since they did something like this

JAAACCK!!

@therealjacksepticeye Yeah, hey dude, I just wanted to ask you something here. you know Kill Jacksepticeye video? Oh yeah you do, and you remember the part where you said you posted it in summer because it didn’t make any since and it was ‘Just because’. Yeah, you remember that. 

And then you remember the raspy hill video you did a while back where you did kinda like a uh, lost tape type thing? yeah, you remember when you posted it? 

Here, let me help you:

Aw, little Jack doin’ some creepy stuff back in 2013! 
you remember specifically when you posted the Kill Jacksepticeye bit? 

And now look! big Jack’s doin’ some more creepy stuff back in 2017! But, wait…

Could? Wait-. 

Let’s zoom in on something real quick…

 Okay, now let’s zoom in to 2017 bit…

Oh, wait…do you see it? hold on…

HOLY- 

@no-strings-puppet @lum1natrix @markired @anti-support-group @fear-is-nameless @ego-surveillance-squad

Have fun, guys…

artificial wedding bells

title: artificial wedding bells

ship: peter parker (17 yo) x stark!reader

wc: 1.5k

a/n: hey! you invite him to an event because your dad, is setting you up with someone you don’t want to be with. peter agrees, but he is not crushing. nope. not at all.

tell me what u think!!!! (requests are open!)

my previous imagine

“You want me to do what?”

“I promise, it’s just for a night and if you do this- I will do anything for you. I will get your favorite sandwiches, do all your English assignments for a month, I really just need you to do this favor for me, Peter.” her eyes are blown wide as she looks at him, petal lip bit and her hand brushing his lightly in hopes of conveying how badly she wanted his help.

“Being your pretend boyfriend for a wedding? No one would buy it-”

“Peter, I’m not hideous. People would believe your lapse in judgment for 2 months in dating me.” she laughed, self deprecating, and he pouted at her. Because even if he doesn’t have a crush on her, if he did, it wouldn’t be a “lapse in judgment”. Whoever she ends up with will be lucky to have her. WHoever gets to be the person who holds her hand and takes care of her, makes her laugh and finds home in her embrace- they will certainly regret it. She’s not the kind of thing that you regret.

He doesn’t have a crush on her. He doesn’t. But he knows that whoever does, whoever ends up getting to be with her- it’s not going to be something that they don’t cherish. He can’t imagine that when someone holds her hand, they’re not going to cherish every moment of it.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says firmly, dark brown eyes boring into hers seriously, as she jokingly rolled her eyes, and squeezed his hand in recognition, and he notes how their hands just seem to mesh, and he’s never really noticed that before. Not that she’s held his hand too much anyway, but holding it doesn’t seem to be something he minds.

“I just meant that you’re you, daughter of the Tony Stark and also like, really pretty-” is that a blush? Probably not, she doesn’t do things like blush, “And I’m just you know, a kid with an internship, and I’m awkward and I’ll mess it up-”

“Please, Parker, it’ll be fine. I promise. I just need this one favor, and you won’t mess it up. I know you. You won’t let me down.”

                                                     ~oOo~

It turns out she wanted him to go to a wedding and dinner with her, because her dad wanted to set her up with someone and if she was with someone, then…

Peter understood. Telling May that he was her date, well, it went over very well, actually. Aunt May did his tie and hair, rehearsed things to say, said she always knew that they’d end up together.

Which is weird, because Peter’s never really thought that before.

She gushed about how lovely Peter’s “girlfriend” is, and he can’t really disagree because she is gorgeous, it’s just a fact. Peter isn’t blind- he knows that his best friend is just about the prettiest girl he’d ever met, ever seen.

He’s dressed formally for a formal event, as she’d called it, and she’s picking him up, at 6 o’clock on the dot.

He opens the door, and his breath is stolen from his lungs like someone’s sucked it from his chest.

She is beautiful. She’s absolutely stunning, and it’s ridiculous, he can’t tear his eyes from her, and she’s wearing a grey dress with shimmer and lipstick on her mouth, big eyes looking up at him and hair curled, and for a second, Peter forgets that he isn’t really her date, he isn’t really going to be the person that she wants to show off to her friends and family.

“Is there something on my face?” she asks, concerned.

“No! You look-look good. Good. Really pretty.” he sounds stupid, and since when did she make him this kind of nervous? He sounds stupid. Stupid. She beams at him, and it feels fine, like she’s rubbed out of all of his insecurity.

“Good.” she teases, “You look good too.”

He doesn’t mind when she grabs his hand and pulls him into the car, where Happy is waiting to drive them to Stark Tower.

                                                    ~oOo~

It’s a party, actually. It is a really big party. Huge, in fact, and he finds himself holding her hand, more out of wanting to not get lost, rather than keeping up the facade. People ask about the two of them, and Peter is surprised about a lot of things.

Peter is surprised how easy it is for his arm to snake around her waist, or how her face fits in the crook of his neck when she feigns embarrassment at people asking about “them”. He’s surprised how much pride he has when people call her his girlfriend. Because she is lovely, she’s so gorgeous and funny an light, and the way she makes him feel in place in a setting when he’s definitely not.

“Aunt Emma, this is my boyfriend, Peter.” Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Her aunt smiles at her and winks. She looks him up and down.

“Well, your uncle is going to find this very funny.” Emma is pulled away, by a man in a leather jacket who Peter assumes to be her husband.

“What was that about?” he asked, joy in his tone.

“My uncle thought I’d end up with like, a tough guy or something” she laughed taking a sip of her mocktail in a champagne glass.

“Well, it’s good that you ended up here with me.” for some reason, the idea of her with some leather-clad tall guy made his stomach stir.

Not in a crush way, though.

She just smiles and pulls him towards where everyone’s dancing.

He’s watching her dance with her little cousin, twirling around like she’s being charmed, and it’s so endearing, Peter’s heart could pop out of his chest at any moment. She is so lovely, so kind and so good, laughing at the deep bow her cousin takes and it strikes Peter how much he loves the sound.

So, the thing is, Peter realizes, is that she isn’t just beautiful in concept. He doesn’t just think that she’s lovely in the abstract. All this time, Peter’s been thinking that whoever gets to be the one to kiss her, gets to be the one who holds and loves her-they’ll be lucky.

He’s never really let himself think about how that might look.

Because her with anyone else- the phrase sounds wrong on his tongue, it’s not right. She shouldn’t be anyone else’s daydream, at least not one that they get to keep. Yes, she is the kind of wonderful that leaves you breathless and the stuff of dreams, but he knew that.

What he realizes, looking at her, so light and airy, her dress catching the air and ringlets falling loose from bobby pins, is that he wants to be the daydream wrapped around her mind.

“May I cut in?” he asks formally, bowing deeper than needed. She curtsies to him, and giggles, as he wraps his arms around her waist, hers going around his shoulders. She’s close and he can smell her perfume and also her, and he’s never really realized how much he liked being around her.

“You know,” she said, whispering in his ear, “you’re pretty good at this.”

“Hmm?” he hummed, trying not to revel in how she fits against him, warm and delicate.

“Pretending to like me.”

She shakes him out of his haze, actually, when she says this. They’re supposed to be pretending, but he’s not. He’s not pretending to like the way her hands fits in his. He’s not pretending to like the way she smiles up at him like he’s her boyfriend. He didn’t ask her to dance because of the whole fake-date thing.

“Well, it’s easy to pretend to do something you wish you could do.”

“What?”

Fuck.

“I didn’t-”

“Did you?” They spoke at the same time, with wide eyes, because Peter just admitted something so true and more than that, he knows she doesn’t feel that way. Knows that she doesn’t look at him like he set the sun, makes her happy like there’s nothing else in the world like him.

“I’m sorry, shit I didn’t mean to overstep, it’s just you looked pretty and I just thought about how much I loved tonight, how I liked when you called me baby and-”

“Peter,” she laughed. “I didn’t invite you because of Beckett.”

Beckett. Stupid name. Stupid name for a stupid guy who shouldn’t get to go out with her.

“I asked you because if I had to have anyone be my fake boyfriend,” she says, smiling knowingly at him finger pressing into his chest pointedly, “Then I would pick you, Mr. Parker.”

“Does that mean-”

Yes, Peter.”

He kisses her and he’s grateful that he’s on the corner of the room where no one can really see them, his hand on her cheek and his eyes closed, her smile pressed against his and butterflies hammering in his stomach and he’s never, never been this happy in an instant before.

He hears a throat clear.

He even sees Mr. Stark handing Cap 20 dollars.

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Bad Again

I started writing this at school because I was bored and here we are. Y/N is somewhat representative of me because I’ve been feeling exactly the same as she has. This is my first fic so let me know what you think!!x

TW: depression.

You were getting bad again, Harry could tell. He could always tell. You had been doing so well for so long and he was so proud of you. But you were slipping away again, you were becoming more distant. You didn’t mean to, you didn’t want to, but that’s just how it was with you.

When you and Harry met, you were at a low point. It took you a while to open up and give yourself to him completely, there were still some things you hadn’t told him, even after almost two years together. Over time, Harry finally got the old you back - that happy, enthusiastic you. Harry loved you before that, but seeing how happy you could be made him want to help you stay that way. And you did… for a while. A lot of shit came with dating Harry, you knew that, you experienced that. That’s when you got bad again, but that was ages ago. You had learnt to deal with that pretty well.

Harry didn’t know what made you so distant this time. Hell, you didn’t even know. You didn’t realise you were becoming more and more withdrawn. One day, after months of being so happy and with only a few down days, you just couldn’t deal with anything anymore.

You found yourself struggling to get out of bed, and you were more tired than usual. Any chance to sleep, you would take. You had always loved your sleep, so you didn’t think anything of it. Then, you found yourself not wanted to leave the house - the thought of talking to people and being outside gave you severe anxiety. You made excuses to stay home and not go out with friends, and when you were out, all you wanted to do was go home. You couldn’t even leave your bed now. You didn’t want to and you weren’t going to force yourself anymore - you couldn’t. You barely even ate anymore, you used to love food. Now, the thought it made you sick even if you were starving and you were losing weight. You couldn’t tell, you thought that because you were naturally slim it would be hard to lose weight and it wouldn’t be as noticeable. It was noticeable, though. Very.

“Come on, my love. You know that mum’s gonna be here soon.” Harry sighed, sitting on the bed as you buried your face in the pillow.

“Can’t you just tell her I’m sick? H, I’m really tired and I would love to just go back to sleep right now.” You didn’t notice, but your voice was more vulnerable than usual, quieter, weaker.

“No, you’ve been in bed for ages and you need to eat something. Get up and get ready, I’ll make you breakfast… well, lunch.” Harry said, he placed his hand on the side of your face as if he was brushing away imaginary tears and kissed your forehead.

While Harry was making breakfast, he found himself wondering what was on your mind. He didn’t know if you were just having a rough couple of days and to give you space or if you were getting really bad again. He never judged you when things got really bad, he never got angry with you. But he hated seeing you so down. He hated not knowing what to do or how to help you. Harry always caught on when you were getting bad again, he could feel when things weren’t right. He knew that it took all of your willpower to just get out of bed and you had to force yourself to eat at times. However, he decided to wait until after his mum left you ask you what was going on. He didn’t want to push you.


“So, before she comes down. What are you getting Y/N for your anniversary.” Anne asked Harry as they stood in the kitchen with a cuppa.

“Not sure yet, mum. I wanna do something really special, though. Two years isn’t really that long but god, mum, I really want to make her happy this year. Last year we didn’t so much.”

“She’d be happy with anything, H, you know that.” Anne reassured him. “After what she told me when I last saw her I th-”

“What did she tell you? She didn’t tell me she spoke to you about anything.” Harry cut his mum off, eager to know what his girlfriend told her.

“I don’t think she’d want me to tell you.”

“Mum, you know that I’ll just ask her myself so, please, just tell me. I’m worried about her if I’m honest. I think she’s getting bad again.”

“I’m worried too, H. I can see it in her eyes - she’s here but she’s not. She told me that she was feeling a bit out of it recently.” Anne looked at her son with worried eyes, and as Harry was just about to say something, you walked into the kitchen. You didn’t even give them time to collect their thoughts.

“Hey, Anne. How are you?” You beamed, you were actually really excited to see Anne. Ever since you first met her, she’d been nothing but lovely to you. You’d gotten really close with Anne over the past two years, she was like your second mother.

“Still not used to being alone in the house, if I’m honest. But I’m alright. And you?”

“I guess I’m alright. And you know that if you ever get lonely, Harry and I can come and stay. I can even come while Harry’s away so the both of us don’t lose our minds. And you can stay here.” You smiled at her, you didn’t really pay much attention to Harry because you were focusing on what Anne was saying but when you did look at him, he seemed to be in deep thought. “H, are you alright?”

“Are you?” He asked, you knew the question had a much deeper meaning but with his mum here, you really weren’t up for having that conversation right now.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Were you?


Anne had left for the day and it was around 8:30 in the evening. Having spent so much time talking to Anne and catching up, yourself and Harry didn’t really speak much. You knew exactly what Harry was thinking and you knew why. You knew that you’d been spending more time in the house and you’d been sleeping more than usual. You were aware of the fact that you’d only eating a couple slices of toast and half your dinner yesterday, actually, for the whole week. And you were well aware of the fact that you could snap at Harry or yourself or anyone and anything at any given moment. You could feel yourself getting bad again.

You hadn’t eaten breakfast and you were cranky. Even though Harry had made you something earlier, you just didn’t really feel hungry, all you had was a cup of tea and bit of fruit when Anne was here. Now… now you were hungry. You found yourself looking in the cupboards and the fridge for something to eat. You found nothing. There was more than enough food there but everything made you feel sick. It frustrated you so much.

“For fuck’s sake.” You muttered angrily to yourself as you slammed the fridge shut.

“Everything alright, love?” Harry called from the living room.

“There’s no fucking food in this house!” You snapped. You didn’t mean to, but you did.

“Yes, there is.” He told you calmly, but wearily at the same time. “There’s a lot of food, actually.”

“Jesus, H. Not all of us want to live off of kale and fucking almond milk!” You didn’t know why you were so angry all of a sudden. Harry didn’t know either, he knew something was up. But that didn’t mean the way you yelled at him didn’t hurt his feelings. “Look, I’m gonna just shower then head to bed.” You said in a much calmer voice.

“Y/N, are you okay, my love?” He asked you again, this time with a much gentler voice. The voice he uses to calm you down.

“No, I’m not okay! I haven’t been okay since I was twelve, maybe thirteen. But unfortunately, I’m still here.” You don’t know why you were so angry, all Harry did was care for you. It didn’t feel like it though, you always felt like no one ever cared. And when you would get like this, nothing would change the fact that you thought that. 

“Love, please just talk to me.” Harry was practically begging you to say something other than ‘I’m fine’, and that’s what happened.

“I’m getting bad again and I don’t know what to do or where to go or who to tell because no one really cares, do they?” You were yelling at this point. You didn’t want to yell, but you couldn’t stop yourself. You hated yourself because you were ruining his night after a great day with his mum and you couldn’t stop.

“I care!” Harry raised his voice, he’s never done that before - not when you’re like this. No, he wasn’t supposed to be angry with you, he wasn’t supposed to hate you. “I fucking care, and seeing you like this has been killing me. It’s been killing me for days because I know! I know that you’re getting bad again and I’m so fucking angry because I don’t know how to help you this time.”

“I don’t need your help! I’ve gotten through this on my own before, I can sure as hell do it again.” Your own voice was beginning to irritate you. You wanted to shut the fuck up, but it was almost like your demons were forcing the words out of your mouth. 

You couldn’t be in the same room as him anymore, you didn’t want to say anything else that you didn’t mean. You’d ruined his night already, what was the point in making it worse. When you stormed up the stairs, Harry was ready to follow you. Then he remember that you needed space in times like his. Harry felt like shit for yelling, he was just so frustrated because this time, he didn’t know what caused it.  Usually, something drastic or traumatic would happen and you’d distance yourself then let the vicious cycle begin. But nothing happened this time.

Harry didn’t only need to check on you, he needed to apologise. He didn’t want to make you feel even worse. Harry was walking up the stairs when he heard you. He heard your sobs. He was outside the bedroom door but it was locked. Harry stayed out there for a while just listening to you, he’s only ever heard you cry like that a handful of times. It broke is heart, completely shattered it.

You knew he was there, but you didn’t want to bother him anymore. You didn’t even know why you were crying. Why were you so sad? Why did it feel like the walls were closing in on you? Why did you feel like nothing was going right in your life? You never knew the answers. You startled yourself with a sob. A loud, ugly, painful sob. You hadn’t felt this way in so long, you forgot how shitty it was. This time, it was harder - it was more gradual.

Maybe it was all subconscious, a part of your brain was telling you not to be happy. That every time things felt good, it was too good to be true. Sooner or later, you’d fall back into the black hole - and this time, you’d fallen so fucking far. 

“Baby, can you open the door?” He sounded so desperate. You said nothing but walked towards the door and your hand reached for the doorknob. “Love, please. I know you’re crying and I just… please open the door.” Again, he was met with silence. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for yelling at you. You know I didn’t mean it.”

You twisted the doorknob slowly and pulled the door open. Harry immediately pulled into his chest and you sobbed into him until you were all out of tears. He kept kissing your head and telling you that you were alright, he was telling you to let it all out. You don’t know how long you were standing there, it must’ve been ages. You pulled back to look at Harry and he looked so heartbroken and disappointed in himself.

“I ruined your shirt.” I told him, chuckling pathetically to yourself as you wiped your tears.

“My shirt will be fine. But I’m not too sure that you will…” Harry said, his voice was so gentle and caring. “How about you put on one of my shirts and then we can have a cuddle?”


You and Harry had been wrapped in each other arms for a good twenty minutes before either of you decided to speak. He was running his fingers through your hair as you drew random patterns on his bare chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it did get deafening.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Harry asked. It’s a question you’d been asked several times in the last twenty-three years but when Harry asksd, everything spilled out even if you didn’t want it to.

“I don’t even know where it came from this time, H.” You said, barely above a whisper. “I’m not sure why this is happening. Everything was perfect and now I just want to… I want to -”

“Want to what, my love?”

“Leave.” You choked out. “I’m already half gone. My body’s here but my mind isn’t, I don’t know how to bring myself back. I don’t know if I want to come back at all. I hate this world.”

“You’ve been really distant lately - not like before. This time, you don’t even look at me, you don’t try to talk.” Harry wasn’t angry, he wasn’t even hurt because he knew you couldn’t control what was going on. He was, however, more worried than he’d ever been.

“I don’t mean to be like this,” you let out a shaky breath as you feel the tears coming back. “Don’t want to be like this…” You were crying again, he felt your warm tears on his chest. “I’m really sorry, H. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare apologise. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for, my love. I know none of this is your fault, and I’m sorry for getting mad. But we’ll get through this. You’ll get through this, you always do.” Harry told you quietly and kissed your forehead, then he gave your body a small squeeze, it was his way of saying ’you’ve got this’.

“I know,” you whispered. “I’m just tired of taking steps backwards, you know? I’m twenty-three, H, I just wanna feel content. No fake happy, no lying. Why can’t I have that?”

“I promise you, one day, whenever that may be, that you will be the happiest woman in the world. I’ll make sure of that.” When you didn’t reply for a few moments, Harry realised that you had fallen asleep. He smiled to himself, knowing that you didn’t cry yourself to sleep this time. He’s happy that you fell asleep peacefully.

“I promise, we’ll be alright.” 


What do you think? I hope you enjoyed, let me know if you want a part two or request anything else you want.

little concept:

What if the story unfolds where Dark possesses us and tries to make us kill Mark? Get into camera dude’s mind and strike or something.

How we joke about stranglin Mark, drowning him in the deepest pits of the ocean, flinging him right into the sun. It’s all goofs because he likes to hit our feels really bad.

But what if Dark used all those goofs and turned them against us. I mean, Mark did say that Dark would do that kinda stuff, right? I see Dark going for Mark’s friends and fans to hurt him. But maybe he’d take that a little more literally to have them actually hurt him. Hurt us. To hurt him x2 or something.

I still don’t know if that is our Mark, since he’s very prone to punching camera dude, but he does seem like he’s supposed to be good and probably not Asshole Mark. I mean, would Asshole Mark get us tickets to the petting zoo? Doubt it. I’m thinking if we ever do see our Mark, it will still be an exaggeration of himself with the douche like aura, but not Asshole Mark levels, you know?

(still think dark’s being led astray and going after the wrong mark, but of course, could be far off)

9

GUYS….

Can we talk about how amazing this segment is yea yea yea But, oh.. look at what Sui He is wearing. A fucking ZEBRAAAA. Seriously, It looks cheap as hell. What were they thinking? And why can’t they give Sui one of those crazy fabulous outfits too. This is undeniably the ugliest outfit in Nomadic Adventure. They mistreated her big time. I was hoping for something special since it’s Sui’s 7th year with them and it’s also in her hometown.

What’s worse is that Sui innocently thanked the VS team for giving her “The most beautiful look” during the fitting, little did she know she got the WORST !

Stanley’s Choice (Part 2)

A/N: This is my first ever imagine/fic series, so please don’t hate me if it’s really bad! Also, the Losers are aged up to about 16 years old. 

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader (Romantic, kinda) + Richie Tozier x Reader (Platonic/Romantic-ish)

Warnings: not that i know of???

Summary: After staying friends for 3 years, the Losers’ Club all go to the Homecoming dance together. However, when you arrive, you’re surprised to find someone else with the boy you had been in love with since you were 13.


His hand wrapped around yours as he handed you that tape. How could he just pretend that everything was okay? That what he did - was doing - didn’t break your heart? That you could just pick up where you left - 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You wanted to look at him, but you couldn’t. The fear of him seeing you cry overcame you, and you just couldn’t. Without saying a word to him, you pulled your hand away shakily, and walked into your house. 

That night, you left your blinds open, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of him in his room, reading, bird watching, things you used to do together through the windows. Maybe you could say what you wanted to then; pour your heart out. But all you saw was the faint glow of his lamp through those dark curtains you hated so much. 

“Y/N! Careful, you almost completely knocked me over!” Patricia said, waking you up from your thoughts. She was headed towards the table, probably going to ask Stan to slow dance with her. To your song. 

“Oh, shit, sorry, I just got a little distracted,” you murmured. Pretty much everyone was on the dance floor except Eddie and Stan. Beverly and Bill were in each other’s arms, Ben and Kay swayed awkwardly to the song, and even  Mike found someone to dance with. You looked for Richie, the one person you thought could save you from this situation, but you found him already sitting next to Eddie, deep into a conversation about something stupid, you were sure. 

Patricia followed your gaze. “You and Richie aren’t going to slow dance together? After all those songs, this is the one you aren’t going to dance to?” 

“Well, yeah,” you chuckled awkwardly. “We’re just friends. Really close friends.” 

“Oh.. Well, I’m trying to bring Stan over so we could dance. If only I could get to him! These people keep getting in the way,” she responded. Strangely, when she said it, you weren’t offended. You were certain if anyone else did, it would feel like a personal attack to you, but Patricia wasn’t that type of person. Maybe that’s why Stan asked her instead of you. “I told him to just meet me when a slow song comes along, since he didn’t want to dance to all those other songs, but you know Stan.” 

Not knowing how to respond, you just nodded. You both pushed through the tons of people standing between you and the table, and when you finally made it, the song ended. At least there was that. They weren’t going to be dancing to your song. 

“Damn it!” Patricia said in frustration. “You should’ve just met me on the dance floor.” 

“Next song, Patty,” Stan replied quietly. “I promise I’ll go for the next one.” 

The next slow song came eventually, and you looked on as Patricia whipped Stan away to the dance floor. You were watching them intently, but unconsciously, until Richie nudged you. “You need something to wipe that nasty ass drool off your chin?” 

“Shit, do you think they noticed?” you said nervously. 

He shook his head. Then made a face that almost looked like he was thinking. “Actually.. I don’t think Patricia noticed. Stan probably did. He notices every fucking thing about you. It’s annoying.” 

“Stop fucking around with me, Rich. I don’t like that shit.” He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but you cut him off. “No. We’re done talking about this.” 

Surprisingly, Richie didn’t argue. Throughout the rest of the dance, you and Richie just sat at your table in silence. 

When it was time to leave, you and Mike were deciding who to give rides to because you had all planned on going to your place, since your parents were gone for the weekend. 

“My car has 8 seats, so I can take 8 people,” you said. You could have technically taken everyone to your house, but Ben told you that he wanted to bring Kay along so the Losers could get to know her. 

“Well, who do you think is riding with you?” Mike asked.

While you and Mike were talking it over, you felt someone tapping your shoulder. When you turned around, you found yourself staring at Stan. “Y/N… I know I didn’t ask you guys ahead of time, but is it okay if Patty comes along too? She says her parents aren’t home and she’s too-” 

“Yeah. Sure. It’s fine,” you said, before turning back around. “Okay, so Bev, Bill, and Richie are riding with me then? Ben, Kay, Eddie, Patty, and Stan can ride with Mike.”

“Y/N, I don’t have enough seats. I only have room for four people in my car,” Mike said. You would have asked Eddie to ride with you, but you felt bad at the fact that Mike would be stuck in the car with couples. While you were trying to come up with what to do, you heard Patricia speak up.

“We’ll ride with you.” 

And so they did. The car ride to your house was filled with awkward tension. You shot Beverly the occasional nervous glance, had short, almost telepathic conversations, before focusing on driving again. When you got to your place, you parked in the driveway, but left just enough space for Mike, who arrived about a minute later. Richie knew where you kept your keys, so naturally, he was the first one in your house, and everyone followed after, leaving you and Beverly outside. 

“I know you like him, but how is this so awkward all of a sudden? I mean, it wasn’t like this yesterday, or last week, or anytime before that. Why is it so bad tonight?” she asked. 

The next morning, you decided you were going to finally tell him what was on your mind right before . You walked over to his house, you knocked, but as soon as he opened the door, you found yourself frozen. It’s as if the words drove you to this deserted island, then left you there stranded. 

“Y/N, hey-”

“Bill says he wants to hang out at the quarry today, do you wanna bike together?” you asked casually. On the way to the quarry, you talked to Stan about anything and everything - except for what you really wanted to talk about. You thought, when HE brings it up, that’s when I’ll say what I need to say, but each time he made an attempt to do so, you would shoot it down. Quickly. That’s how most of your interactions went after that day. The other times he would try to bring it up you would just ignore it. Eventually, he just stopped bringing it up, and you two just acted like nothing ever happened. 

Why were you such a coward? 


SORRY IF THIS IS BAD AGAIN!!!! LMK IF I SHOULD JUST KEEP DOING THIS or lIKE IF YOU WANT ME TO DO ANOTHER THING?? 

ka-gay-amaa  asked:

im so happy i get to see soul eater on my dash (; w;)/ i love your art so much !!

Aaah thank you~ I got few Soul Eater fanarts and comics sketched but the Miraculous Ladybug Season 2 hype train hit me on my way to finishing the Soul Eater ones…

I don’t know how long it’ll last but I’ll do my best to try to post the SE ones as soon as I can… T wTb (on ariadusts account ofc).

But training too hard to adapt this boy into my style is taking all my energy left for now (same for Alya tbh)… Aaah…

And since I got already two long upcoming comics for ML, I can’t tell you it’ll be anytime soon for Soul Eater (also because adapting ML to my style is so challenging I’d like to stop by this for a bit!). = w=b I love challenge!

PS : But it might be worth to wait because once I’m into something (which I started with both SE and ML atm), I don’t drop it until I did like 10 art/comic about it! (I wish I was kidding when i say this but I got no chill sometimes). Herpes me!

A scene from @yuneyns Promptis story “Something just like this”, chapter 6. 

Please go read this. It is so heartwarming, light and happy and I think we all need stuff like this. Plus, there’s a lot of kissing going on. I enjoy reading this a lot. 

And since I am an awkward potato when it comes to properly comment something, this is my way of commenting. Thanks <3

anonymous asked:

i will say this rn: tell us what did bts or armys to make you sell your albums and change your ultimate bias group.. we promise we won’t be mad. just use your words carefully because i want to know what happened.

BTS didn’t do anything! I’m just super multi fandom and my ultimate group has changed three times since I started kpop

When I obsess over something for too long or certain group I get burnt out on them. It’s nothing they did it’s just me. I go to this process of buying all their albums then selling them and then buying another group

The only thing that hasn’t changed is my ult bias

My top five or 10 groups always stay the same but my ultimate one changes like every year

It’s quite terrible actually hahahahaha

I bet you were expecting some giant rant right? Nope just good ole me really bad at saving money
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Part 1/? With @ask-mama-germania , she’s the best mama and Luciano is definitely a difficult child to deal with!

Because give me all the negative CRs- and Luciano is probably the member of the German family Germania interacted less with.

I suck with backgrounds and everything, really, but I am trying and I’m learning.

Oh, and since my handwriting is terrible:

1- when you suggested to meet in such a remote place I knew something was not right and now I understand.
2- I thought me and Flavio finally put an end to this madness but no- here you stand, challenging me
3- Why did you buy another polo? No son of Mine should go to church looking like a hobo.
4- Good day to you too as well… mother
5- Since when do you call me… mother? And what’s with that smile? We both know it’s fake.
6- I promised Flavio I would behave in a certain way so shut up and don’t make me eat my words. He means the world to me and he seems really happy to have a ‘mom’
7- If flavio is the only reason you’re acting so friendly drop the act, I don’t care about lies…
8- …
9- What a surprise, we do have something in common after all. Now move…
10- “We only have half an hour before Mass” “Well, that’s plenty of time” “Not really” “Mh?” “You’ll see”

anonymous asked:

18, 27 + 29 reddie

18: kisses the other’s injuries better

eddie. one time richie jokingly told him to kiss his papercut to make it better and that’s exactly what eddie did (after he disinfected and put a bandaid on it). since then it’s just been something he always does

27:  trips over their own feet

richie. his feet are too big he goddamn body and my boy is anything but graceful 

29:  whines until they get what they want

both. richie does it in a very obvious way like he puts on an annoying whiny voice and eddie is just mush for it ofc and does whatever he wants. eddies whips out the puppy dog eyes and richie doesn’t stand a chance

send me a number and a ship

Drarry imagine

Summary: short Drarry imagine

Warnings: the word bitch

Imagine seeing Harry and Draco whispering to each other in potions and giggling the whole lesson with Snape looking like a bitch at them

A/N: it’s been a while since I did something that wasn’t Sherlock based. I MAY make this longer, I don’t know yet.

anonymous asked:

So how does marking someone work? You just bite someone? Or like, you gotta bite with intent or something?

Mordecai takes a moment to think before shrugging lightly. “I-I guess it’s more of a bite with intention? It’s hard to explain how to do it since it’s very much a instinct uhh but basically we have glands in our mouths that secrete…. s-something from our teeth. When we go to claim, we apply that with our bites. I hope that makes sense to you” Morty smiles weakly, unsure how well he did with his explication.

A Stage of Love

Pairing : Wonwoo x reader (feat. Mingyu & Joshua)

Genre : fluff

Words : 1,324

Warning(s) : Cursing

Author’s Note : yall please do listen to Drunken Truth by Kim Dong Ryul as it’s going to be mentioned here several times | I wrote 22yo for Wonwoo and 21yo for Mingyu, based on Korean age system. 

GIF below is not mine, all credit goes to owner.



Throughout his life, Jeon Wonwoo never lays his hands on alcoholic beverages, even when he attends parties his friends throw, he’d still choose something rather than beer. It’s not like he never tasted them before and has 0 interest in them, but it’s because he did; he did taste them and not loving it ever since. He never liked the taste of warm fermented grapes that smells sweet like cakes, he thought of them as the ‘most defrauding drink’ in the world.

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Today’s prompt was moon and stars and I’m such a sap I’m such a sap

headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)