

“It’s so sweet, swingin’ to the beat
When I know that you’re doing it all for me“

“It’s so sweet, pouring you a drink
And pretending that nothing means anything“

“Taking our dreams, turning them to things
It’s like magic, babe, isn’t life wonderful?“


8. In My Feelings

“Could it be that I fell for another loser”

“Get that cigarette smoke out of my face
You’ve been wasting my time“

“If you were me, and I was you
I’d get out of my way“


9. Coachella - Woodstock In My Mind

“I’d give it all away if you give me just one day to ask him one question”

“Critics can be so mean sometimes“

“That words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way“


10. God Bless America - And All Beautiful Women In It

“Take me as I am
Don’t see me for what I’m not”

“Even when I’m alone
I’m not lonely“

“May you stand proud and strong
Like Lady Liberty shining all night long”

“Even walking alone, I’m not worried
I feel your arms all around me”


11. When the World Was at War We Kept Dancing

“If we hold on to hope, we’ll have a happy ending”

“Oh my god, did it from loving you“


12. Beautiful People Beautiful Problems

“Long live our reign, long live our love”

“We get so tired and we complain
'Bout how it’s hard to live”

“Beautiful problems, God knows we’ve got them
But we gotta try
Every day and night”


13. Tomorrow Never Came

“I waited for you
In the spot you said to wait
In the city, on a park bench
In the middle of the pouring rain
'Cause I adored you”

“You said to meet me up there tomorrow
But tomorrow never came”

“'Cause if I had my way, you would always stay“

“Lennon and Yoko, we would play all day long
“Isn’t life crazy?”, I said now that I’m singing with Sean
Whoa”


14. Heroin

“The facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream“

“My hope’s that you come back again
And tell me everything’s okay“

“I’m flying to the moon again, dreaming about heroin
And how it gave you everything and took your life away”

“I hope that I come back one day
To tell you that I really changed, baby”


15. Change

“Lately, I’ve been thinking it’s just someone else’s job to care
Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn?”

“Trying to find the power in me to be faithful“

“There’s a change gonna come, I don’t know where or when
But whenever it does, we’ll be here for it“


16. Get Free

“Undoubtedly, that will for certain
Take the dead out of the sea and the darkness from the arts”

“I’m doing it for all of us who never got the chance
And all my birds of paradise who never got to fly at night”

“Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind
I want to get off, but I keep riding the ride”

“I wanna move
Out of the black into the blue"

Killing a toxic co-workers hopes, dreams, and future.

Names changed for anonymity, happened a few years back. This is a long one so TL;DR at the bottom.

Background: I got a job working for a small hardware company. 4 people in the office, a few in the warehouse, and a delivery driver. Nothing fancy, but it got me off the night shift and onto a desk. The owner was a pretty nice guy, let’s call him Ray. Ray took over the family business in the early 2000s. Like most small business owners he was pretty frugal. The job came with absolutely zero perks. 10 vacation days that doubled as sick days, no insurance, everyone was hourly and Ray hated paying OT. He had one large customer that accounted for about half his business and everything after that was profit. He had gotten to the point where the business was doing well enough to support his comfortable life (10-3 schedule, 4 weeks vacation, season baseball tickets) and had zero interest in growing it beyond that point. But my problem was not with Ray, it was with the absolute b*tch in the purchasing department.

The players: Four people in the office meant that every part of this business fell to one of us. Ray was the owner, he negotiated large scale orders both with customers and suppliers. Sarah was our admin/receptionist, sweet as pie. I was in charge of order processing and logistics, and I did quite a bit of work revamping the company website. Ingrid (aka B*tch Supreme) handled small scale purchasing and most of the other customers.

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Crawling Chaos - Part One - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 3,496

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female receiving), Fingering, Riddles

Notes: My first Void smut? My first Void smut. Not sure how well this will really go tbh because I don’t think I’m good at portraying Void. But let me know for sure if you do like it. This idea has been in my mind for a few weeks now, and all because I was listening to one certain anime opening at work called Koi wa Chaos no Shimobenari. It kind of gave me the idea for what to do with this, even though it has NOTHING to do with the song. Also, side note, i did use Google Translate for one small thing in here. Don’t blame me if it is wrong.

Part 2  Part 3

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Bangtantaegi’s Fic Recs

Originally posted by yoong-jimin

roomie (m) seokjin x reader 

when you first moved in with jin, you thought you had hit the roommate jackpot. turns out, living in the same apartment with this gorgeous man is a lot harder than you thought it’d be. he didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did you. it’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension.

↳  written by @hobibliophile

minx (m) seokjin x reader

jin can get really mad when he’s jealous, but you still push his buttons making him take a step further to get you to apologise.

↳ written by @bangtangurlarmy

awake (a) seokjin x reader

as long as he’s with you, he always had a reason to smile.

↳ written by @oppamansae

dear ophelia (m) seokjin x reader

the most dangerous people can be the most exciting…

↳ written by @noir0neko

coffee (f) seokjin x reader

non-idol!au

↳ written by @oppamansae

we got married (m) yoongi x reader

arranged marriage!au

↳ written by @zephyoongist

brighter than fire (m) yoongi x reader

there’s quite possibly nothing you hate more than min yoongi and his stupid, stupid face—and the stupid, stupid way he makes you feel. camp counselor!au

↳ written by @workofteaguk

makeshift chemistry (m) yoongi x reader

fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. that is until you meet min yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships. collage!au

↳ written by @jungblue

afflatus (m) yoongi x reader

min yoongi. hurtful words. repentant touches.

↳ written by @kainks

after school (m) yoongi x reader

highschool!au

↳ written by @zephyoongist

mint green (m) yoongi x reader

on a certain day at the coffee shop, you met a young, special fellow who had your favourite color as his haircolor. what you didn’t know, is that this guy’s only wish was to become your special fellow.

↳ written by @taeinmycup

destruction of a muse (m) yoongi x reader 

chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4, chapter 5 

↳ written by @baeseoul

behind closed doors (a) yoongi x reader

after falling for your already taken bestfriend, min yoongi, your confession results in a less than surprising fall out. three years later, you find yourself at your own wedding, except whom the last millisecond of each one of your heartbeats is beating for isn’t the groom ; it’s him

↳ written by @taechubs

they all die in the end (a) yoongi x reader

in his long career, yoongi had quickly learned how being a professional killer required many do’s but only a few dont’s - just two, to be more precise: nr. 1 never miss your target, and nr. 2 don’t ever get caught.

and yet, after meeting you, it was crystal clear that he had never considered the most important one.

nr. 3: never fall in love.

↳ written by @lthyl

everything i didn’t say (a) yoongi x reader

neighbour!au 

↳ written by @yoonminnings

yes, oppa (m) hoseok x reader

when faced with jung hoseok, how could you not be a tease? just a little?

↳ written by @monstaccato

teacher (m) hoseok x reader

maybe asking your korean teacher for help wasn’t such a bad idea. good grades weren’t the only thing you were going to achieve from.

↳ written by @oppamansae

dirty dancing (m) hoseok x reader

it’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, hoseok. if only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.

↳ written by k@kpopfanfictrash

take care (m) hoseok x reader

taking care of your boyfriend (who’s a member of one of seoul’s most notorious gangs). when he’s bruised and battered always seems to lead to more than what you had bargained for - not that you’re complaining.

↳ written by @moonscriptx

love is now over (a) hoseok x reader

marriage isn’t for everybody. but you were about to learn that it may be for some when you’re about to lose the love of your life, jung hoseok.

↳ written by @queenjunghoseok

ships in the night (m) namjoon x reader

in your relationship somewhere along the line, the two of you started unknowingly passing each other by;something akin to two ships in the night.

↳ written by @jungblue

jealous (a) namjoon x reader

i’m jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin it’s closer than my hands have been.

↳ written by @btssmutgalore

too late (a) namjoon x reader

you never really knew that it was too late, until you saw him standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at his fiance. non-idol!au.

↳ written by @oppamansae

office hours (m) jimin x reader

ceo!jimin

↳ written by @yoonminnings

screenshot (m) jimin x reader

an empty house is never fun

↳ written by @yoonminnings

let me love you (m) jimin x reader

every relationship relied on communication and jimin knew very well that you were shy. but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him at times.

↳ written by @idolimagines

dearly beloved (a) jimin x reader

ever since you were seven you spent every summer with the boy you loathed. your parents had forced you year upon year to put up with park jimin and neither of you knew why. it only became apparent now, that they had decided you two would be married whether you liked each other or not 

chapter 2

↳ written by @btees

nude (m) taehyung x reader

you thought that sending taehyung a nude by accident would be the most mortifying thing ever - but you might be wrong.

chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

↳ written by @btssmutgalore

bitter (m) taehyung x reader

living next to your ex boyfriend and having to listen to him with a new girl every night was annoying - but it’s okay cause you have taehyung.

↳ written by @moonnightyoongi

falling for you (m) taehyung x reader

you hadn’t intended to fall for him, especially after what you thought he did.

↳ written by @moonnightyoongi

pillowtalk (m) taehyung x reader

you crash at bangtan’s dorm after your apartment has a gas leak. the thing is taehyung’s the only member there to keep you company. in more ways than one.

↳ written by @bangtansohotdamn

couldn’t care less (a) taehyung x reader

you and taehyung have been together for the brunt of ten months, suddenly he’s talking to you less and less, and soon not at all; he’s absorbed in his phone, he’s coming home late or not at all. Is it you? or the person on the other side of the phone? you know he’s cheating, but you’re in a rut. what can you do?

chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

↳ written by @bangtanwhatif

just pretend (a) taehyung x reader

that’s right, you fancied jeon jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. but what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

↳ written by @btees

exchanges (m) jungkook x reader

in which jeon jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head!

↳ written by @workofteaguk

defects (m) jungkook x reader

your watch comes alive in jungkook’s presence, but often time, never as long as you will it to be no matter how hard you pray to the fates. the moments with him are fleeting and brief like the akin-to magical seconds you spend watching the cityscape buzz to life on nights you can’t sleep - nights jungkook isn’t there to kiss your worries away and disappear like the wind blowing through cities at the break of dawn. when your the hands on your watch stills with glaring zeroes, you know where he’s at, you know who he’s with - he goes back to her, the woman who his time starts and ends with. 

↳ written by @zephyoongist

in a while (a) jungkook x reader

he doesn’t see a future with you. and he makes it clear when he takes your heart and stamps on it in the street. it’s only a month later when he regrets it and wants to apologise but, what’s he supposed to do when you have found someone who looks at you like you’re the moon and the stars and you look at this other person like they’re the sun and sky.

↳ written by @bangtanwhatif

chasing buses (f) jungkook x reader

after one day, you and jungkook create a routine, you would see each other every morning and every afternoon on the bus, you would laugh, you would cry, joke and tell all. you too quickly became great friends and quickly felt that there was something between you, but when you suddenly stop getting the bus, what else can jungkook do but chase buses in the hopes of finding you again. 

↳ written by @bangtanwhatif

A/N: I’ll continue updating once I’ve found new fics! For now enjoy these written by some of my favourite writers ♡

So, I was watching Star Vs. The Forces Evil episode Into The Wand and something caught my attention. Lil’ Chauncey, Moon’s war pig-goat pet thing, was in Star’s memories. She remembers him.

 She knows Chauncey died in battle but no specifics on which battle or when. Then we get to The Grandma Room and we see Moon’s tapestry and her poem which I sum it up as: Toffee dun goofed. Toffee is clearly terrified and there have been lots of theories as to why this happened. Most of which tend to be shippy or something else.

But look at Moon’s face. Look at that rage, that pure open hatred. What did he do? What could warrant such open hostility from someone we’ve seen as being so cool and reserved? Then is hit me: Star was alive when this event went down. Because Chauncey died in battle, shown here in this tapestry and Moon is clearly an adult and Star remembers Chauncey. Then I remembered how the royal guards used to babysit Star. Why? Where were the nannies? The caretakers? The royal nurses? They taught her how to fight, how to use a sword and weapons, how to kill an enemy with her bare hands before she ever hit puberty. Why would Queen Butterfly, Mrs. Prim and Proper, allow her only daughter to be cared for and basically raised by guards

Because she felt it was necessary to better protect her young daughter. I’m willing to bet this is Moon unleashing some serious mama bear rage against someone who threatened her very young child. Star was old enough to remember Lil’Chauncey, but perhaps not the attempt on her life or whatever it was Toffee was planning on doing to the royal family. Maybe it was a betrayal on his part since there are so many hints and theories revolving around the two.

(Just as a side note, I am very aware of the Moon/Toffee ship and while I do think it is kind of out there, I also kind of like it too. Unless it ends up being like the Luke/Leia thing like one new major theory proposes. In which case, NOPE.)

I also thought it was strange that Moon and River decided to send their daughter to Earth to better control her powers….without any other supervision except for Glossyrick who they and we all know probably isn’t the best person to be keeping a rein in on Star. It probably had something to do with keeping her from setting the whole kingdom ablaze in glitter and flaming rainbows, but I also feel there was something else to it. While there are no mentions of Toffee after Storm The Castle, Moon is clearly afraid. 

I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing River.

Also, for all of Moon’s faults, she loves her daughter more than anything. Star’s safety is paramount to Moon and even the cleaving of her family’s ancestral wand is no where near as important to her as Star’s safety. 

Oh, I’m always mad. But I’m happy that your safe.

I love this theory because it explains so much: why Moon acts distant but at the same time is a constant presence in her daughter’s life. Moon maybe trying to do what she can to protect her only child while also living up to the very high and difficult position of being a Queen of an entire…planet? Like, she’s trying her best to be a good parent and Queen even if she doesn’t go about it in a way that Star can respond to.

Also, don’t tell me we aren’t going to learn something new on Monday about Moon. Look at this image I found for Page Turner’s preview. She just looks so tired and so sad. This is a woman whose seen some shit, done some things she’s regretted and probably has a lot of dangerous enemies.

All to protect her only child. At least, that’s my theory until canon will most likely disprove it.


EDIT: OK, so…I am both awed by and grateful for all the likes and re-blogs this post has gotten so BIG THANKS TO EVERYONE! XD

           Also, after watching the last few episodes of the season I feel like this sort of at least helps support my theory. There is no proof – yet – I hope – but give what we’ve seen it makes me happy. Moon clearly is worried about Star. She wants her training to progress farther and quicker, there is urgency in her voice and it’s clear that she’s scared. Also, all the magic in the universe is disappearing? Makes me wonder just WHAT that wand even is, or at least what makes it so special if Ludo having half of it means it has negative effects on a universal scale.

           Also? Toffee’s picture comes up on the screen with the corn and everything? Like, Moon, pay the frick attention!        

           Another thing is that while Glossyrick claims to be doing his job to train Star to be a good Queen I still don’t feel…like he’s a good teacher. He plays the vague-advice thing way too much but then he kind of just lets Star do whatever she wants to anyway so…I don’t know if this is the most effective way to train Star since she is still just a young kid and has a hard-enough time paying attention. I don’t know if there is something to it but I don’t like how cavalier he is about things. The final few episodes’ kind of bugged me. Like, dude, this is her child’s future were talking about. She has every right to stick her nose in thank you very much.

           But Moon’s fears and the lesson she learns in this episode tug at the heart strings. This woman has to accept that her young daughter is growing up fast, into a universe that is facing some serious peril and Star will undoubtedly have to fight soon enough. Moon is afraid, the fear is palpable and she wants to make certain that nothing can go wrong. She probably does have some suspicions of what’s causing it but she can’t be certain. Also, Eclipsa? Heck yeah is she going to be important given how frequently she’s been name dropped.

           Things are getting serious in the universe of the show, Moon is afraid and she’s know that Star is going to end up in the middle of it. For a woman who already has so many huge responsibilities on her shoulders and yet she probably feels powerless to protect her only child.

           Gah! The feels!

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This is a soulmate story and completely different to what I usually write about. It took me forever to write but I actually like how it turned out. Let me know what you think and if you would like to read another part. Thank you.xxx

Ouch.
Harry looked down to where it felt like he chopped his whole finger off and huffed when he found his skin flawless. Of course. Of course, it wasn’t him who hurt himself it was her. She was the clumsiest thing he ever met, he swears to-
He actually never met her. And maybe that was exactly why he was so huffy and grumpy all the time and got even more irritated when she didn’t watch where she was going.
She was his soulmate ans she took an awful lot of time to finally get to him. Even though Harry had to admit that he wasn’t too sure if he would be over the moon happy as everyone said he would be when he finally met her.
She was just an awful lot. She was happy when Harry was sad, and when Harry was happy, she was sad.
The fact that he felt her emotions just as strong as his own made him go insane, the doubled trouble too much for him at times. But sometimes it comforted him to know that she felt the same. That she felt him. He loved it when she would rub her own tummy when she felt him mopping around because he felt her rubs and it made him happy. And he loved to kiss over the parts she hurt on his self when he felt the burn on his skin because he knew it made it better for her.
Just how he did now. He kissed over his fingertip three times, a forth time when he still felt her pout.
Yes, he loved her with all his heart even though sometimes he felt like crying frustrated tears when she became too much for him to handle.
The only thing he didn’t love about her was that she took so awfully long to get to him. All his friends already found their other half while he searched for her everyday but she was nowhere to be found.
It didn’t help that she had a boyfriend either. Harry didn’t knew why she needed a boyfriend when she,(he’ll stop with the annoying stressing on ‘she’ now even though he felt the need to express that she wasn’t just any she), when she had him. It broke his heart over and over again when he felt her boyfriend kissing her because only Harry was supposed to do that. Harry didn’t understand why she needed a boyfriend when she sent an ‘I love you’ to Harry every night before she fell asleep.
When Harry told his mum that he was able to communicate with her her jaw dropped to the floor and she gushed about how special that was and while they already were soulmates they had an even more special connection than others. Harry believed it was just because it took so long and their souls craved each other so they had to find a way to overcome the distance.
While they were only able to communicate in the morning and at night it was enough because he had the time to tell her that he loved her and longed for her and needed her and so much more. But it still wasn’t enough because even though it was nice to hear her telling him how much she loved him every day he wanted to see her lips wrapping around the words before he wrapped his lips around hers. He wanted to be able to hold her and have her hold him and be with her. Even though he knew he had forever with her he needed forever to start as soon as possible.


Y/N was just as desperate to find him even though she had a boyfriend. She liked her boyfriend but didn’t love him because there was only one person she could ever love. But because she hasn’t found him yet she needed a distraction so the hole in her chest couldn’t grow any more and eventually swallow her whole.
She loved him so much already. So, so much. Even though she wouldn’t admit it she was dependent on him already, she lived for the ‘I love you’s he sent her and his kisses when she hurt herself.
Just like now, she felt the gentle pressure of his pillowy lips against her fingertip and just like every time it happened she just wanted to feel his lips against hers. She just wanted him here with her.
Harry felt her pain just like always. It didn’t matter if it was physical pain or emotional pain, he felt it. He closed his eyes with frustration but not because she annoyed him, no. Because he wished he could take that pain away from her. Make her forget she ever felt lonely.
He sent her a ‘Soon, my love.’, and hoped she heard him because somehow it was still morning even though it was 11:13.
'Soon isn’t soon enough.’ he received back and smiled softly in agreement.
'We’ll find each other. I promise.’ Oh, how he wished he could send her a hug as well.
“Promise to love me too?”
“More than anything.”

It was the longest conversation they ever had. Harry had a feeling it was because their connection grew stronger with each day. Maybe that meant they’ll meet each other soon?


When it happened nothing could have prepared Harry for the feeling he felt when their eyes met for the very first time. The whole world stopped and he saw nothing but her. She was beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. Her eyes had the color of melted chocolate and Harry loved melted chocolate. Her lips were plump and full, their color reminded him of strawberries and when he thought about strawberries with melted chocolate he felt like he could cry.
When Y/N’s eyes landed on him it was like time stood still and nothing existed but him. And her. Together. His eyes had an ocean like color and Y/N loved the ocean. His lips were plump and perfectly shaped, their color reminded her of raspberries and when she thought about a day by the ocean with raspberries she felt like she could cry.
They pushed through the people who were in their way until they reached each other, both not looking away for a single second.
“My love.” Harry cried and reached out to touch her skin.
She closed her eyes when he touched her, overwhelmed by the love she felt for the man standing in front of her. The love radiating of of him.
Harry pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight hug. Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing his shoulder a few times. She liked the way he smelled, like fresh laundry and a tad bit of perfume.
Harry loved the way she wrapped around him perfectly, she was made for him. Just for him, he knew it.
“What’s your name?” he asked her quietly, pulling back a bit to look into her eyes and a new wave of love for her hit him when he saw her loving gaze.
“Y/N.” she told him.
“Y/N.” he repeated in awe.
“Beautiful. I’m Harry.”
“Harry.” she whispered and stroked over his cheek.
God, she loved him. Her eyes wandered over his face, trying to memorize every little detail. He was handsome. So incredibly handsome. Actually, handsome wasn’t the right adjective to describe him. Beautiful. Yeah, beautiful seemed to fit better.
Harry watched her, how her eyes ran over his features. Under any other circumstances he would have felt uncomfortable if someone would have looked at him so intently but it was her and he loved the way she looked at him. He loved it because her eyes held love and adoration.
Harry was sure that she was the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth. She was absolutely and completely perfect. And she was his. Well, not exactly…
Y/N watched with concern how the smile left his face and a frown took over his features.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked him gently and grabbed onto his hands, frowning herself when she felt his big rings which blocked her from feeling his fingers thread through hers, blocked her from feeling his skin against hers.
“Will you come home with me? So we can talk?” he questioned almost shyly, squeezing her hands so she knew he was alright.
“Of course.” she nodded without a hint of hesitation.
He might still be a stranger but she loved him and she had no worries about going home with him.


Once they arrived Harry made them both some tea,taking his time with the process. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the change in his demeanor, how the happiness from earlier seemed to be completely gone and replaced with… frustration?
She also couldn’t help the horrible thought that took over her mind. Her worst nightmares of her soulmate not being happy with her. Not loving her. What if Harry had a completely different idea of his other half? What if she wasn’t enough for him?
“Y-You’re not happy that you met me, right?” she asked shakily.
Harry whirled around with shock, he felt like someone just punched him in the throat . She might as well have.
“What? Darling, no.” he shook his head vehemently and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“No, no, no.” he whimpered and kissed her forehead over and over again.
“Don’t ever think that. You hear me?”
“Then what’s going on? You seem like something is bothering you. Something about me.” she searched his eyes but found no answer.
It was crazy because now that she actually was with him she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore. At least not the way she did before.
“Yeah…” Harry admitted somewhat ashamed.
“Yeah? What is it?” she begged to know and almost lost her mind when Harry pulled away from her.
“It’s just… You have a boyfriend and… I don’t know what to do with that.”
She starred at him for a few moments. This time she was in shock. He knew that? And why did he think of it when she hasn’t thought about her boyfriend for a single second since she met Harry?
“How do you…” she trailed off but she didn’t need to finish her sentence.
“I feel it. I feel it every time he kisses you because it breaks my heart. And I also feel it when you do… other things. Feels like someone rips my heart out then.”
“Harry… I’m sorry. But I’m sure you had a girlfriend before as well, so-”
“No, I haven’t.” he shook his head.
“You haven’t?” she asked disbelievingly.
“No. Why should I want a girlfriend who could never make me happy when the love of my life is waiting for me?”
“Harry…” she sighed.
“I mean I know that people have relationships before they meet their other half but I just never wanted that. I want to discover everything that comes with love with you and nobody else. I hoped my soulmate would feel the same.”
“Do you really think I love him?”
“I feel the butterflies whenever you look at him, love.” he smiled sadly.
“I like him. And he’s important to me. But that’s it. There’s only one person I will ever be able to love and that’s you.”
“But… but when you know that why do you need him?” he asked her.
“Because I’m lonely. I hate being on my own. I always hated that empty feeling in my chest and knowing that only one person on this whole planet could fill that empty space… I felt hopeless.”
He understood her, he did. But then again, he didn’t. Didn’t she know that he felt exactly the same? He felt empty and lonely but he knew that anyone who wasn’t her couldn’t take those feelings away from him.
What he really couldn’t understand was how she could catch feelings for her boyfriend. He always thought it wasn’t possible for someone to fall in love with anyone but their soulmate. And she was in love with her boyfriend even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“You love him.” Harry stated.
“Harry, I don’t. I love you. You.
“But you love him too.”
She sighed with frustration and walked over to where he was standing, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her.
“He’s important to me but I don’t love him. I never could.”
She gave Harry a chance to prostest again but his mouth remained shut.
“Now can we please stop fighting about this? I never thought I’d fight with you the first time I meet you.”
Harry nodded and sighed, she was right.
“I love you, okay? Please don’t ever doubt that.”
“I love you too.” Harry mumbled and pulled her closer to him, flush against his chest with his arms around her waist.
Y/N threaded her fingers through his short curls, scratching lightly against his scalp because she knew how much Harry loved that. She pressed a kiss to the shell of his ears, smiling softly at the grateful hum she received.
She pulled back a bit to look at him, stroking his cheeks tenderly and admiring the way his eyes closed with the pleasure of having her here with him.
“Harry…” she whispered softly.
“Hm?”
“I want to kiss you.”
His eyes opened immediately, his nerves evident. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
He hasn’t thought about that yet. He never kissed someone before. What if he messes up completely? What if he’s so bad that she doesn’t want him anymore?
What if… he isn’t as good as her boyfriend?
“We d-don’t have to if that’s t-to fast for you. We can take it slow.” she stuttered.
“No! No, no, no. Of course I want to kiss you. But… it’s just… you’re my first. And I don’t want to mess up.” he shrugged shyly.
“Harry, you could never mess up. You kissed my forehead earlier, right? S'just the same only on the lips.”
Harry nodded and thought for a moment. He could do it, right?
He pulled her as close as he possibly could, one hand on the side of her face and the other one squeezing her waist. Y/N cupped his face in her own hands, stroking over his raspberry pink lips that she noticed immediately when her eyes landed on him for the first time earlier. They were soft to the touch and she could feel a light layer of chapstick.
And then she leaned in. First she rubbed the tip of her nose against his before she tilted her head to the side and captured his bottom lip between hers. The kiss was soft and loving, letting him get used to the feeling of being kissed before she fastened her lips to his again and let them linger, humming softly when she felt him kiss her back. With the next one she licked over his bottom lip with her tongue, motioning for him to open for her and he did, moaning when her tongue licked over his. She pressed a few more pecks against his lips before pulling back, chuckling softly when he whined at the loss.
He opened his eyes and saw her gentle smile that showed nothing but pure happiness. Her eyes were sparkling and he could see the love in them. This was just what he wanted. What he’s been waiting for all his life.
“Was I any good?” he asked sheepishly when he felt his cheeks heating up from her intense gaze.
“You were perfect. Best kiss I ever had.” she reassured him, pecking his lips again to prove her point.
“Love your kisses.” he admitted shyly.
Y/N didn’t think it could be possible for someone to be smoking hot but adorably cute at the same time. And he was her soulmate. How lucky was she?!
“I love kissing you.” she whispered before touching her lips to his again.
“Does it…” he started but shook his head, deciding against asking her the question that burnt on his tongue.
“What, hm?” she asked him and grabbed one of his hands to somehow make him feel more confident.
“Does it feel the same when you kiss your boyfriend?”
He shouldn’t have asked. He knew it when she sighed that he shouldn’t have asked. God, he was stupid.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”
“It doesn’t. It doesn’t compare to this. Not at all. When I kiss you I feel butterflies and fireworks and tingles and like… like I’m on top of the world. I don’t feel that with my boyfriend.”
Harry nodded relieved, even though that was his first kiss he could make her feel like that. And no one else could, no matter how much practice they had.
He guided her mouth to his, kissing her this time. It was a warm peck that made Y/N shudder and Harry couldn’t help but press against her more due to that reaction.

They moved to Harry’s couch then, kissing and giggling and declaring their love to each other. They were so happy. So incredibly happy that they were sure their hearts were going to burst any second. It was perfect. So perfect that Harry was sure nothing could destroy this moment…
“Will you stay the night?” he asked her in a whisper, watching how she lifted her head from his chest, stroking a tot of hair behind her ear.
“I can’t, Harry.” she sighed sadly, biting her lips when she saw his face fall.
“I need to feed my cat and Matthew is probably already worried about me.” she explained, frowning when his face fell even more.
“Can’t you text him? He can feed your cat, no?”
“He doesn’t have a key to my apartment.”
Harry sighed defeated and turned his head to look at the ceiling.
“Harry…” Y/N sighed sadly and sat up to look at him.
“We’ll get breakfast tomorrow, yeah? You can come over tomorrow and I’ll prepare us some pancakes and smoothies and everything you love.”
“I just… I don’t want to go back to being without you.” Harry mumbled.
“I don’t either. But only for tonight okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded, his heart feeling heavy in his chest at the thought of her leaving him.
“Are you going to talk to him? Tell him about us?” he asked in a hopeful tone.
He just wanted her to break up with her boyfriend and forget about him completely. Even though she reassured Harry over and over again that she only loved him, he didn’t like that boy one bit.
“Y-Yeah.”
“Promise?”
She nodded and smiled softly before Harry leaned up and kissed her lips again and again, so long until she really had to leave.
She gave him her number and countless kisses before she rushed out his door with an 'I love you!’.
Harry wasn’t as happy as he thought he would be. He always thought that once he met his other half everything would fall into place and finally make sense. That he would feel secure and safe but that wasn’t the case at all. He never felt so insecure before.
He felt her again when she was far enough away from him, felt her nerves and worries.
And he felt it when her boyfriend came over and she kissed him. He felt it more intense than before he met her and he hated it. Hated it that she still got butterflies in her tummy and leaned in for another kiss after she kissed Harry. How could she?
And he knew she didn’t talk to him because an hour later he could feel her having sex with her boyfriend. Making love to another man.
Cheating on him.
What was Harry supposed to do with that?

I’m So In Love With You

Summary:  ( Ceo!Bucky) You and Bucky spending some quality time together after him being at work nonstop.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words:1550

Warnings: Very fluffy and flashbacks in italic

Originally posted by flyngdream

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

You wake up with the sunlight coming from the window; you turn around to see your boyfriend sleeping peacefully next to you. It’s being a while since you woke up next to him, Bucky was working nonstop on his company for the last couple of months, waking up earlier every day and getting home late every night.

You start to trace your fingers on his jaw, he looks so peaceful and happy that you can’t help but smile as you look at him. You get off the bed, putting his red sweater that was on the floor going to the balcony to his penthouse.

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She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She’ll never have any peace now. (ao3)  

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Long Lasting Lies [p.p] (Part 2)

Originally posted by hollandstcm

Catch up here: Part 1

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Betty Brant, Cindy Moon, Flash Thompson
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, mentions of mugging, mild swearing, one tiny mention of sex
Word Count: 3,129
Requested: This was literally requested by 70 people, I’m not even kidding.
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: You guys asked for it so here it is! Just a quick reminder that I live in Australia so I’m not on break and I don’t have any holidays, therefore I still won’t be updating as frequently as I wish I could :(

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name


You were furious with yourself. There you were, boyfriend-less for only two days and it already felt like you were falling apart. Not only had you lost your boyfriend of almost half a year, but you had also lost a best friend. And it really, really sucked. You allowed yourself to wallow for the weekend, inviting over Michelle to watch horror films. The both of you had collectively decided that romance films were only going to do more damage at that point. And everything felt normal for a while. You and Michelle were laughing over the terrible special effects in a particularly crappy film when reality hit you. Peter, the boy who you had practically been attached to at the hip, was now somebody that you would regard as an “enemy”.

The thought had destroyed you, sending you from peels of laughter into quiet sobs as Michelle paused the film and reached over to hug you. You appreciated her attempts to cheer you up, but it felt like nobody would ever cheer you up again. The pain in your chest felt constant and relentless, and you subconsciously rubbed your chest and collarbones, as if these physical actions could mend your perpetual internal suffering.

“Peter is not worth your pain, Y/N.” Michelle tried to convince you. “That guy is a real asshole for doing what he did to you. And I’m sorry that you feel the way you do right now,” she sighed and retreated from your embrace, only to look you straight in the eyes. “But no boy is worth your tears, unless they’re tears of joy.”

You mustered a smile. “Thanks, Michelle.” you recognised her efforts, and she smiled back at you, coffee-colored eyes showing that she was relieved at your reaction. “I know it’s silly to cry over Peter, especially after the way he treated me and the things he did to me,” you bit your bottom lip. “Is it stupid that I’m dreading going to school the most?” you asked her. “Seeing Peter in the hallway, in class? I sit next to him in every class that we have together, now I have to find a new seat and I’ve already mentally adjusted to the angle of the whiteboard which-“

“I think that you’re overthinking this.” Michelle interrupted. “Find a new seat. One that doesn’t have a view of the back of Peter’s head, and one where he isn’t in your periphery. It’s going to be okay, Y/N. You have me and I’m sure you have Ned, too. You’ll get through this.” you smiled a watery smile, accompanied by tears in your eyes at the sincerity in Michelle’s voice.

“Thanks, Michelle.” you said again, really meaning it this time.


“What the hell, Peter?!” Ned practically stormed into Peter Parker’s bedroom. Peter — who had been lying on his stomach with his elbows propping up his upper body, clutching a pillow tightly to his face — wiped at his face as quickly as possible before facing Ned, who shut Peter’s door loudly. “I haven’t heard from you all weekend and Michelle just told me that you broke up with Y/N?” Peter sniffled before nodding his head. “Is it true? That you cheated on her?” Ned looked so disappointed with Peter that he felt his chest tighten, tears welling in his eyes again, threatening to spill.

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I don’t post a lot on social media these days and I rarely if ever post anything personal. But I have two personal stories that I’ve never really told publicly that I feel I need to tell today.

About seven years ago there was a letter in my mailbox from the White House. To be clear, not just the White House, but from the newly elected President Of The United States. Wow, maybe this had something to do with his appearance in an issue of Amazing Spider-Man, but oddly enough it was addressed to my then 8 year old daughter. It seems that unbeknownst to her parents, my little girl mailed a letter to President Obama wishing him well and offering him advice as only an 8 year old could.

And he wrote back.

In the letter he thanked and commending her for passing along her thoughts and engaging in this wonderful thing we call Democracy. To this day I still tear up remembering the look on her face as she read that letter realizing that not only did the President Of The United States write back, but that she lived in a country in which this was possible.

Two years later I was sitting in my office at Marvel when my phone rings and a gentlemen claiming to be an assistant to the President Of The United States tells me that the POTUS would like to commission me to do a piece of art for him. Thinking it was a prank I told him I’d love to discuss it further but I was rushing off to a meeting and would gladly call him back. I took down his info, did a quick Google search and confirmed that the number on my caller I.D. was indeed coming from an office in the White House. Wait, what?!?

As it turned out a close friend of the President, Patrick Gaspard, who was the Director of the White House Office of Political Affairs, was leaving to take on his new role as the Director of the Democratic National Committee. Mr. Gaspard happened to be a HUGE Marvel Comics fan. We’re talking a full on True Believer since childhood, and President Obama thought that a perfect parting gift for his service to the administration would be a custom piece of art featuring Mr. Gaspard, himself and several Marvel heroes standing in front of the White House and for some godforsaken reason he was asking me to draw it. I of course had to get approval from the highest levels of Marvel where it was met with nothing but enthusiasm and a big thumbs up.

Now as unlikely as all of this sounds, nothing was more surreal than when I was sending off rough sketches to White House for the President’s approval and getting back notes. I’d never been more thrilled to get art revisions in my life! Once the piece was finished inked and colored by Danny Miki and Richard Isanove respectfully, I received word that the President was thrilled with the results and Mr. Gaspard was over the moon with the final framed surprise gift.

Admittedly, for those close to me that knew about the assignment, I’d make it a point to boast as often as I could that I was now officially the very first United States Sequential Artist Laureate. Quite frankly, I don’t see why that shouldn’t be a thing.

A short time later I was at San Diego Comicon signing books at the Marvel booth when someone extended a hand for me to shake. I looked up and the gentlemen said, “Do you recognize me?” How could I not, I had spent a week drawing him. It was of course Mr. Gaspard and he wanted to thank me personally for the art and to express how much Marvel had meant to him growing up and still means to him today. Patrick and I have kept in touch ever since and while his current tenure as Ambassador to South Africa is coming to an end, I’m looking forward to catching up with him when he’s back in the States and making good on my promise to bring him on to the set of Defenders or taking him to a Mets game.

And yes, I was lucky enough to meet President Obama. like I said, I don’t usually like to post things of a personal nature, but today I feel compelled to simply convey my own humble experience of having the great honor of meeting the most powerful man on the planet when he was in office. A man who was nothing but kind, appreciative and generous to me, who demonstrating a genuine love for the medium of comics and took more time than he ever needed to to express his appreciation for the work I created and the medium of comics itself. The same man who also took time to write a simple yet eloquent response in 2009 to a little girl who express love and hope, not for herself, but for her President and his future.

Godspeed President Obama, thank you for your service. I have no doubt and look forward to how you will continue to serve and change our world for the better.

Joe Quesada

The Elsewhere Child

He was supposed to take my memories when he brought me here, the seelie knight, who had been commanded to escort me home with a simple “take it away, it’s too old now and it bores me” from the noble who had kept me for the past while. I traded him my singing voice for them though, and now where once sweet music poured from my lips only hoarse and untuned notes fall out without any of the tempo or melody they had before. Now I think I made a bad trade. It might have been better, if I didn’t remember, or remembered something else entirely.

I stare at the boy next to me in the circle, I was asked to join this circle as a way to make me feel part of something, part of a circle. They call the circle a support group for abducted children. Children who were abducted and got away, that is, I don’t think there’s a support group for those currently abducted. Their abductors wouldn’t allow them to attend, I suppose. The boy is speaking about the man who touched him, speaking of the horrible way he loved that man, because he was a child, and he had to love someone. Are his memories true? Or is he like me? Did a faerie take him away, and replace the memories from Under the Hill with these tragedies? Why? Did he commit some crime? I cannot say.

I am fascinated by the girl who sits next to the girl directly across from me in the circle. She tells us to call her Angie. She wears ratty clothes, not the sort of poor chic that seems to be an underlying trend, with jackets made of patches and ribbed cloth sold at malls, but real grunge. The tears in her sleeves reveal razor scars, her hair is short, she wants to look tough, she wants people to cross the street to get away from her when they see her coming. She is not tough. She is nervous, always nervous, always afraid, though she hides it well. None of these things are too interesting to me, those things I can see anywhere, but I thought context would be important so that the fact that she’s a pathological liar would not be the only thing you knew about her.

She is a pathological liar.

Her lies fascinate me.

After group chat, I take her aside and we talk, sometimes just for a few minutes, sometimes for hours, and I watch her fabricate thousands of untruths, from tiny white ones to huge fantastical ones as bright and colorful as her life has never been. Some days, I believe everything she says and some days I question each word, trying to figure out her secret.

It’s a strange thing, I was taken before I really knew my name, and each faerie that’s kept me (I was a pet for them) called me something different. Do I even have a true name? I’ve been Jane Doe since I showed up, stumbling barefoot and confused into a police station moments after midnight (at least the knight knew to leave me near a place of authority), so I’ve been introducing myself as Roe, like the deer. They ran my DNA through the missing children’s database (I didn’t understand what that was at first, was shocked at how closely humans had approximated magic with computers), but there was no match. I told them I didn’t know how long ago I’d been abducted, and suggested that it might have been before the database was made. They laughed and said I was eighteen, and DNA technology had been around much longer than me. I tried to explain that time was different where I had been kept, but they simply patted me on my head and told me they were sure that it seemed that way to me at the time.

They stared at me worriedly when one of them brought me a McDonald’s Happy Meal, and I asked what she wanted for it. She told me nothing. No one here ever asks for anything besides courtesy in return for their food, but old habits are hard to break. Even now, in my foster home, I cannot help insisting that my hosts confirm that this food is a gift freely given. They asked me to help them cook and I broke down in tears because there was a cast iron skillet on the stove (“Please don’t make me, iron burns, iron burns, and it gets under your skin and makes you go grey and lifeless like a flower severed from its roots, plea-please, please don’t make me”). It took them an hour to convince me that they weren’t trying to force me to poison myself, and the food burned (“I said I would help you, you asked me to cook and I agreed, but, but please don’t make me, it burns, it’ll burn me!” “It’s alright darling, you don’t have to cook if you don’t want to.” “But I said I would! It was an oath!” “We’re sorry, we wouldn’t have asked if we’d known it would upset you, you can help some other way if you like.” “You… absolve me of my oath?” “Yes, of course we do darling!”).

I am more comfortable with iron now, I am not one of the Fair Folk, after all, it will not harm me. Correction, a blade of iron would harm me, but not because it was made of iron. It does, however, mess with my glamor.

It is a difficult thing, growing up bathed in magic and yet to have none of your own. A pixie once spoke of how she envied my hair, and I said, on impulse, “do you want it?” So a trade was made. She gave me the ability to change my appearance, and she walked away with my hair. I expected my hair to grow back after a time though… it did not. With my glamor I can have the appearance of having whatever hair I please, and sometimes I change it daily, but when I sleep or when iron is near my bare head is revealed. It is assumed by my hosts and everyone around me that I have many wigs, I have told them I do not, but they don’t believe in magic, so they insist on believing this instead.

I hide when I hear thunder, duck into a bathroom and put everything on backward and inside out if I’m in public, or simply sit quiet if I’m home. The first time I did this, it shook me to my core when someone told me “You know, your shirt is on backward.” I started to panic, until I realized that I could see myself too. It was a revelation, discovering that there was something humans could see that the Good Neighbors couldn’t.

It still boggles my mind how much people throw away, tears and menstrual blood caught on napkins, or gifts from that one aunt that they held onto for so long for the sentimental value but can’t keep now because they have to move into a smaller apartment, or the shirt they can’t wear anymore because it smells like their ex. They could trade these items to faeries for so many things, and yet they simply throw them away. What a waste.

My hosts insisted I should have a proper education, and after three years of homeschooling (to get me caught up) I applied to attend the local state college. There I found more people who fascinate me the way Angie does. There’s Lisa, who fights for animal rights, and Kyle, the leader of the Gay Straight Alliance group, and Riley, who’s going into the Peace Corps next year because they want to help the world. I ask them all the time why they do what they do, what they expect to get back, and they tell me that ideally they’ll make the world a better place, and that will pay them back eventually, but that they don’t do it for what they’ll get back, they do it because it’s right. I don’t understand. There’s Cheyenne, who always gets into intense political debates with other people over dinner in the cafeteria, and she believes so intensely about things that don’t even affect her, and she fights for them, and she tells me she does this because it’s right, and I don’t understand. I’ve never met anyone who cared about anything other than themselves Under the Hill. Faeries can’t lie, they can’t go back on their word, they honor their deals and make sure you honor them too, they repay debts and ensure they’re repaid in turn, they amuse themselves playing or squabbling over power, but they do not do things for free. They don’t care about things for free. They don’t defend the innocent, protect the weak, or forgive the ignorant. The culture shock coming here is bewildering.

If I could I’d honor my debts, leave a pile of gold at the doorstep of everyone who’s done me a kindness, but I have not the magic to do so. The drainage ponds hold no sirens, the falling snow has no frolicking pixies between its flakes, there is no magic for me to use here… or is there?

Perhaps I can’t call upon the magic Under the Hill, perhaps I can’t summon gold or make deals with darklings, but I can find magic here, I’ve seen others do it. I’ve seen a moon so beautiful it sends shivers down your spine captured by a little lense-box and put onto thick shiny paper. I’ve seen songs and stories written with such emotion that it moves those who hear them to tears, to laughter, to dancing, to life. I’ve seen kitchen witches cure colds with hot chicken soup, and I’ve seen holy men ward off tricksters they can’t even see with the power of their belief.

Perhaps I can find a way to create my own magic, and do what other people seem to strive to do to repay their debts. Perhaps I can make the world a better place, and learn the magic of humanity. And as for the places where magic does live? Where the boundary between worlds is thin and the drainage ponds and snowflakes carry faerie magic within? …I think I’ll be staying far away, for my part. I might still have a lot to learn, but I think I like it better here.

UT Mob Main Story Masterpost

This is the masterpost for the UT Mob Main Story, which focuses on young Frisk (Little Pup) and the skelebros.


Original creator of UT Mob AU is @in-sideunder

Below is my version of UT Mob AU inspired by it.


>>LINKS TO UT MOB OTHER STORIES AND CROSSOVERS<<


★ = No Pics

Last updated: July 15

(Now in Korean!) 

♦ Major Storyline

1. “Skelebros meet Little Pup”

2. “Go on a walk”

3. “Is Little Pup from an illegal child trafficking ring?”

4. “Hungry Pup”

5. “Toriel Visits”

6. “Little Pup’s tag?”

7. "Sleeping in Three”

8. “Papyrus and Little Pup meets Undyne”

9. “What does Sans and Little Pup do together?”

10. “Balanced Meal”

11. “Is Little Pup Mute?”

12. “I Won’t Dance”

13. “Does Little Pup get nightmares?”

14. “WHERE IS THE —–?”

15. “=)”

16. “You have us.”

17. “Has Little Pup ever gotten sick?”

18. “What are you afraid of, Sans?”

19. “i’m sorry.”

20. “Clingy”

21. “Smiles!”

22. “Like old days.”

23. “Why is Sans being so cautious?”

24. “Pups”

25. “Greeting a new friend”

26. “Warning”

27. “sleep tight, kid.”

28. “Knock Knock”

29. “Chara”

30. “Save”

31. “here we go.”

32. “Fight”

33. “♥”

34. “Two Hearts”

35. “Little Pup and the Skelebros” (END)


Side

“Does Sans and Papyrus have fake businesses?”

“Do they know Little Pup’s real name?”  ★

“Does Little Pup go on dangerous missions?”

“Papyrus/Sans ever done anything they regretted?”

“Does Toriel visit often?”

“How often does Little Pup get bathed?”

“How smart is Little Pup?”  ★

“Series of Asks”  ★

“Why does everyone treat Frisk as 'pup’?”  ★

“Does Sans have a background in science?”  ★

“Can Sans teleport?”  ★

“Is Little Pup a boy or a girl?”  ★

“Wouldn’t Frisk be scared of Gaster!Sans?”  ★

“Is Little Pup’s SOUL stronger than normal?”  ★

“Gaster Theory”  ★

“Is Sans a boss monster?”  ★

“Tell me more about Gaster!”

“Do the skeleton bros have a past with Gaster?”  ★

“Sans vs. Toriel: Who would win?”  ★

“Has Little Pup encountered Temmies before?”  ★

“Height Chart”

“Why is Little Pup good at singing?”

“Does the skelebros remind Little Pup of Gaster?”

“Do skelebros bring anything for Lil’ Pup from work? What does Lil’ Pup do when alone?”  ★

“Will Little Pup ever kiss the skelebros?”

“Sans’ breaking point?”  ★

“Is Sans more powerful than Undyne?”  ★

“Does Little Pup give out hugs?”

“Did Toriel meet skelebros before or after splitting with Asgore?”  ★

“Did Little Pup have a mother?”  ★

“Any Soriel?”  ★

“Skelebros’ Home”

“What do human children do after…?”  ★

“How old is Sans and Papyrus?”  ★

“Little Pup dressed as the skelebros!”

“Sans and Little Pup”

“What causes Little Pup to switch?”  ★

“Munch munch”

“Papyrus and Little Pup”

“Do you miss your home?”

“C-Test for CUTest!”

“Sleeping Papyrus and Little Pup”


UT Mob World

“All the major UT Mob gangs”

“Asriel & Chara”

“Alphys & Undyne”

“Monsters vs. Humans, Human Soul, Underground”  ★

“SOUL and Determination”  ★

“Humans are endangered species? Can Asgore recognize a human?”  ★

“How would Grillby act towards Little Pup?”  ★

“Is there a secret lab?”  ★

“How many years do monsters live?”  ★

“Do monsters rely more on physical attacks instead of magic?”  ★

“Does E.X.P. and L.O.V.E. exist?”  ★

“Gaster, Chara, DT?”  ★


WHAT IF?

“How would Toriel react if Little Pup got hurt?”

“How would Sans & Papyrus react if Little Pup got a boy/girlfriend?”

“What would skelebros do if someone hurt/killed Little Pup?”

“What would skelebros’ life be when Little Pup gets older?”

(Response to “i’m sorry”) “What would Papyrus’ response be if Sans returned after sending Little Pup?”  ★

“Kitty-Cat vs. Little Pup: Who is cuter?”

(JOKE) “Little Pup at age 30?”

“What if Sans met Kitten?”


Fanfic

“Balanced meal” (by @elara-moon​ )

(What if) “What if Papyrus got hurt?” (by @elara-moon​ )

“Kisses” (by @tsukithewolf )  ★

“Road Trip AU x UT Mob AU Crossover: A New Gang”  (by @tsukithewolf )


Misc.

eclipseofparis  asked:

Hi, I just want to ask if you can recommend me some fics where Stiles has known Derek since he was a kid? Thank you :)

AND

britishobrien said:Heyy!!! Do you guys have any fics where theres a cute af baby stiles and like a surly 4/5 year old derek, where they have to grow up together? Itd be cool if the hales lived? I can just imagine toddler stiles following tiny derek around babbling about whatever and derek just sits down with stiles next to him or in his lap talking non stop and derek just staring into stiles eyes and declaring some day they will marry! Lol this got out of hand, i hope you get the jist? Theyre so cute!!! Thanks

AND

lalagalore said:Hiii! Can you direct me to the sterek fics where they are childhood friends? Like, either grew up knowing each other or reunion-type thing??? I appreciate you and the wonderful blog!

AND

Anonymous said:Hey there. Have any sterek fics where they are childhood sweethearts?

AND

angelofrockroleplay said:Currently I can only use my mobile. I wanted to ask if you knew any sterek fics in which stiles is a kid and is adorable around derek and falls in love with eachother so endgame when Stiles is old enough. Thanks


Here’s an update to the  growing up together tag! - Anastasia 

Originally posted by movie-scenesx

The Rejects by howlingstiles

(1/1 I 605 I General I No Pairing I MCD)

Stiles is the piece that holds the crew together. He is the one that made the group in the first place, back in middle school and Scott wasn’t in Beacon Hills yet.

The Treehouse by rieraclaelin

(1/1 I 1,766 I General I Sterek)

It has a lot of sweet memories, and some not so fond. But its favorite story, the one it will whisper to the leaves at night when the moon is bright and full, is the story of the wolf who fell in love with the human.

The One Where Derek Is A Wolfboy by sgtbuckaroobarnes

(1/1 I 2,136 I General I Sterek)

Stiles goes traveling after college and sends Derek post cards from all around the world. Derek misses him and is determined to tell Stiles how he feels when he gets home.

It Started With a Game by nightlight9

(1/1 I 2,830 I General I Sterek)

It’s one thing to have Stiles as his anchor. It’s another thing entirely to realize that he’s in love with his best friend. His best friend who happens to be three years younger than him and, oh god, John is going to have him arrested. He won’t be able to become a cop because he’ll be behind bars. 

It’s Strange (So Strange) by StupidGenius

(1/1 I 7,912 I Teen I Sterek)

“M’not a little baby.” Stiles huffs. His feet can’t touch the floor where he’s sitting, legs swinging back and forth. “I’m eight years old.”

“Yeah? Well I’m twelve. I’m a big kid now.” He flashes his eyes for emphasis. Stiles doesn’t look impressed.

“You’re not a big kid. Cousin Wednesday says you can’t be a big kid until you’re a teen. You’re not a teen.”

“I am too a big kid!”

one, two, breathe by Nina_shaffer

(1/1 I 10,880 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Empaths are cursed with great power and most don’t know it. Stiles never had anyone to tell him that he was an empath but he knew what he could feel was not all human. Stiles always thought that he couldn’t be the only one who was special. Turns out he was right.

To the End of Time by demon_hatchling

(8/? I 15,227 I General I Sterek)

Stiles is 8 when he comes into his power, too soon and before anyone is ready for it.

Derek is 12 when he kills an Alpha attacking his pack, becoming one in the process.

This is the story of a small town in southern California, in which a young Mage and a young Alpha carve out their future, saving each other and their world in the process.

We’re Like Milo and Otis by tabbytabbytabby

(1/1 I 27,670 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles and Derek meet each other before they can even talk. With Claudia being the Hale family Emissary, Stiles spends most of his time with the Hales. Stiles and Derek are immediately inseparable. Stiles learns early on that his magic reacts to Derek more than anyone else and because of that he is able to shift into a fox and go on adventures with Derek. Those adventures aren’t always safe but one thing is certain, they’ll always look out

To Build A Home - Chapter 2

I just want to thank everyone who read chapter one. All your messages were so kind and sweet. This fandom truly is the best. 

Tag list: (if you wish to be added/removed or if I forgot you then please let me know!) @toxicsanders @tinysidestrashcaptain @xxrosethehumanxx @migraine-marathon @penstarz96 @undertakershairline @thatcraxygirl15 @kittyboof8 @celiawhatsherlastname @yep-another-fander @pantasticpanini @aikogumi @cefmua56 @emo-space-trash @cleverly-logan @hanramz-the-fander @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @thisisthepumpkinqueen @that-space-gay-writes @maya-tl @infinitesimally-patton @all-the-fand0mz @thebeautyofthomas @emma123patka @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @twinkly-lights

WARNINGS: Child abuse, nightmares, insecure thoughts and slight panic attacks. Please let me know if you want any other warnings added!

Also, there are a couple of questions I’ve been asked multiple times which I am going to answer here. 
Question One: How long will this story be?
Answer: I’m planning at least ten chapters, maybe more, maybe less but I will totally let you know as we go on. I’m writing this story as it comes to me.
Question Two: Is Roman going to be in this fanfiction at all, and what will his part be?
Answer: I can’t give you a straight (pardon the pun) answer here because it may give things away. Just know that I love my dramatic son and he will be involved in this universe at some point but for now the focus is Virgil, Patton and Logan. So (as difficult as it may be) place Roman at the back of your mind while reading this fiction (but do not worry, he will turn up!)

Also on AO3 here

Anyway, enough from me. Please enjoy!

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Axis25′s theory corner!

Hello friends and followers, and welcome back to another exciting instalment of Axis25’s theory corner! And hopefully by now everyone who is reading this should have seem up to Starcrushed (especially since that is the main point of this theory) so if you haven’t then considered this your spoiler warning. Now how about we get right to it?

So after watching Starcrushed, crying for a bit, writing a fic to help me get through the pain, and trying to think of how Jackie will take Star’s confession and subsequently trying and failing to form a theory around Jackie wanting Star and Marco to get together in the long run, I came across something that is … interesting (I would like to point out that I couldn’t focus on the first because this caught my attention, I’m not saying it’s not possible). Let’s talk Toffee, you know, one of the smartest bad guys in all of SVTFOE? He has always played the long game, it almost seems like everything he does is to further his own goals, like … nothing is for nothing. For example, take Mewnipendance day,

We all know that he planned for it to only work for him (I’m not sure how exactly) so that he could get Yvgeny, the only person who was trying to speak against him, thrown out. In simpler terms, he was removing potential threats but let’s be real, this was a precaution, Yvgeny wouldn’t have been able to stop him from enacting his plan. Sure, he would be against Ludo getting thrown out but we all know that the odds were still in Toffee’s favor. Does that mean he should have left him in? Heck no, I’m just saying that Toffee isn’t one to overlook a simple annoyance, and yes, that is important for today’s theory. And what is that you ask? Only something Toffee said.

Creepy, isn’t it, but … that’s just it, everyone remembers what happens next, right? Moon goes to Star and convinces Star to leave Earth but … why would he want his finger? Sure, it might make him hole again or he couldn’t regenerate it but I would like to remind you all of something, at this moment, he’s missing a bit more than his finger.

Now sure, that doesn’t mean much, maybe for reasons we don’t know yet, he does want his finger, so let’s assume that, he wants to get his finger back … for whatever reason, why tell her that? To scare her? To boast? Because of pride? That doesn’t seem like Toffee, telling Moon that he is after her daughter and something that is in her possession would cause Moon to take Star and try and flee as far away as possible. Given, that may have happened anyway but this is Toffee, wouldn’t he avoid something like needlessly invoking fear in Moon? Wouldn’t the best thing to say be that he’s out to get revenge on Moon and he will destroy anyone who tries to stop him? That would make moon distance herself from Star and make her easier to track down along with his finger. And another thing

Look at this, he took Moon down with ease, sure he might have gotten the drop on her but look at this

This guy, Omnitraxus Prime, the space time guy, was taken out in a single hit, as well as the rest of the magic high commission. But … not a few moments later, he’s fighting Moon

Now one could say that he took her by surprise at first … but … look closer

Oh, and before someone says that he didn’t knock her down to get at her magic

That’s about as knocked down the others were … he was playing with her, letting her survive, oh, and look at this.

He took that blast to the face and was unscathed, you really think that he couldn’t have taken her in a single hit? Now I know what you are thinking now, maybe he was just savoring the moment? Well then why not just incapacitate her and savor it when she can’t retaliate? He was showing her just how outmatched she was, he let her live and escape

Do you really think this would be enough to slow him down? No, he is more powerful than that, he is letting her get away, and he is letting her run to her daughter to deliver the message

He wanted to make Star run. He isn’t after his finger, not yet anyway, he is after something else, something that will help him in the long run.

And yes, I do see you there shouting that he was after what I’m about to mention all along, I’m aware I’m not the only one to realize this but there is a bit more too it so just sit for a moment while I get through this part and I will get to something you may not have known soon enough.

Now where was I? Oh, yes, what was Toffee really after? Well …

Yup, that’s what I think, Toffee is after Marco, he gets Star to run away and Marco will be more than easy to take, but here’s the burning question, why would he want Marco?

Well, one thought is that he might want a better vessel than Ludo and those two are the only two to be affected by the forbidden chapter

(Now that I take a closer look at it, his teeth almost look like monster Arms teeth)

But a better theory is that he will use him to get Star to give him what he wants. I mean we all remember that scene from the end of season one.

How easily she gave up her wand for him (and that’s before any of us were sure she had a crush on him). Now we can’t say for sure if she did have feelings for him at this point but the presence or absence means nothing, she will give up the same or more for this boy and that will make things so much easier for Toffee.

But here’s part two of this theory … why? I mean sure, he wouldn’t have to fight Star (or Moon) but we all saw how powerful he is now, he would still have to track down Star and Moon (Assuming there on the run which they should be if their smart) so why go through all this trouble, why make more work of tracking them down … when you could just … *ahem* kill Moon and wipe the floor with Star, like you did Moon and the magic high commission? Well, the answer is simple, and I will show you using a series of clips

Did that get your attention? Star is significantly stronger than her mother, ‘she’s far beyond it’ as Baby put it. And did you see the clip of Toffee’s face? He saw this power, and he … is at least concerned, concerned enough to not want to risk a fight with Star if he can help it. Concerned enough to want to avoid this unnecessary risk.

Normally this would be where I would put my conclusion, summing up everything I just went over, but I would like to make a quick note here. Moon is the DUMBEST queen I’ve ever layer eyes on. Even if she doesn’t put Toffee’s plan together, Toffee has already kidnapped Marco once already and used him to make Star destroy her wand, don’t you think … I don’t know, he might try something like that again?! Oh, and less we forget,

And who heard this song? Only THE ENTIRE KINGDOME OF MEWNI!!! Moon you idiot! At the very least tell Marco to go into hiding or say something along the lines of ‘Hey Marco, I know this must be difficult times for you what with my daughter, who just so happens to be your best friend, having feelings for you even though you’re dating someone else but I really need you to go into hiding so an evil lizard person that I know from when I was young, and has a vendetta against me and Star, who has kidnapped you in the past to make Star do what he wants, doesn’t try and kidnap you again and use you to blackmail my beloved daughter who is actually more powerful than I am and may be the only hope of stopping said lizard.’ You know, something like that? But no, she leaves him unguarded in a dimension with no means of contacting any other dimension (Moon doesn’t know about Marco’s dimensional scissors probably) so that he could literally be picked up like milk at the supermarket!

*Sigh* enough raging, let’s get to the conclusion, Toffee let Moon escape and scared her into taking Star away from Marco so that he could steal Marco and use him as leverage so that he doesn’t have to fight Star who he knows is much more powerful than her mom and might be a problem. There, I’m done, what do you think? Agree? Disagree? Have something you want to add? Have something you want me to examine? Then send me a message or add a comment, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to Jackie wanting to get Star and Marco together.

Dance With Me? [Tim Drake x Reader]

Anonymous requested: “Can I get a request where the reader is at a prom dance and her friends ignore her so she ditches them and ends up on the rooftop and she’s able to meet Red Robin? Thanks!”

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1325

TAGS: @yoichooseno @kiogenic @iamthenightiambatman @mockingjay-fury @janeinjune @anothertypicalgirl00 @pinkwitch21 @coffee-randomness @angstytodd @kpkarlee @aworldwideapart @lovingmytelevision @abbytheninja @ifthisislove-loveiseasy @spacewife @galaxy-jellyfish-queen @femdamian

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Laughter echoed through the room, blending in with the beautiful music that resonated through the space. Students were dressed in their finest gowns and suits, each of them laughing and dancing joyfully with one another, creating a fun, enjoyable atmosphere. However, there was at least one who weren’t enjoying the night; you.

In truth, you didn’t even ask to be at the school prom. Everyone made a big deal out of it and claimed it would be ‘the most amazing night of our lives’, but you found the whole thing ridiculous. You had never been a fan of school dances or parties. You found them claustrophobic and it made you feel like you were forced to socialize. Dressing for the overrated events was a complete hassle that you would rather avoid. You only attended the parties and events for your friends, which was precisely why you were at prom despite rather enjoying a night in watching a marathon of Doctor Who.

You didn’t know what to expect, but one thing you did expect happened almost instantly; your friends abandoning you for their dates. You, being the supportive friend you were, let them go, but you knew this would happen. It always did, so much so that you didn’t know why you were accepting their invitations to these parties when you knew that you were going to be ditched… again. You stood there by the door, sipping your drink as you watch your classmates have an evening opposite to yours.

After an hour, you decided to get some air. With a disappointed sigh, you slipped into the school hall and climbed the stairs to the roof.

You shivered at the cold draft that kissed your skin but you continued towards the edge of the building. The railing felt cold against your warm body when you leaned against it but the cold was never something you particularly minded. You found it strangely calming, as if it acted as a comfort for your loneliness.

Up on top of the school roof, isolated and alone in the darkness, it was peaceful. The music was muffled by the silence of the night, only broken by the crickets and gentle howls of the wind. The moon cast its silver light onto the earth with the stars accompanying it. You adored this peace, you wanted it to envelop you whole. It was a great change from the suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

“Ma'am?” The male voice you heard startled you. You spun around and gasped inaudibly when you were met with the one and only Red Robin, a well-known vigilante in the city you lived in. He approached you cautiously, radiating a questioning expression as he asked, “what are you doing here alone?”

“Enjoying the night.” you answered quietly. The vigilante’s confusion seemed to have doubled.

“On your prom night?” he inquired, slight amusement laced in his voice. Seeing your shocked face, he added, “I saw on the banner in front of your school.”

You chuckled then nodded absentmindedly. “Yes, on my prom night, not like that is anything special,” you shrugged, “it’s merely a dance. Besides, my friends abandoned me so I don’t have anything to do.”

“Really?” he questioned, “your friends, abandoning you? Why don’t you find someone else?”

“Nobody finds me very interesting,” you answered in a slightly bitter yet melancholy tone, “I’m just… the background character, an extra on the set.”

Red Robin shook his head. “I don’t believe it. Surely someone has asked you for a dance?” This caused you to laugh as you shook your head. “No.” he gasped, “really?”

“Yes, really.” you giggled, albeit sadly, “I’m that girl, you know?”

The vigilante stared at you for a long while before a smile spread across his face. “Well then,” he took a step towards you, bowed slightly and extended his hand, “would you care for a dance with me?”

You looked at him in surprise, wondering how a hero like him could be taking his time and paying attention to you. You stared at his hand, but then shook your head. “I don’t need your pity.” you murmured, thinking that he was only showing such kindness because he felt sorry that you were alone. You hated to admit it, but that dealt a blow to your pride, making you bitter.

“What? No, that’s not it.” he exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. “You look… very beautiful tonight. Everyone in your school must be a fool to not want a dance with you. That’s why… I’m asking you…” As a blush began to appear on his face, you realized his genuine words and so you took his hand.

“O-Okay then.” you muttered, flustered by his compliment. He brought you close and held your hand tightly, swaying you to the rhythm of the faint music that could be heard. For a long while, there was nothing but absolute silence once more, but in your head there were a million thoughts.

“You do look beautiful tonight.” he whispered into your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. You swallowed hard.

“Thank you.” you glanced down at your outfit–a black evening gown with specks of white decorating it, matching the night sky above. Although you would rather die than admit it, you spent more time that usual choosing your outfit and preparing for this dance. You never thought you’d catch the eye of the city’s hero.

You and him danced for a few more minutes. No words were exchanged, there was just longing gazes and loving smiles. You didn’t know what it meant to him, but to you it felt intimate, special, as if you and him were the only people that existed at that moment of time. When the dance finally ended, you gathered all your courage and leaned up to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Seeing his reddened face, you couldn’t help but giggle. You stated in a light voice full of emotions, “thank you, this means… a lot to me.”

“It’s my honor, ma'am.” Red Robin responded, giving you another smile and this time, your heart skipped a beat.

“My name is [F/N]. Don’t call me ma'am, it makes me sound old.” you informed, drawing a laugh out of him.

“[F/N] it is then.” he said, “well, duty calls [F/N], but I hope I’ll see you agian.” With that, he jumped off the roof, leaving a permanent smile on your lips.


Your life fell back into its dull and monochromatic routine after that night, though it did little to surprise you. Who were you to think you were special in some way? Of course Red Robin was a gentleman, but there were others out there who were much more superior, you had no chance with them.

But damn that vigilante for stealing your heart anyway.

After you shoved your books into your locker, you strode down the hallway, deep in thought. As you turned the corner, you walked straight into a tall body, causing you to fall backwards.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!”

You glanced up to meet a pair of worried periwinkle eyes. A hand was extended out to you, and after a moment of hesitation, you took it. You were pulled back up while the student you walked into picked your books up, handing them back to you. Your first thought was that he was very handsome, but you shook that thought away quickly. Now was not the time for silly crushes.

As you took your books, you said, “it’s my fault for not looking where I was going. I should be the one apologizing.”

“No, no I was… not being very cautious.” he claimed, scratching the back of his neck. “Let me walk you to your class at least, please?” You found it difficult to refuse that face of his, so you nodded and allowed him to walk with you.

“I’m [F/N],” you introduced, “what’s your name?”

“I’m Tim, Tim Drake.”

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alrighty, i know i was only asked about supercorp fics but this quickly turned into my end all be all list of recs. this got long and i’m not even sorry. disclaimer that i am Soft and don’t like Angst or smut

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