so stay away from them dad!

things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

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Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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Collectibles scammer now collects bad reviews.

This may get long but I will do my best to reign my ramble-y self in.
(tl;dr at the end)

Names faces and some details have been changed to protect the innocent and prevent more harassment.

My little brother(in-law…known from here out as LB) told me about a decent sized FB group devoted to a type of collectible we are both into. I join the group and he tells me about this great deal he took part in. The group has sponsored vendors a.k.a. people who throw a few bucks at the group’s mod and they get a shiny star saying everyone should trust them…keyword should.

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bisexualhermionepond  asked:

Jake Peralta

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life
hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang (don’t ask how he’s both, he just is, y’all should Understand)
hogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuff
best quality: the fact that he’s literally more explicitly feminist than 90% of female characters on television (runner up: he actually owns up to his mistakes and apologises, frequently) 
worst quality: man, this boy dumb. he do so much dumb shit. so much. (I love him for it.) 
ship them with: Jake/Amy is the best and purest het ship in existence (though Jake is bi af, fight me)
brotp them with: Gina, Rosa, Charles, Terry, Holt (this is more of a dad one). boy loves his friends, boy is such a good friend, what a good, I love him
needs to stay away from: his dad. and the Vulture who needs to stop slapping his ass (hc: the Vulture is quietly bi too, and therefore needs to leave my boy Alone)
misc. thoughts: honestly I could talk about how fucking wonderful and vaguely revolutionary a protagonist Jake is forever bc like, he could have been the typical immature cis white guy who does a bunch of shitty stuff and gets away with it

and instead he’s a feminist Jewish cinnamon roll who does fuck up on occasion but learns and apologises for being an ass, and is like, the Most Supportive Friend Ever, and he loves his friends so much and he loves his girlfriend so much and respects her so much that he refused to sabotage her dates when he was still too chicken to ask her out because he wasn’t about to fuck up her life and make her choices for her just because he wasn’t brave enough to do anything

like bro he casually called out transphobia in a beloved movie and he punched a homophobe (who had up until that moment been one of his idols) in the face with barely any hesitation despite knowing the repercussions it would have

Jake Peralta is bisexual af and I’ll scream it from the hilltops I love this good pure bi boy

but also on the other hand - FUCK JAKE PERALTA FOR UTTERLY RUINING MY SPEECH PATTERN, I say ‘noice’ and ‘cool cool cool cool’ and other various ridiculous bullshit because of him, I cannot believe the audacity 

Betty’s a serpent

imagine betty being a serpent wife. like out at work/school all day but can put the serpents in their place 

bughead fanfiction

So I came up with this when the episode aired (like 3am my time) so here’s a fluffy fic about that. 

Also slightly A/U to the ending of the episode


The bell rang signalling the end of the day at Riverdale High. Betty Cooper gathered her books and headed to her locker by herself, missing the conversation she would normally have with her boyfriend Jughead Jones.

Just before FP was charged, he had managed to sign custody of Jughead over to fellow serpent Viper who promised to keep an eye on the teen. The younger Jones had also moved to Southside High and was back living at the trailer park. 

“hey betty wait up” Kevin Keller jogged to be next to her. “Archie, Ronnie and I are heading to Pop’s now, wanna come with?”

Betty shook her head as she twisted her locker combination and opened the door “Sorry Kev, I’ve got plans”

“we’ve hardly seen you in months, not after Jughead transferred. We just wana know how you’re doing” Kevin pushed on

“Really Kev I’m fine” he gave her a pointed look “I promise. I’ve just gotta help Polly with some baby things.”

“okay but next time you are so coming with us” he reached to hug her with one arm and walked away. Betty let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding and after putting away what she needed to, slammed her locker and headed out to her car. 


Kevin walked into Pop’s to see Archie Andrews & Veronica Lodge cosied up in their usual booth. “please no more pda or I might puke” Kevin said sitting down on the opposite side to the new couple.

Veronica shuffled slightly further from Archie “Is Betty not coming?” Kevin shook his head no. “Has anyone really spoken to her after Jughead left?” This time both boys shook their heads no. 

“What about Polly? She’d know” Archie suggested

“Betty said she’s helping Polly with baby things, that’s why she can’t come” Kevin informed

“Really?” Archie asked “cos she’s heading in here with her mom” As if on cue, the bell rang at the door and in walked the other two Cooper women. Polly looked around and waved at the trio as they both walked to a booth. 

“Hey guys” Polly said standing at the end of the booth “how are you?” she addressed them all

“We’re good, you look gorgeous Polly” Veronica replied “Is everything okay with the babies?” 

“Both are healthy and growing as normal.”

“D’you know where Betty is? She said she’d be with you” Archie interrupted. Polly looked speechless then looks to Alice who called her back to their table. “So they’re definitely hiding something” he pointed out “maybe we should visit Jughead, see what he knows.”

“Are you insane Archie? My dad told us all to stay away from the South Side” Kevin whispered loudly 

“Come on Kev” Veronica started “It’s one time. Plus you know some of the gang from Joaquin right?” Kevin nodded slowly “Right let’s go then.” The three walked out and to Archie’s car, Kevin getting into the back and Veronica the front passenger side. 

It was a short drive over to the serpents hang out which had changed since Kevin & Archie’s last visit to a shadier part of town. Daylight was fading fast and the only streetlights working were at the end of the street. Kevin was the first to spot the bar pointing it out to his friends “over there.” The three walked to a corner building with a neon light of a snake which was the serpents logo and the word Scorpion in green.

“when did they move?” Archie wondered out loud

“Just after FP was arrested, Joaquin and I came for his goodbye gathering here. One of the second-in-commands, Viper I think his name was, he and his wife bought this place and re-did it all. A fresh start of sorts.” 

They were a few doors away when the door to Scorpion opened and a man flew out and fell to the ground and Veronica let out a loud gasp. “You know your limit Eli and you know not to mess with Jug’s girl” the person lying down groaned in response. The man standing in the doorway looked out and saw the three teenagers but went back inside instead of saying anything. 

When they walked into the bar, there was a large crowd around a pool table with people placing bets with each other raising by $5 every time. The trio walked round to see Jughead pot the black ball with a trick shot which earned a mix reaction of cheers and groans. Having not spotted them yet, the boy who was donning his very own leather jacket shouted “Alright so whose next?”

“how bout we make it interesting?” A female voice said coming from the bar “both our legacies deserve to find out whose better.” 

“I’m game if you are” Jughead said to someone who was being blocked by the rest of the patrons. The group assumed the other legacy agreed as the crowd cheered.

Viper came to the table “alright, FP Junior vs Ali Junior. Place your bets, this should be fun.” 

As the crowd moved towards Viper, Jughead approached who they assumed to be Ali Junior and kissed her. Kevin gasped grabbing onto Veronica’s arm who in turn wrapped hers around Archies and they all stood back further into the shadows to blend in.


Jughead had approached the girl nicknamed Ali Junior and kissed her “you sure about this Bets?” 

She nodded against his forehead and kissed him again grabbing the collar of his jacket. She pulled away and whispered in a low breath “I’m so gonna kick your butt”

The wolf whistles of the serpents broken them apart “alright kids save that for later” Viper said stashing the money in his back pocket “so whose breaking off?”

Jughead looked at Betty “age before beauty of course” he replied winking

Betty shook her head smiling walking to Viper, she pressed up against her boyfriend and leaned into his ear and said “you’re so gonna get it tonight”.

The others cheered her as she grabbed the triangle to rack up the balls. The blond placed herself on the opposite side of Jughead and leaned forward to break, hoping Jughead would get distracted by her cleavage which seemed to work. The couple continued playing the game like there was no one else in the room, teasing each other and stealing kisses whenever they could until the eight ball was left. 

Neither of them had pocketed the ball in the last couple of shots so the bets went up, more betting for Jughead to win. By this point Archie, Veronica & Kevin had made their way to the front but the two still hadn’t noticed. 
The couple shared a look and Jughead nodded ever so slightly at Betty who leaned over and angled the shot so it hit two sides before ending up in the top corner pocket. Everyone cheered for the blond who had now leapt into her boyfriends arms. Viper’s wife approached the couple with two bottles of beer and whispered something to them and suddenly they looked up at their three friends.

The room went silent with everyone’s attention now focused on the three strangers. Betty who was wearing her own honorary serpent jacket grabbed Jughead’s hand for courage who rubbed his thumb on the back of hers to help calm her down. “What are you guys doing here?” she asked with her best smile on

“We could ask you the same thing Betty” Archie said looking angry “You’re with the serpents now? This is where you’ve been, with these people, instead of hanging out with your friends? Does Alice even know where you are?”

The last question caused the rest of the bar to laugh, Viper was going to speak up but Betty shook her head and replied “These people Archie, are my friends. No not just friends, family. Mine and Jughead’s.”

“Betty these people are criminals” Veronica offered

“Oh and your dad’s not?” she snapped back which earned a few whistles from the gang “Archie my mom’s a south sider, you really think I’d be here if she didn’t trust them?”

The red haired boy looked confused so Viper spoke up “Little Ali was no stranger round here, she grew up at the same trailer park too. Her and FP always getting themselves in trouble. The serpents came naturally to most people at the park, so we snapped those two up as soon as possible. When we found out our boy Jughead here was dating her daughter, we gave her Ali’s old jacket” he pointed to what Betty was wearing 

“Really Betty? Is that what happened because we can take you home if you need a ride instead of staying with the scoundrels. Please B” Veronica pushed

“Watch you’re mouth princess” the voice of another serpent who walked out from the shadows

“Don’t talk to her like that” Archie jumped in 

“Yeah? Or what?” He challenged “You gonna run and tell daddy?” Archie lunged towards the snake attempting to punch him but missed and ended up with a punch to his stomach which sent him flying backwards slightly, the other’s around cheering. 

He grabbed Archie’s jacket and had started raising his fist to punch him when he heard Jughead shout “BP don’t do it” but he raised his fist even higher until the sharp voice of one Betty Cooper cut through the crowd 

“Buster Peters Specter you put him down right now” they all moved to show Betty standing with her hands on her hips Jughead smirking behind her. 

“you got off lucky kid” BP told the boy then dropped him to the floor as Veronica and Kevin rushed to see if he was okay. The older man looked up at Betty and tipped his backwards baseball cap “sorry miss betty” who in return nodded and he walked off. Jughead helped Archie off the floor “follow us” he said as he and Betty led their friends to a room upstairs. 

Jughead unlocked the door and walked in with Betty following, Veronica spotted that the name on the door said Cooper-Jones and showed it to Archie and Kevin behind her. Inside had a large desk which was covered with then teenagers homework, two laptops (one on each end of the desk), a filing cabinet and a three person sofa which was against the side wall, above was a photo of the couple with a white dog. Betty sat down behind the desk with Jughead leaning against the wall behind her.

“Sorry about BP, he’s very” Betty looked to Jughead for the right word

“Protective” he offered “always has been” Veronica scoffed 

“It’s true!” Betty insisted “he’s the oldest of five, his parents were’t really around so he basically raised his siblings himself so he prides himself on family. I’ll get him to apologize to you Arch.”

“What about you Bets? What about your family?”

“Jughead and the serpents are my family Arch. Mom and Polly know I’m here, dad knows I’m safe here”

“Safe?” Veronica exclaimed “these people are dangerous. Just look at Jughead’s dad”

“Don’t bring FP into this, your dad isn’t a saint either Veronica” Betty bit back

“Listen guys, I didn’t come here to fight” Kevin interrupted “Betty are you happy?” 

She looked at Jughead wearing a big smile and nodded “more than ever”

“In that case” Kevin continued “WE are very happy for you, aren’t we?”

Archie & Veronica looked defeated and nodded before Veronica added looking at Jughead “but if you ever do anything to hurt my girl, you’ll be sorry.”

“Don’t worry” Betty laughed “the serpents would get to him first. they like me better” which made the room laugh.

“What’s with the Cooper-Jones sign?” Archie wondered 

The couple looked between them before Betty pulled out a necklace with a silver ring on it. “Jughead proposed last month”


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(2) I'm sorry to send this to you but I know that you're one of the people that I love the boys just As much as I but in a good respectful manner that isn't as obnoxious as some fans can be So I come to you for help to give me examples of how real and genuine exo and other idols can be to show her that they are people as well

Hi, I didn’t get the first part of this message? So I didn’t get the reason as to why she doesn’t think Exo (and other idols) are real and genuine and therefore can’t know exactly what kind of moments and things you were talking about but I will try. Please tell me if I misunderstood! (I’m sorry for making this answer so long).

Generosity and humbleness
Kyungsoo and Jongdae will not be accepting gifts from fans anymore since they feel regretful that they can’t use everything fans send them and they don’t want us to spend that much money on them. They said instead we should wish them good health on their birthdays. (x, x)

Jongdae sent Daeul and Soeul presents after visiting them. (x, x, x)
Suho did as well. (x, x)

Jongdae gives away money to charities under his baptism name. (x, x, x)

At a charity event in China this year Yixing donated 10 ambulances to impoverished areas. (x)

Exo doing charity work both after and before debut. (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Love and support towards each other and people around them
When Shinee won at the MMA’s Jongin cried because he was so happy and proud. (x)
Baekhyun said in an interview that Chanyeol cries everytime they change manager and has to say goodbye to the last one. (x)
When Suho had his v app Sehun was looking and when they spoke on the phone he told Suho not to read the comments because people were mean and what they said wasn’t true. (x around 1.18)
Yixing talking about Baekhyun’s message to him on his own birthday. (x)

Exo talking about their mothers. (x, x, xx)
Yixing sending messages to his family. (x)
Yixing’s weibo post on thanksgiving. (x)

How people around Exo talks about them
Kyungsoo’s It’s Okay, That’s Love co-star Sung Dong Il saying that when his mom past away Kyungsoo stayed with him for two nights and three days. Eventhough he’s so busy he took time to be there for his friend who was going through a hard time. (x)

Taeoh’s dad talking about Jongin after he visited them. (x, x)
Seoeon and Seojun’s dad talking about Baekhyun and Chanyeol after they visited them. (x)

A staff member from the Dream Concert 2016 talking about Exo. (x)

Heechul from Super Junior’s message to Baekhyun. (x)
Jongdae talking to an old friend on the phone. (x)

Chanyeol’s mom’s post about him on facebook. (x)
Jongdae’s mom saying on the phone that she loves Kyungsoo (and the rest of Exo). (x)
Chanyeol’s mom supporting Kyungsoo at his movie premiere and hugging him back in 2015. (x)

Conserns and doubts
One thing that makes people real are their doubts and concerns and hardships.
Baekhyun comforting Yixing when he thought he didn’t sing good. (x, x)
Jongin hugging Kyungsoo after his voice cracked during a song. (x)
Kyungsoo telling Jongin that it’s okay to cry. If he cried then he cried, it’s okay to show how you feel. (x)
Jongin talking about how depression is nothing to be ashamed of. (x)
Jongin saying that he’s been using music as healing since this year has been hard for him. (x)

Sehun being nervous on Sukira. (x)
Xiumin saying that he was so nervous recording crime scene without the other memebers that he thought “I can’t go out there alone”. (x)
Xiumin talking about his extreme weight loss and telling fans to be more careful than he was. (x)
Suho saying he came to Jongin’s exomemtary because he had noticed how nervous Jongin had been about it all week. (x)
Kyungsoo has mentioned many times that he used to have bad stage fright after their debut.

Suho expressing his conserns about making new music. (x)
Chanyeol mentioning Exo’s worries this year (he also talked about it in his mama speech). (x)
Sehun and Chanyeol talking about how things were easier when they were younger and how they only had each other to rely on then, before the worries of being a public figure came. (x)

Gratitude and love towards fans
Exo crying out of gratitude and disbelief when they’ve won big awards. (x, x, x, x, x)
Jongin crying when he heard fans screaming happy birthday and his name during his thank you speech and his reaction after. (x, x)
Yixing crying when he won Most Popular Movie OST and Most Popular Newcomer of the Year. (x)
Chanyeol talking about why he cried during his ment at Exo’luxion [dot]. (x)

Exo looking at Exo-L with so much love in their eyes it makes me want to cry too. (x)

The lyrics to Promise (Exo 2014) was written by Jongdae and composed by Yixing. The rap part was also written by Chanyeol. The lyrics are very personal to them sice it’s about their love for Exo-L. (x)

Photo’s of Yixing reading letters fans have given him. (x, x, x, x)
Yixing handwrote 300 invitations for his birthday concert. (x)

Jongdae, Yixing and Sehun saying that we don’t have to buy their albums. It’s better if we spend our money on ourselves and people we love. (x, x, x)

Kyungsoo was worried about how the fans in the audience would get home since the recording of Star Show 360 ended so late. Most of them were young girls and it was already 2am and dark outside. (x)

Exo giving us small messages of love. ( x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)

Other small things that I think show how sweet and genuine Exo are
Chanyeol and fans. (x)
Suho’s ment during Exo’luxion in America. (x)
Jongin’s gratitude in Tokyo Dome. (x)
Kyungsoo’s lotto 3rd win thank you speach (x)
Baekhyun being concered about Chanyeol during their bowling match. (x)
Jongin’s reaction to a girl’s struggle to be loved equally by her mom. (x)
Chanyeol crying during his Exordium ment. (x)
Jongin apologizing to fans for being injured and not able to dance. (x)
Xiumin talking about balance between being celebrety and having privacy. (x)
Baekhyun saying that Exo doesn’t feel good enough for us. (x)
Kyungsoo always being humble. (x)
Jongin playing a game of who can draw the best bear with fans. (x, x)
Kyungsoo talking about his family. (x)
Jongin wanting to work as a doctor. (x)
Yixing’s reaction to the rest of Exo’s message for his birthday. (x)
Kyungsoo saying that the other members are his soulmates. (x)
A list of reasons why Tao is amazing. (x)
Jongin’s v apps. (x, x)
Chanyeol’s v app after Mama awards 2016. (x)
All of Exomentary. And Exo’s live shows. (x)

What the fuck United Airlines????

I just watched the video of them assaulting that innocent passenger who was forcibly removed from his seat that he already paid for just so one of their fucking employees could fly on that flight because their moronic asses overbooked. They drag away the unconscious, bloodied elderly man like a sack of garbage after forcing him out of his seat that he shouldn’t be forced to give up BECAUSE HE FUCKING PAID FOR IT AND WAS NOT POSING ANY THREAT ANYWAY. To demean a human being like that just because they use their power to say “no” and you don’t happen to like it is fucking disgusting and disgraceful.

My family has a SHIT ton of miles with them but we’ve just decided to never fly with them again. My dad even called them this afternoon and asked, “So when will it be my turn to be forcibly removed from my paid seat, beaten, and degraded?”

Fuck them. And fuck anyone who thinks what United did was okay.

Rick and Morty Theories Master List ver. 2.2 PART ONE


~~~~~~ ALL ABOUT RICK (C-137)~~~~~~

Rick character study - Observations

  1. How is Rick so spry for 60 years old?
  2. If Rick was gone so long finding the cure for Mory’s broken legs, that his portal gun lost charge, why did he seem to only be gone a few minutes?
  3. That dimension with the cure for broken legs also cured aging, did Rick take any anti aging meds?

Rick knows he’s a cartoon character in our universe - theory

What happened to Beth’s mom? - Theories

When Unity met Rick - Theories

How much does Rick C-137 love his family?- Theories

How many times has Rick jumped realities and how many Mortys has he had? - Theories

Is there some truth in the fabricated memory? - Theories

How deep does self hatred go among the majority of Ricks? - Theories

What if Rick’s family are not actually related to him - Theory

What ethnicity is Rick? - Theories

Is Rick an Artificial Intelligence program? - Theory

Is Rick a genetically created being, designed by eyepatch Morty - Theory

Is Rick still inside a simulation? - Theory

Does Rick use the mega seeds to make himself the smartest being? -Theory

Rick has secretly been time traveling in front of our eyes - Theory

Is there a One True Rick, since there’s a One True Morty? - Theories

Rick’s politics and beliefs - Theories

Rick’s old band - Theories

Introspection is Rick’s Weakness, which leads him to self sacrifice - Theories

~~~~~~ ALL ABOUT MORTY (C-137?)~~~~~~

Morty character study - Observations

Is Morty a genetic experiment by Rick to create brain camo? - Theory

Rick C-137′s current Morty will be the one to take him down - Theory

(Part 2 will be a reblog of this with additional info)



Request: Can you do an Isaac imagine where you always leave your window open so he can sleep with you and one night you to get into a really bad fight and you close the window and he knows he messed up bad? Thanks

gif cred - fyeahdanielsharman

A/N: I tried to give this one a more happy ending than the last Isaac imagine. Okay, a lot more happy. ;)


Where he usually lay, creating a warm bubble of warmth as he tangled himself beneath the white sheets, was a cold and empty patch of mattress. If she buried her face in his feathery pillow where his scent lingered, she would breathe in his cologne, and it would almost be like he was there. 

It was around ten, not that she was paying attention, and by this time at night the town would go still, lights would flicker off, and Isaac Lahey would sneak into her window wearing a big and dopey grin, but this time he didn’t. They would sleep beside each other every night, but it was never anything more than that, him bundled around her, or vise versa, a source of comfort for the two who didn’t feel like they had anybody else.

She couldn’t sleep, so she sat up abruptly and rubbed at her eyes, walking over to her mirror and staring at the disheveled figure that blinked in the reflection. She was wearing a lacy white tank top and navy blue sleep shorts, her hair in a tangled pony, and usually bright eyes were instead sporting dark purple circles. She yawned and reached for a knit quilt which she took with her as she sat on the ledge beside her window, head tilted onto the cool glass, blanket over her knees. She breathed fog onto the window, and rubbed it away so she could stare blankly out into the starry night sky. Though she tried with all her might not to think about it, to think about him, she couldn’t help it.

“I’ll see you later?” she smiled, nudging Isaac.

His smile wavered and melted away, “actually, no.”

“Oh,” she said with surprise, “how come?”

Isaac stared at her, his next words low and soft, “because I don’t want to, and because it’s never going to happen again.”

And thus a fight had broken out between the two, one that both didn’t last long, or make any sense to her. He’d snapped, one moment himself, the next moment not, and she wanted to know how she went wrong, or if she’d hurt him. Usually by this time she’d be sleeping, and Isaac would’ve pulled her right into his chest, his arms snugly around her as if she were the only thing keeping him alive, and she would drift off into him with a smile on her lips. The longing that churned in her stomach made her sink forward into her knees with a long sigh. 

“Did I do something out of line?” she reasoned.

He was getting more angered now, his jaw pulsating, “no, it was my mistake to come at all.”

“But…I thought-”

“Thought what? Get over it, okay? Those nights meant nothing.”

It was so dark out by now that all the lights were blinked out except the sparkling ones in the sky. For a minute, she pulled open her window, letting the cool breeze from outside woosh across her face and send goosebumps to her skin. A part of her felt like if she opened that window, Isaac would appear, and it would all go back to normal. She blinked her eyes closed, remembering their last night together, which had been only a few weeks ago, weeks that felt so far away.

“Hey,” his lips twitched faintly.

They were rolled to their sides, facing each other, so close their noses almost touched. Isaac wore his jeans but had tossed his shirt to the floor, making it difficult for her to keep her eyes glued to his face. His honey colored curls toppled across his forehead, his blue eyes bright.

“Hey,” she smiled.

“Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”


“How come?”

“I guess I was just, thinking.”

“About what?”


She snapped out of her daze, blinking down at the two bright lights that appeared in the folds of darkness. They were eyes, golden ones. She took in a sharp breath and slammed the window closed, clicking the lock shut and bounding back to her bed, diving beneath the sheets in hopes he hadn’t seen her. A rustling came from outside, and then face appeared at the window, a rasp of knuckles at the glass, but she didn’t move, her eyes slammed shut as she feigned sleep. There were a couple seconds of silence, and then-


His voice was soft, broken sounding, and unmistakably Isaac Lahey’s. Just the way her name sounded coming off his lips almost sent her spiraling.

 “Please,” he tried again, a plea.

Her hands trembled and she tried with little luck to drown his voice out.

“I know you’re awake,” he said quietly, “I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He paused, voice breaking, “please, let me in, please.”

It wasn’t enough for her to open the window, but it was enough that she sat up, blinking at the boy outside. She could barely make him out, but was sure those golden wolf eyes could see her in crystal clear view. She turned her lamp on and faced Isaac, who’s eyes had lost their familiar glow, a heavy lack of sleep visible from his face and tousled curls.

“I messed up,” he said, his head bent in shame.

“Yeah, you did,” she tried to keep her voice steady.

“Please, let me explain.”

“You already did,” she snapped, mocking him, “it was a mistake.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, bringing a palm up to her window when she moved to her blinds. His eyes resumed their bright blue color, and it was a human hand that was pressed to her glass. She walked slowly to him, sinking down to the floorboards and hating herself for caving so easily. She raised her hand to the glass, pressing it against Isaac’s, and he bent forward so that his forehead could be against hers.

“Please,” he said again, blue eyes boring into her.


She let him in, the tall boy struggling, as usual, to fit himself through. He stepped into her room, wearing black jeans and a navy shirt, eyes flickering around as if to see if she’d changed anything from the last time. He took in a deep breath, like he wanted to breathe in something familiar, to breathe her in, and for the first time, she saw clearly the purple markings that circled around his neck.

“What hap-” she began.

“I needed to see you,” he cut her off, “to say I’m sorry.”

She blinked at him with a cold expression.

“I just couldn’t stay away any longer. My dad, he found out I was sneaking out, and if he’d known I was coming to see you, he could’ve done something awful,” Isaac stumbled. “I had to keep you away so he wouldn’t find you, o-or hurt you.”

“But instead he hurt you,” she breathed, looking at the bruises on his flesh.

“It’s worth it,” he mumbled, “if you’re safe.”

“But I’m not,” she said, “not without you.”

“What do you mean?” his eyebrows arched, lips bending.

“I mean the nightmares have started again, since you left,” she whispered.

His eyes flickered sadly over her face, “mine too.”

She frowned and reached for his hand, trailing her fingertips lightly over his palms. His heart hammered obnoxiously in his chest, and he took in a sharp breath, “I can’t stay.” He pulled his hand back into his chest, distancing himself from her because he knew the smallest of touches would be enough for him to never leave.

“You can,” she said, “stay.”

“No, if I got home and my dad found out,” he began.

“Then don’t go home,” she stated, the answer so simple to her.


“Stay,” she said again.

He stared at her, silence enveloping them as he searched for the right words to say, but finding none. She stood, closing the distance between their bodies and bringing her hand to Isaac’s sculpted cheekbones. When he tried to turn from her, she pressed her fingertips into him lightly.

“Don’t,” she begged. “Don’t do that thing where you push me away.”

“I can’t,” he looked down at her. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she ran her fingers along his jaw, “okay?”

He just stared at her, “how come you care so much?” His voice had dropped lower, like he was sensing something for the first time, like he was seeing her differently.

“Isaac, what were you gonna say that night, when you couldn’t sleep?” she averted the question and the tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach, “you never told me.”

“Neither did you,” he said.

Her hand dropped, and she shifted a little with discomfort.

“Was it nightmares keeping you up?” he asked.

“No, you know I don’t get them when-”

“When I’m there,” he finished.

She nodded.

“So what then?”

His words were soft and dangerous, like his next actions relied entirely upon her answer. She turned and began to pace with agitation, eyes glued to the dark floorboards, loose strands of heir toppling over her cheeks as she took in shallow breaths. 

“Hey, hey,” Isaac steadied her, hands coming firmly to either side of her shoulder, “look at me.”

And she did. Her eyes flickered over those searing eyes, and gold locks, and full lips that drove her crazy. She took in a deep breath, Isaac’s dark cologne wafting into her lungs and making her dizzy.

“Will you stay?” she asked.

He brushed back her hair and ran his slender fingertips gently up to grip her face. He had to bend down to reach her, his forehead gently touching hers, breath cool and voice alluring when he answered, “as soon as you tell me, honestly.”

She stared at him, heart racing as his blue eyes devoured her, “come on sweetheart, I just need one word,” he said. “One word and I’m all yours,” he promised. “What was keeping you up?”


And then his lips were on hers, and they became a tangled mess of body parts, her arms slinking around his neck, fingers tangled in his honey colored curls, Isaac’s hands grabbing roughly at her waist, the two going stumbling across the bedroom. She went falling to the bed, Isaac closing in over her as his lips attached hungrily back against her own, his hands crawling beneath her shirt and sending electricity through her bare skin. He nudged more forcefully into her mouth, hunger growing when she sighed and made that noise of contempt against him. His lips found her neck, and he pinned her waist down so she couldn’t wriggle as his mouth danced across her sensitive skin, tongue pressing slow into her and leaving purple marks. She tilted her head up, feeling his soft hair and hot breath against her and making Isaac go mad when she said his name the way she did. His slender fingertips went sliding down her stomach, sending shivers that made her arch her back beneath him.

He pulled hastily away, blue eyes boring into her, “you don’t know how many nights I lay here thinking about this, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to you,” he said huskily.

“So do them,” she dared.

And this time they didn’t sleep.

Manager’s Daughter- Jack Avery Imagine

Not Requested! But please feel free to request something. I mainly enjoy writing about Jack, Daniel, and Jonah, because dang those boys make me swerve lanes.

NOTE: Reminder that the boys have more than one manager so this story is not to be related to Aspen in any way. 

Word Count: 2.4K (It is long!)

It was only supposed to be for one night. That’s it. The feelings weren’t supposed to linger, and the memory was supposed to fade. You and Jack promised that you would act like it never happened. After all, both of you were “just friends.“ 

 The Why Don’t We house was normally noisy and a little hectic, but somehow, Jack had managed to get you alone. You were in their backyard, talking under the night sky. No stars could be seen, but your view of the Los Angeles lights seemed just as beautiful.

 Most of the conversation was a blur. You had asked him if he was excited for tour and there was no doubt that he was ecstatic. Performing across the country was a dream come true for Jack. You, being the managers daughter, were able to come along to some of these summer shows. You listed out the shows you could attend, and described what you were most looking forward to in each city. Your eyes lit up when you got excited, and Jack was hanging on every word. He was clearly happy that you were coming along for the journey.

 "Ya know, y/n… it really sucks that it won’t be like this next time around,” he sighed. You looked at him with a puzzled expression, prompting him to elaborate. 

 "Once you go back to school in the fall, you won’t be able to come to shows… I just- I’ll miss having you there.“ Hearing how badly Jack didn’t want to be apart from you was hard—mainly because you felt the same way. Ever since you met Jack, you guys clicked. You had only known each other for a little while, but it felt like you had been friends for years. You two shared a sense of a humor, a taste in music, and a love for pushing each other’s buttons. Traveling together had made you very close. But, because you were the daughter of one of the managers, you and Jack tried so hard to keep a friendly and platonic relationship. No romance allowed. Your father had been crystal clear about it since you met the boys. You were to be friendly, but not too friendly. 

However, in moments like these, Jack’s facade cracked. He started to slip up, to show affection, and admit how much he missed you when you were gone. All the boys knew you two were inseparable. They knew that you were head over heels for one another, but no one talked about it. The topic was off limits. Most of the time, both of you tried to restrain yourselves from being too vulnerable. But tonight, for whatever reason, you couldn’t help yourself. You desperately wanted to let yourself fall for Jack. 

 The city lights reflected off of your faces as you stared at each other. "I’ll miss you too Jack. So much. But at least I’m here for the summer, right?” He smiled back at you with that irresistible grin that only comes around once in a while. “Yeah. I like having you around. It’s just… comforting, I guess." 

A silent pause followed. You two were trying to study each other’s faces—trying to read each other’s minds for a sign of what to do next. Jack laced his fingers with yours and ran his thumb up the side of your hand. A chill ran down your spine. He was your weakness, and you were his. He seemed to be finally giving in. Your faces inched closer together, and the pace of your heart beat sped up. Your eyes danced across his face, trying to sense any hesitation. 

 Suddenly, the moment was broken when Jack inhaled sharply. "Y/n… I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. If he found out… your dad would kill me." 

You shook your head quickly. "Just kiss me." 

One of your hands rested on Jack’s shoulder and his arm slid around your waist. He threw all caution to the wind and kissed you gently. Time seemed to freeze for a second as you melted into each other. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. You smiled as you pulled away, finally realizing that this should have happened way sooner. Jack had the same love struck expression on his face. He looked down at his feet as if he was trying to conceal his smile. He would never admit it, but you always left Jack wanting more.

 But then you saw him. The initial shock of the kiss quickly wore off. You spotted a tall figure in the corner of your eye. Jonah was peering out of the large window, his eyes wide. Your heart sank to your stomach. How long had he been there? Jack’s head whipped around and his eyes met Jonah’s as well. Your hands were frantically ripped apart. The loss of connection stung. "Let’s go,” Jack muttered. The romantic mood was definitely washed down the drain. 

 You two rushed to the door and stepped inside, face to face with the one who caught you. Thankfully, he didn’t seem upset at all. Actually, he was smiling. “Finally! Oh my goodness. I have been waiting for you guys to admit your feelings to each other for forever now. Are you gonna tell-” Jack shushed Jonah and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Dude shut up. No. No one is going to know about this.” Jonah looked beyond confused and kind of pissed that Jack was making such a huge effort to silence him. “What are you talking about? Why not?” he whispered screamed at Jack. Jack glanced back and forth from you to Jonah a few times and threw his head back in frustration. “Look. Y/n and I are just friends. That- that kiss thing… that wasn’t real. Okay?”

 Well damn. That hit you like a train. It felt very real to you and now Jack was denying it in front of one of his best friends. He turned to you this time and had an even more serious tone in his voice. “This never happened. Okay? You and I aren’t together. It was just a one time thing. That’s all.” Jack’s cheeks turned red and he ran a hand through his hair. 

Your silence angered him, so he continued. “Just promise you won’t say anything… okay?”

 You could feel the tears start to rise in your eyes. You looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath in order to keep them from falling. “Yeah. Just a one time thing. I get it.” With that, you turned your back to the boys and left the house.

 As you drove home, you could only repeat one phrase to yourself over and over. “We are just friends. We are just friends.” Maybe if you could convince yourself of a lie, it would become true.

 Despite the tension that was created between you and Jack, you still wanted to see him and the rest of the boys perform. Why Don’t We was no longer just your dad’s job. The band became a part of your life too. So, you kept your promise and joined the band on the road for the Something Different tour. Being the good friend he is, Jonah never mentioned the incident to anyone, and you still had your dad fooled. He was convinced that nothing was going on between you and Jack.

 Everything seemed to be going according to plan, but you were hurting more than ever. Every time you walked into a room, Jack refused to look at you. He would act like your weren’t there. You tried to make small talk, but it was painful and difficult. How many times could you ask: “What are you wearing for the show?” and “are you excited?” if you always received the same short answers? 

 "Probably something black.“ "Yeah." 

His responses never changed.

Even though you were heartbroken, you were really good at bottling up your emotion. That is, until someone asked about you in an interview. You were sitting backstage at the concert venue, while everyone in the crew was trying to set up for the show. The boys were across town doing a livestream for some teen news publication, so you had the broadcast pulled up on your phone. All of the band members were sitting together on a couch and a man sat in a chair opposite them.

 "So… everyone is dying to know: who is single?” Everyone except for Corbyn raised their hands, as per usual. However, the interviewer looked shocked. “Really? Just one of you is off the market? Are you sure?” Jack, Zach, Jonah, and Daniel all nodded their heads in affirmation. The man rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Not even crushing on anyone?… Jack, I thought you had some girl you are with, no?” Jack shook his head in silence, trying not to look too fed up with the question. 

A picture that you had posted on Instagram a while back flashed up on the screen. You were on Jack’s back, looking happy as ever. He was holding you up with a goofy expression on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight in front of you. "Out of curiosity then, who is that?“ The answer seemed to come out of Jack effortlessly. "That’s just the managers daughter.” No doubt, he had rehearsed that line. 

 Just the managers daughter. He didn’t even admit that you two were—or at least had been—close friends. Jonah glanced over at Jack and bit his lip. He knew he shouldn’t say anything, but he wished he could. Jonah felt sorry for you; he really did. Your heart felt like it was shattering in slow motion. Every time Jack discredited your relationship, a piece of you broke. It dawned on you that if you were to drag out this awful tension for the entirety of the tour, you would leave a mess. You just wanted to go home. Of course you wanted to be Jack’s one and only, but losing the friendship really hurt too. Being around him all day wasn’t helping your situation at all. You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the ground. 

 Then, you made a plan. You would convince your dad that you were homesick. He would let you return home and stay with your mom and siblings until tour was over. Your dad would definitely believe it. You could just lie and say that you miss your friends and you were missing out on making summer memories with them, and that you wanted a normal summer break that didn’t involve any boy bands. Before you knew it, you’d be on the next flight out.


It’s so hypocritical of me to say, because I was the one running away from all of our problems, but I missed her. She was still physically with me, yet I missed her so much. We would be standing in the same room and feel like strangers. The worst feeling is having someone right next to you but feel so far away. 

That night at the show, I scanned the sides of the stage for her face. She was nowhere to be seen. Normally, she would be dancing and singing along with Jasmine, or the rest of our crew, but she wasn’t there. Maybe, I had pushed her too far away. All the negative thoughts caused my performance to lack energy, and I was hoping the crowd couldn’t tell. I’ve never been superstitious. However, I felt as if I was missing a good luck charm. Up on that stage, I finally realized that there could be thousands of screaming fans, but the audience felt empty when she wasn’t there. Her presence was unmistakeable; I fell for the way she threw her hands in the air and laughed and sang every word.

 After the show, we all ran off stage in a heap of exhaustion—mine being more emotional than anything. One of our managers, y/n’s dad, walked by. He slapped us all on the back and congratulated us on a great show. 

 "Oh. Hey, have you- uh- seen y/n?“ I asked him, out of breath. He looked a little taken by surprise.

 Nice one, Jack. He’s probably thinking: "The first thing this boy wants when he gets off stage from a sold out show is my baby girl? What is he up to?” The poor guy is still oblivious to the fact that I am in love with his daughter.

“Um… She’s on our bus. I think she’s packing… has a flight out tomorrow.” Heat started draining from my face when I heard those words. She’s leaving.

 Again. Nice one, Jack. You and your asshole self have driven her away for good.

I bypassed the rest of the crew and security and made a B line for her bus. Someone was shouting after me not to exit the venue, but I could care less. Thankfully, no fans had gotten the chance to line up outside yet, so I had a straight shot to her bus. I pounded on the door to be sure she would hear me. 

“Y/n?! I know you are in there. I need you to let me in!" 


 "Y/n! C'mon. What if I was being mobbed by fans right now? You’d have to let me in.”

 She looked down at me from one of the windows. “I know you aren’t being mobbed by fans Jack. I can see you.” I stared at her for a few seconds, trying to think of the right thing to say. It was probably the longest amount of time that we had made eye contact since the night we kissed, but neither of us wanted to look away. "What if I said I was sorry for being a jerk and that I really didn’t want you to leave?“

 I could barely see her features, but I could hear it in her voice. Y/n was crying. "Why do you care? You are Jack Avery and I’m just ‘the managers daughter’, right?” Her bitter tone was something I had never heard before. To be honest, it shocked me. Y/n’s demeanor was normally so gentle and patient. I opened my mouth to protest but she gave me no room to speak. “You are embarrassed of me,” she spat. “I thought we were so close. I thought I knew you. But is that ‘not real’ too? Just like the kiss wasn’t?” I knocked on the door again and sighed. “Please, y/n. Just let me in. We can figure this out." 

She shook her head over and over. "I don’t want to get attached to anyone anymore. It only destroys me in the end… I’m going home.”

 I bit my lip and stared at my feet. I felt truly felt defeated now. More than anything, I was scared…scared that I couldn’t fix us. "Y/n… you don’t understand.“ 

 "What else is there to understand?" 

 "To me, you feel like home.”

A Chain and a Key

Characters: tom holland x holland family x reader

Concept: tom surprises you with a small birthday dinner

Notes: not the usual kind of imagine but this concept came to me out of the blue and i built it up from there. i hope you guys love it as i loved writing it!



Tom’s hands uncover your eyes and you blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision. You’re standing in the Holland’s backyard where a big white canopy is set up in the center. A long table stands underneath it, adorned with vases filled with your favorite flowers. Rose gold spheres hang underneath the canopy, providing a vague light as the sun starts to set.

Nikki and Dom stand in front of you with their hands outstretched, pure joy etched on their faces. Sam and Paddy are clapping while Harry is holding a camera, filming the whole thing. A couple of your other friends and Tom’s are there too, laughing at your shocked face.

Your hands come up to cover your face as you turn to look at Tom, “I told you I didn’t want anything big!”

“It’s not big! Just dinner with friends and family,” he chuckles as he pulls you in for a hug.

You turn back around and greet Nikki and Dom, hugging them both as they wish you a happy birthday. Harrison and the twins hug you at the same time, squeezing the life out of you. Paddy follows after and you voice out loud that he’s grown a couple more inches since the last time you’ve seen him which he appreciates.

“Mum says I might be taller than Tom,” Paddy tells you.

Tom rolls his eyes playfully, “Not my fault I got stuck with dad’s traits.”

You greet everyone else and accept the gifts they brought for you. As Tom goes away to help his dad with the food, you stay behind and catch up with everyone.

“So how was your holiday with Tom?”

“How long have you been together, again?”

“Give us all the details!”

You laugh bashfully and take a sip of the drink you had gotten earlier. You start telling them about the beautiful beaches you and Tom got to explore together. “I have never seen water so blue and clear,” you comment. You tell them about how even though it was far away from where your original vacation was supposed to take place, Tom went out of his way to change the whole trip so that you got to visit Greece.

As the conversation drove off about someone else, you take a second to look over at Tom. His back is facing you as he stands next to his dad. They’re both focused on the food being prepared on the grill. You start to wonder how lucky you are to have not only Tom, but a wonderful family in your life. Like always, as if he had just read your mind, Tom turns around and looks directly at you. He winks at you and then mouths, “I love you” before facing his dad again.

“Hun,” Nikki places her hand on your shoulder, “Can you help me bring out some of the trays from inside?”

“Yes, of course,” you tell her as you stand up and follow her inside the house.

Several trays of food are set up on the kitchen island and you’re about to take one when Nikki stops you. “I actually wanted to talk to in private.”

She sounds serious, which makes you somewhat nervous. You rack your brain, trying to remember if you did anything to make Nikki want to talk to you alone.

“I just wanted to let you know that as a mother, I am very grateful that Tom found you. He’s always been a happy kid but with you, that happiness seems to have increased tenfold. You’re also such a joy to this family.”

“Nikki,” your voice trembles as you try not to cry. You try to think of words to say back to her but come up blank, your emotions taking over control.

She steps forward and wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re a part of the family now, y/n. I can’t wait to celebrate more birthdays with you.”

When she pulls back to look at you, you both laugh as you see the tears both of you have in your eyes. Nikki squeezes your arm before taking a tray outside. You decide to stay inside for a bit longer to try to compose yourself.

Taking a tray in your arms, you walk outside and towards the table where the rest of the food has been laid for everyone to serve themselves.

The rest of the evening, you eat, you talk, you laugh with everyone. Even though you had asked to not make your birthday a big deal, you find yourself enjoying it so much. You watch as Tom tells a funny story that makes yourself and everyone else around the table laugh. You remember Nikki’s words on how Tom seems so much happier now but in reality, you’re the one who has never been happier. He’s the reason you wake up with a smile on your face and the reason you look forward to going to the gym, even though you can barely last a minute, but it’s just because he’s there that pushes you to try.

He has made you a better you. He has made you love yourself when no one else did.

The rest of the evening carries on and soon, people start to leave. As the boys help Dom clean up, you walk out the last of the guests and start helping out too. Harry has the brilliant idea to move out the table from underneath the canopy and bring in the outside furniture.

“Could we make a campfire?” Paddy asks Dom.

“I love that idea!” You comment.

“It’s your birthday,” Tom replies with a smile and all of you start moving things around to set up the campfire.

Evening was turning into dusk quickly and Tom and Harrison got straight to work on the fire. The pit was set at the center of the canopy so everyone got to sit around it.

“We call the armchair!” Tom grabs your hand and pulls you with him towards the big armchair that easily fit two people. Everyone else takes a seat either on the long sofa or the swinging bench they brought over from the patio.

Tom sits down first and holding onto your hand, you squeeze in next to him. His arms wrap around you as your legs overlap his so that the two of you fit perfectly on the chair.

The crackling of the fire as it gathered strength was a soothing sound. It reminded you of your childhood from when you used to go camping.

“Shall I tell a story?” Dom chimes in.

“You can’t really call it a story if it’s actually a joke,” Nikki replies which makes everyone laugh.

“Seems like mum is about to take over your career, dad,” Harry chuckles.

“Shut it, Motorola.”

“I think we should do gifts,” Tom tells everyone and you turn to look at him so rapidly, you feel your neck crick.

“What do you mean ‘gifts’?” You ask, completely shocked.

“You can’t have a birthday without gifts, love,” Tom chuckles before kissing your forehead.

“Me, first!” Nikki stands up and heads inside and then comes out a few seconds later, carrying a huge book. “I hope you like it.”

“What is it?” You’re suddenly excited because if there’s anything you know, is that Nikki always gives the best presents.

You open up the book and find that it’s actually a photo album. The most prettiest flowers have been captured. Flowers of different colors, sizes, close, and far. Then you notice the similar background in all of them.

Each of the pictures is actually you holding a flower, smelling it, smiling down at it. Nikki had captured every time you admired a flower.

“This is… wow. Thank you so much!” You stand and give Nikki a huge hug. “I love it, Nikki. It’s beautiful.”

You both take your seats again and then Paddy jumps up and hands you an envelope. “Technically dad bought it but I was the one with the idea.”

You laugh as you open the envelope and take out several tickets for a Coldplay concert. You almost screech loudly but hold it in by covering your mouth. “You’re kidding! Oh my God, Paddy!” You pull him in for a hug and then turn to face Dom. “Thank you to you too, Dom.”

Dom nods his welcome and then winks at Paddy.

“I got your gift right here,” Harry tells you as he lifts his camera. “You won’t get it until a few days, though.”

“Of course. Thanks, Harry,” you smile at him.

Everyone else gives you their thoughtful gifts until it’s Tom’s turn.

“I’m guessing tonight is my gift from you,” you tell him, holding onto his arm.

“Sure, but we’re not done yet,” he tells you before he sits up. “Tessa!”

Tessa, who was laying by Paddy’s feet, suddenly raises her head. “Tessa, go get y/n’s gift! Go get it, girl!”

Tessa responds with a bark before launching herself into a run back inside the house. You raise a questioning eyebrow at Tom but he just smirks back.

Tessa comes back outside with a large yellow envelope in her mouth. She bounds straight towards you and places it on your lap. “Thank you, Tessa,” you tell her while scratching her behind the ears. You take the envelope and open it carefully. Reaching inside, you find a large packet. You take it out and hold it up as you try to read it, using the light emanating from the fire.

“Adopt… Adoption?” You read out loud and look over at Tom, confused. “These are adoption papers?”

“Keep reading,” he tells you.

You continue to read down and then you gasp. You can’t look away from the words that have completely swelled your heart with pure joy.

Tessa has just handed you adoption papers for her. Not only Tom, but now you, share Tessa as your pet.

Tessa’s head lays on your lap as you lean down to kiss the top of her head. A few tears leave your eyes but they’re tears of joy. You’ve always loved Tessa like as if she was your own and the cute thought of her bringing you the papers that make it official is possibly the best gift you could ever ask for.

“What is it?” Sam asks, with a grin on his face, showing that he most likely already knows what it is.

“Adoption papers for Tessa,” you tell them as you wipe your eyes.

Everyone starts to clap as Tom stands and raises his hands. “Wait, wait, wait! Before we start to really celebrate, I want to give my gift next.”

“Tom,” you start.

“Just, hear me out,” he chuckles, knowing you would protest.

You stay quiet, reluctantly, and watch as he reaches for his back pocket. “I never knew much about relationships. The only prime example that I have are my parents, which I can’t complain, because they’re the ideal couple,” he smiles at his parents. “Yet, somehow, meeting you and getting to know you reassured me that this is what it’s supposed to be like when you’re in a relationship. As friends, you have always been there and you still remain to be at my side no matter what, even though I know it can be difficult given what I have to do as an actor. You’re incredibly patient, kind, witty, funny, and beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you’re grateful that it’s too dark for everyone to notice.

“Basically,” he pulls out something that is wrapped in a black cloth and starts to unwrap it, “We’ve been together for a while now and I have never felt as confident as I do now to be able to give you this.”

He takes whatever was wrapped in the cloth and pulls it up. A thin silver chain comes into view and hanging from it… a key.


“Now, please don’t reject it because then I’ll look like a fool.” Everyone laughs as he hands you the chain. “I believe we’re ready for the next phase in our relationship and I hope you do too. Will you move in with me?”

You shake your head in complete disbelief as you look down at the single silver key in your hands. You look at Tessa and then at the rest of the family who are all grinning from ear to ear, waiting for your answer.

You glance at the key once again and then slowly place it around your neck. As you do, you feel it in your heart that this is the right thing to do. There’s no one else in the world you wouldn’t want to share a roof with.

You stand up and face Tom, “Yes, I’ll move in with you.” His face splits into a huge smile before he wraps his arms around you, hugging you so tightly, your feet lift off the ground. Everyone else cheers and claps around you.

When Tom finally lets go, he kisses you softly and whispers, “Happy Birthday, baby.”

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where it's like how you think each one would act around children? Sorry if this doesn't make sense as English isn't my first language

I think I got it! Also, if you can learn s second language YOU’RE A GOD.

I’m sorry this took forever T~T

Akira Kurusu

  • Doesn’t like em, doesn’t hate em
  • He’s cool with chilling with some kids
  • Like, they’d love him, he’d love them
  • But if they were like, lil shits
  • He can have fun with them, can have a funny and enjoyable conversations
  • That one guy who agrees to whatever the kid wants to do as long as it’s not like, burning down a house
  • Makes Ryuji stay far away so that they don’t learn any new curse words
  • Makes sure they are pure af and don’t have to learn the horrors of the world yet.
  • They probably remind him of our pure lil Futaba

Ryuji Sakamoto

  • Sorta dislikes em, depending on what type of kid it is
  • Unsurprisingly, he likes rowdy kids, but is able to enjoy prim, proper children
  • Cannot, for the life of him, censor himself.
  • And he feels so bad about it
  • Fears that if his temper gets the better of him that he might hurt them, so he rathers he stay away from kids
  • He’s gotta cross that fear though!! He has some of the PT help him
  • When he plays a game or sport, he let’s them win
  • Bc he would be best dad actually fight me

Ann Takamaki

  • LOVE
  • HER
  • She’s best with girls but boys also love her ;)
  • Like she braids their hair if it’s long enough, agrees to do their nails
  • Y’know girly stuff
  • With the boys, she takes them to movies, and plays with them
  • She can rough house with the guys no problem

Yusuke Kitagawa

  • Awkward as all hell
  • He doesn’t know what to do
  • Is very intimidating because he’s so lanky and tall
  • And his face always looks so serious
  • Poor kid and Yusuke
  • If its an art kid though
  • Wowie
  • They art talk 4 dayz
  • 4 dayzzzz
  • Helps them draw/paint/sketch/other
  • Idk what else to put for lanky art boy

Makoto Nijima

  • She’d be a little uptight and nervous about being around kids
  • They’d see her as a strict older sister
  • She’d know what to do from Sae
  • And what not to do from Sae
  • She’s let them run free and do whatever they like, but would make sure they don’t get hurt
  • Help them with homework and make sure that they are prepared for the next day
  • Help them study and help them in a way where they remember what she says
  • They want her to become a teacher of some sort
  • She’s a tutor for children soon enough

Futaba Sakura

  • She’d be so shy with kids
  • If she eventually opened up to the children she would be one of the best with kids
  • Considering that she basically is a kid
  • Plays tons of video games with them!
  • Teaches them how to hack
  • She enjoys her time with kids too!!
  • It’s super cute
  • She shows them all the latest memes
  • Akira or Sojiro needs to be there to make sure they don’t get hurt
  • Everyone likes to see her with children because IT’S SO FREAKING CUTE AHHHHH
  • Most girls wants to braid her hair!
  • Her hair is so long and straight and beautiful
  • She likes taking the kids out for treats!
  • Basically, kids love her, she loves kids

Haru Okumura

  • Very polite with kids!
  • Probably knew kids and talked to them when she was helping out with the food business
  • Haru is great with kids, actually
  • She’s so kind and sweet that the kids love her!
  • She enjoys gardening, so she will garden with them if they like gardening
  • She makes sure that the kids want to do something before she agrees to do it
  • Basically she’s a pushover that everyone loves and respects
  • Knows what not to do as a parent
  • She knows exactly what the kids want and how to make them happy
  • She’s just an angel okay.
  • I’ll punch you if you hurt her

Goro Akechi

  • OKAY:????
  • He knows what to do from his parents fuck ups
  • *coughs* Shido *cough*
  • He’s so nice to children
  • Basically he’s like pls don’t end up like me
  • He enjoys time with kids.
  • It’s actually so sweet i’m crying
  • Also, he’s kinda stiff and uptight about it, but he does eventually warm up
  • Younger kids usually don’t recognize him/ know who he is
  • And that is a breath of fresh air
  • He especially likes being around foster kids/ children in adoption centers
  • Some of the older kids know who he is, but at least they don’t bash him for not liking the phantom thieves.
  • Please be kind to my asshole son.
Sardonic Humour

Request: Could you do a jughead x reader fic where they’re best friends, and basically the same people, always roasting everyone in their friend group. (Betty, Archie, etc) jughead is always comforting the reader and when Veronica comes to school, she thinks they’re dating cause they way they treat each other. Then they start cuddling and lots of fluff

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you for the request, this was a super cute idea! I really enjoyed writing this! Remember, requests have recently been closed!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by stydiaislove

“You’re really telling me they aren’t dating?” Veronica asked, her voice hushed but surprised as her eyes focused on the pair in front of her. Betty laughed, amused by her new friends surprise.

“Yup.” She smiled, also looking over at the pair. Archie blinked, confused of what they were talking about, and snapping out of his musings, he turned around staring in the same direction as the ladies before him. Smiling knowingly when he saw who the two were looking at.

“Jughead and Y/N?” Archie grinned, turning back to Betty and Veronica. 

“Yeah, but she’d totally right. They’re like endgame.” Kevin agreed.

Veronica laughed at Kevin, before letting her head rest in her palm. “How long have they been friends?”

“For as long as we can remember. Even before Archie and I were friends. Even before Archie and Jughead were friends.” Betty explained, turning back around so she didn’t get caught staring at two of her best friends.

“I think we should set them up!” Veronica proposed, clapping her hands together excitedly. Betty smiled, suddenly excited by the idea and Kevin immediately agreed. All three of them turned towards Archie, expectedly as they waited for his answer. He remained silent.

“I don’t want to meddle in their affairs….” He mumbled. 

“Oh Archiekins, we will be helping them! Has Jughead ever said anything about liking Y/N?”

“Not exactly, but he does always talk about her.” Archie thought back, nodding faintly.

“And Y/N is always gushing about ‘Juggie’.” Betty threw in.

“Then it’s settled. We will make a plan and set them together.”

You could feel eyes on you the minute you walked into Pop’s diner. Though you brushed it aside and the deep feeling that something was going to happen, bad or good, and walked over to her regular table with Jughead. Jughead immediately closed his laptop upon seeing you and smiled up at you.

You waved in greeting, sliding in the seat beside him as you huddled next to him. You noticed he already had your favourite drink, a strawberry smoothie ordered and in front of you, you smiled. “You didn’t have to Juggie.” You bumped his shoulder, already knowing about his living conditions and how money was sparse with him.

Jughead often spent nights at your house. Your mom was never home and you didn’t have a dad, so often you were by yourself. Jughead stayed to keep you company and you didn’t have to worry about whether he was safe or not.

“I wanted to.” He shrugged and you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. He let a small smile slip and letting your eyes wander, you saw your best friends and the new girl setting in a booth a few seats away from you.

“Happy good times are here as well.” You laughed, teasing your group of friends secretly. Jughead leaned over, catching sight of them as well, seeing them staring at you and you rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Hey, Juggie?” 


“When are we gonna tell them about use dating?” You asked, staring up at Jughead. He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

“Don’t know. Why?” He asked.

“I just feel like their up to something.” You shrugged, little did you know how right you were.

All week was awkward. Well just strange. Your friends had spent the entire week trying to throw you and Jughead together in awkward, intimate moments. You’d known you were right last weekend when you though they were up to something, only you didn’t think they’d go to such depths to try and put you together.

You and Jughead had chosen to keep your relationship a secret seeing as you both were quite introverted. But, you’d always wanted to tell them, just the two of you never really got around to it. But now, you and Jughead had both agreed that this whole trying to set you up thing was becoming tiresome.

So, one night at Pop’s before they all could run off you and Jughead had cornered them, demanding answers. “So, besties, what’s happening?” You asked, a wide grin on your face as you sat next to Jughead. You were practically on his lip, his arm arounds your waist and him leaning behind you.

Archie, Betty and Veronica sat squished in front of you, grins on their faces at your guys positions but a guilt look plastered on their faces. “We don’t know what you mean.” Betty shrugged, trying to play it off cool.

Veronica shrugged as well. You laughed. “Okay, ninjas we know you’re up to something. What are you trying to do?” Jughead asked, a bored look on his face. You elbowed him, telling him to take more fun of the situation.

“They wanted to!” Archie suddenly said, Veronica and Betty looked over and glared at him before V sighed.

“Listen, we just thought you two would make a cute couple so we’ve been trying to set you two up. We, I, don’t know why you aren’t together already, but whatever.” Veronica explained.

You suddenly started laughing, and Jughead rolled his eyes, leaning up to rest his head on your shoulder. “That’s sweet guys,” you smiled sincerely. “but….” You started, turning to Jughead who looked back.

“We’re already together.” Jughead finished for you, and you smiled. Looking back at your friends, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at their blank faces.

“What!” Betty shrieked, staring confused. Archie had his mouth open and Veronica just smirked, “how long?”

“A year?” You guessed, it was approximately around there.


“And you never told us?” Archie asked, finally closing his mouth.

“We just never really thought it was that important.” Jughead shrugged, taking a bite out of his burger. The three in front of you shared at look at each other as you two fell into your own conversation, smiling at each other. 

Even though you hadn’t told them, they couldn’t help but smile in amusement. You and Jughead were just two cute for your own good.

John and Mary’s A+ parenting

If season 12 has shown us anything, it’s how very similar John and Mary actually are. Here are some of the most obvious instances:

1. Not taking it for valid/not being happy about their son’s rightful anger and/or hurt and trying to forbid it:

“You’re right. Although I’m not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you’re right.” - John to Dean (1x21), after Dean calls him out on the fact that they were never able to reach him when they needed him. Because it’s completely unreasonable for Dean to feel angry and deeply hurt that John didn’t bother picking up the phone when Dean was dying.

“Do not give me the face.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), when he rightfully looks at her in utter disappointment and betrayal after her confession. Dean didn’t even say anything yet, but apparently he’s not even allowed to look at her in a certain way to express his feelings.

2. Looking pleased and proud when their son is catering to their every need, while he puts himself and his own choices/wishes last:

John’s speech to Dean in the hospital (2x01) and his elated smile while he talks about how proud he is of Dean for taking care of Sammy and their whole family his entire life, sacrificing his own childhood in the process. And then basically telling him to continue to do so.

Mary looking so delighted and pleased (12x14) when Dean tells her that she can make her own choices and his feelings on them don’t matter.

3. Forcing one of their children into the position of having to choose between their parent or brother, and thus causing a rift in their relationship:

John’s parentification of Dean and making him responsible for Sam’s well-being, while at the same time brainwashing him into following his orders which more often than not had nothing to do with Sam’s best interests. Thus putting Dean into the impossible position of making both of them happy with his actions (basically all their childhood and season 1).

Mary trying to convince Dean to talk to her and agree with her on working with the BMoL and when it doesn’t work, contacting Sam even though she knows that Dean is completely against it. Thus playing/manipulating them against each other and forcing Sam into the situation to pick between his mom and his brother (12x14).

4. Lamenting about what they want for their children, instead of asking them what they actually want/need.

“I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want….I want Mary alive. It’s just….I just want this to be over.” - John to Sam (1x21). It would have been in John’s power to give them at least some of these things. He could have encouraged Sam to go to college and he could have given Dean a stable home while growing up. Nobody forced him to drag his children around the country and letting them live in shitty motel rooms, when they needed exactly the opposite. But his thirst for revenge and his guilt were stronger than his need to provide some safety and support for his children.

“We’ve got a real shot here. A world without monsters. A world where you and Dean don’t have to hunt, where you can have normal lives. (…) You were going to school, to college. (…) That’s why I’m doing this. That is what I’m fighting for.” - Mary to Sam (12x14). A lovely thought, sure. But does she ever ask if that’s even what they want anymore? Sam tells her that he chose this life. He’s been content with his life and hunting during the last two seasons and at peace with himself like we’ve never seen before. Dean even told her in the very first episode after she came back that this is their life and that they’re doing something good and that it’s worth it. They’ve grown up and their lives may not be what Mary envisioned, but her desire to change the status quo comes from her own needs and guilt and nowhere else.

5. Abandoning their sons when they need them and only showing up when they feel like it/need something.

John leaving them alone for days/weeks in shitty motel rooms when they were only children. John not being accessible for them, when they desperately tried to contact him (1x09, 1x12). John deciding they’re better off on their own (1x16). John leaving Dean to rot in jail and when Dean ended up at Sonny’s place instead, taking him away when he needed him with no regard to what was going on in Dean’s life at this point (9x07). To name a few instances.

Mary leaving (12x03), when Dean and Sam were so excited and happy about getting a chance to know her and be a family. Leaving, despite Sam having told her just before that having her here fills in the biggest blank in his life (12x02). Leaving, despite the way Dean physically recoils from her when she tries to touch him because she’s hurting him so deeply by doing it (12x03). And then staying away from them, barely making any effort to get to know them, and only reaching out to them when she needs something from them (12x12, 12x13, 12x14).

6. Not being a mom/dad first.

“I stopped being your father and I became your drill sergeant.” - John to Sam (1x20). John was always “Sir” first. He was their drill sergeant, as he himself puts it. He expected blind obedience, instead of offering guidance and support. He didn’t even bother celebrating birthdays or holidays with his children.

“I am your mother, but I’m not just a mom. And you are not a child.” - Mary to Dean (12x13), after he asks her to try and be their mom for once. He never asked her to be “just a mom”. But he asked her, quite rightfully, to put them first for once. To think about how it’s been for them. And to have her throw those ugly words “You are not a child” in his face in response, when that’s exactly what his life has been like ever since he was four years old, was the worst thing to witness. Also - because I mentioned it for John, too - Christmas and Dean’s birthday have come and gone since Mary is back and considering the way Dean is being so openly disappointed about the lack of time she’s spent with them, I doubt she was there for either of those days.

I’m sure there are even more examples, but my heart hurts too much right now thinking about this. Maybe I’ll add things later (Mary is still around to provide more evidence after all).

I would have loved to make a gifset of all these instances, but sadly I haven’t got enough skill. If anyone wants to make one based on this post I’d be eternally grateful!

anonymous asked:

Hello ! How would each jojo be like as an older sibling ? would there be differences in how they would treat a younger sister or brother ? (it can stay gender neutral if you want !) (i know it's 5 characters max, but i couldn't choose between the jojos ;_;)

[ Ok cos I don’t Jojolion I wont do Jo2uke haha sorry about that :’) it might also be a bit short for each of them since there’s so many :( Also ya i kept it gender neutral <3 ]

- Jonathan would be the best big brother you could ever wish for, he’d do anything for you and even take the blame from dad for you too. 
- You want a midnight snack? Jonathan is on it, creeping downstairs to steal you a cookie just to make sure you were happy.
- If you were in a bad mood Jonathan wouldn’t leave you alone until he managed to get you to cheer up again be it with some very bad jokes or small Hamon tricks. He’s the caring older brother type.
- He’s such a sucker for you too, whenever you were to compliment him or tell him how cool he was calling him the best Big Brother Ever he’d just puff his chest up with pride. Flashing you a smile.
- He’d love to play with both you and Danny at the same time too, passing a frisbee between him and you in the backyard as Danny tries to catch it. 

- Joseph would be that one brother you have a love hate relationship with. Like, all your socks mismatched on purpose, or the salt and sugar being switched up, he just like playing small pranks but would apologise afterwards.
- He’d love to teach you a bit of Hamon too, not for battle but for just for tricks to show off or maybe a bit of self defence.
- Though he won’t take the blame for you, you bet Joseph would talk back to Grandma Erina for your sake if he feels like you’re not in the wrong, this usually ends up with the both of you getting punished instead.
- If you came home in a bad mood though Joseph would definitely ask you what’s up, if its something he can help with he would, he’s still a loving brother and would want to see you smile all the time.
- If you need help with homework and Joseph is free, he’d totally be your personal tutor, bullying you if you got it wrong and congratulating you if you’re right.

- Jotaro just doesn’t interact much with you, other than the occasional Hi Bye or asking you where things are he doesn’t really bother.
- But he’ll get super protective if he ever finds out anyone is bully you, he doesn’t care who if you come home crying or beaten up the next day your bullies are magically in the hospital. He’ll never admit it but you can tell by his slightly scuffled look that day that he beat them up for you.
- He’d occasionally show signs that he does care for you quite a bit, like sharing some desert with you if he knows you had a bad day. Or nonchalantly leaving notes on your work explaining how to solve the question you couldn’t solve.
- Holly is too nice to ever actually punish the both of you but Jotaro would give you a warning if you ever stepped out of place thus he ends up being the one to teach you right and wrong.

- Josuke is the Best Friend kind of brother. Going to the arcade together, or bringing you out to lunch, maybe even being willing to spend some of his saving on you.
- He’d also bring you out to karaoke and introduce you to his friends so all of you are just one rowdy bunch of excited teens having fun together.
- Josuke would get super overprotective once you reach the dating age though, not wanting to see you get your heart broken so before dates he’d would have already threatened your partner not to hurt your feelings but you won’t ever know he did something like that because the last time you found out you ended up scolding him instead.
- Josuke would also share haircare products and tips with you, though you don’t share the same sentiments about your hairstyle like he does you still enjoy having silky smooth hair.
- You’d also never be hurt, ever cut or scratch no matter how small would be immediately healed up with Crazy Diamond the moment he notices.

- Giorno would be the Best Brother! Being bullied when he was a kid lead to you getting some of it to, but if anyone comes to mess with you Giorno would immediately step up to take the hit instead.
- He hates to see you hurt and would much rather take the fall for you. He’s the quiet brother kind, so you won’t know when he does get hurt in your place. He doesn’t want you to worry about him.
- When he gets older though he’d try to leave you out of the mafia but still use it to take care of you. If you want something expensive he’ll get it. If you want an ex to leave you alone, he’s on it.
- He’d also feel super responsible for you since you’re each other’s only family. Giorno would protect you with his life and he know you would do the same for him. So when it came to Passione in the later years, fully expect him to make sure everyone had an eye out for you.

- Jolyne would be a great older sister, she sees that since dad isn’t always here for you, she tries to fill that part of your life so you don’t feel as lonely.
- She’d be the kind of sister to lend you her makeup and music CDs whenever you wanted maybe spoiling you a little in the process.
- Instead of mom lecturing you, it’ll be her. Jolyne just wants to make sure you don’t grow up to be a spoilt brat but in all honestly she rarely does end up scolding you, but gives you the “ I’m disappointed in you” talks instead.
- If you like shopping, be sure as hell that she’s bringing you out to buy whatever you want. She herself spending a lot of time getting her own fashionable clothes and makeup.
- She’d also be super close to you, loving to hear whatever relationship updates you have. Hearing you talk about someone you like or even getting together with them is interesting to her. She’d try to give you ‘ relationship advice’ though it usually turns out horribly.

- Johnny would be the most perfect older brother, he himself having an older brother Nicholas, he just wants to be that figure in your life too. Making sure you never feel any bias against you in the family.
- If dad were to scold you he’d step up and take the full blame for you regardless. He feels like since dad already hates him he might as well take the hit for you so you’d live a better life than his.
- Johnny would also love bringing you out to the racetracks to ride with him and teach you everything about horses that your dad wouldn’t teach you [because he thinks you’re not ready.] Johnny calls that bullshit and just wants to see you happy.
- He’d be the most heartbroken to leave you after he runs away from home, secretly still getting people to write to you and update you on his wellbeing telling you not to worry or if dad is being mean you should “ Run away too! Stay with me. I can take care of you.” 

papercuts-and-heartbreaks  asked:

Omg I loved the Spideypool! It’s so cute and I cried at the second one! I have a prompt if this doesn’t get lost lol. Maybe a cute fluffy one where they meet as kids, idk about Pool’s parents, but there’s definitely Super!family (Stony FTW lol) as Peter’s family, and maybe having powers from young or maybe not, that’s up to you. But I would love to see something like that💜💜

So I don’t write about kids or really even the super-family thing, but like…

Little Peter in second grade being the smallest kid in class, and Wade being the biggest kid.

But Wade sits in the back and sort of hides because he was in an accident when he was little and has all these scars on his face.

And the other kids (because kids can be terrible) pick on him, call him dumb because he doesn’t talk much and his voice sounds funny from the scarring in his throat. Call him ugly because of the scars and when a little girl was dared to sit by him she cried because he looks like a monster.

But Peter has Cap for a Dad, who has zero tolerance for bullies, and Tony for a Pop who has told him every day since preschool that when someone needs help YOU HELP THEM.

So that one day when Francis keeps throwing paper at Wade, and Brock is laughing about it, Peter decides enough is enough.

He stands on his desk and launches himself at Francis and tries to pummel the crap out of him.

A fight breaks out, the girls are screaming, the teacher is calling Mr and Mr Rogers and a very amused Wade just lifts scrappy Pete off of a howling Francis and sets him back on the desk.

“What’r ya doin?” Wade asks and Peter balls up his fists and shakes them in Francis’s direction and shouts—

“Bullies won’t be tolerated!” And he sounds so much like his Dad, his Uncle Bucky would die laughing. But then he turns back to Wade and frowns something fierce. “And I don’t understand why they’d pick on someone cute like you anyway.”

Wade can’t say anything to that, because Peter is being called down the principals office and suspended.

But when Peter comes back to school three days later, Francis avoids him, and Brock tries to stay away from him, and there is a tiny bouquet of dandelions on his desk with a note signed WW.

Peter just grins and raises his hand to answer every question and Wade watches from the back of the class with a smile.

He’s probably too young to have a boyfriend but he’s still gonna try and hold Pete’s hand at recess.

anonymous asked:

Could you do the otp thing with Matt Murdock please?

who’s the one to wake up the kids: Matt. That is if he’s not passed out, or stranded somewhere because of his work. His hearing is so good he can hear the second the kids move, so he gets up really easily.
who makes the breakfast: You. Matt can’t cook anything to save his life. He can make eggs, but they’re burnt. Matt’s the only one who likes it that way. You can make really good pancakes and french toast, which pleases everyone, including Matt.
who’s the one to cry for everything: You. Matt cries sometimes, but usually keeps his emotions bottled up pretty well. You’re not a big crier, but definitely more than Matt.
who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: Matt is more disciplined, because that’s the way he was raised. You’re more lenient, and try to get him to let up on some stuff and just have fun. It’s hard for him because of all his training and stuff, but he lets go when he’s with you and the kids and knows that everyone is safe.
who helps with the science fair: Matt and Foggy create amazing stuff, so the kids go to them and they bullshit some fabulous thing that makes a huge mess, but makes the kids win the science fair. This usually happens late at night, and they make a mess on purpose.
who does baby talk: Both. Matt does it a lot more than anyone expected. You did it immediately, and Matt at first came up with some really weird names because he didn’t know what to say, but wanted to express his love for his kids (aka he’s Leslie Knope describing Ann with strange, flattering names)
who wakes up for midnight feedings: Matt. If he’s home, of course. His hearing is too good. He’ll know the kids are about to wake up before they even do.
who’s the one who always worries: Matt. He’s nervous about bad things happening to the kids, and you have to constantly reassure him that everything will be okay, they even have a masked vigilante looking after them.
who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: Matt sleeps during the day if he doesn’t work, so not him. Sometimes you’ll pick the kids up, or let them stay home from school, so you can all cuddle in bed together. Your kids enjoying puzzles, coloring, and board games, while their dad sleeps in the background.
who’s the competitive parent: Both. Matt has always been competitive, so he is always kinda ready to fight. You don’t like anyone who thinks they’re better than you or your kids, which makes you feisty a lot.
who kisses the ouches: Both. Sometimes the kids have to kiss Matt’s ouchies, so he returns the favor. Of course you do, too, especially because he’s away a lot.
who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: Well, not Matt. (i’m sorry) But honestly, the kids whine and he pretty much melts in their hands. Although, you cannot stand their beautiful sad eyes, so the kids kind of get their way a lot.
who makes the “dad jokes”: MATT. He also makes a lot of sight jokes, which always make you and the kids angry laugh because they’re so bad but so good.
who embarrassed their kid for fun: Doubtful of either. You’ve both probably done it accidentally, but I don’t see you doing it on purpose.
who’s the over protective one: Matt. He’s seen too much shit, and had too much happen to him in his childhood to not. You tell him that you grew up in Hell’s Kitchen and turned out just fine, and so will your kids.
who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: Matt. Although he rarely follows his own advice, and you’re the one to tell him to take a sweater. He is such a mess, he doesn’t do anything to take care of himself, yet expects his kids to do it somehow.

Support 1 (SHIELD)

Originally posted by nerdysuccess

Reader just revealed her pregnacy to ex boyfriend Dean Ambrose, who refused to get back together or even be there for her. Luckily she has two other guys in her life who’s willing to do just that: ANGST


Warnings: NONE


“Y/N. Wait up.” She heard Seth call out to her as she tried to make a quick escape.

Hearing him call out to her only made her speed up more.

She just wanted to get the hell away from this fucking arena.

Usually running wouldn’t be an option for her but after the humiliation her ex just put her through it was her only option.

“I know you heard us calling out to you.” Roman said gripping onto her wrist.

Roman stopping her only gave Seth time to catch up.

Y/N scoffed snatching her wrist from Roman. “So what if I heard you two?”

“Hey, we are not Dean. You don’t need to be acting like this with us Y/N.”

Hearing that name only made her mind replay the still slightly fresh conversation she’d just had with her ex.

While also bringing tears to her brown eyes.


“Dean I didn’t come here trying to get you back…” Y/N said standing across from her ex boyfriend, Dean Ambrose.

Wwe’s lovable lunatic.

And the guy who once had her heart in the palm of his hands, until he smashed it into pieces a little over 2 months ago.

“…I just thought you should know, you’re gonna be a dad.” She finished.

What came out of his mouth next quickly sent her on a downward spiral.

First it was the laugh that came from his mouth, that didn’t make sense.

This wasn’t a laughing matter.

At least not to Y/N.

Then it was the dreaded sentence.

“Don’t come at me with this, Y/N.” Dean began with a crazed look. “I’m not stupid. There’s no way in hell that’s my baby. If there’s even a baby. For all I know, you could be faking trying to get me back.”

That marked the start of the tears.

Oh and did she mention that he was playing her like this in front of his two friends?

Two friends who she’d came to know so well, Roman and Seth?

Well, yep he did.

She begged him to take it outside but he insisted that she could talk in front of the guys.

And like a fool Y/N fell for it.

Played right into him playing her.

“Dean.” She said her bottom lip starting to tremble as she fought back the tears as long as possible. “You know I wouldn’t come here with this if it wasn’t yours. Besides you’re the only guy I’ve been with. There’s only been you.”

Dean sighed and came over to her lowering his head to whisper in her ear.

And a part of Y/N thought this was it.

She’d finally broken through his stubbornness.

But once again she was wrong.

“There’s not even me.” Dean whispered.


“They way he’s treating you is wrong. But we’re gonna be there for you.” Roman spoke, bringing her back to reality.

“Yeah.” Seth said nodding in agreement. “We’re gonna be there for you through it all, cravings, birth, changing diapers–”

A laugh followed by sniffling from my crying, escaped my lips as Seth continued to name random things. “I get it, Seth.”

Seth held his hands up with a grin. “Hey I’m just saying. Me and Ro will even be there for him or her’s graduation.” He finished and it was Roman’s turn to nod.

“You don’t have to worry about being alone.”


And as the months passed by Roman and Seth kept to their word.

They stuck by me, being my support system.

Staying through the cravings, even though I only bothered them when they were back home from traveling, but that was pretty bad in my mind.

They had to spend their rest time being bothered by a hormonal pregnant women but there weren’t any complaints.

Kinda like having two honorary baby daddys.

But uncles.


“Dude, she’s so precious.” Seth said admiring my newborn baby girl who he held in his arms.

I smiled, replying with a simple thank you.

“Can I hold my own baby?” I questioned him after with my arms open.

“In a sec.”

Just then the door opened, and Roman made his was back into my room, but he wasn’t looking as happy as he was a few minutes ago.

“Something wrong?” I asked curiously.

Roman shook his head. “Uh, no. Everything’s fine.” He mumbled and I knew he was lying.

“Roman, what’s wrong?”

“Dean was…” He sighed. “Dean was out in the waiting area.”

I frowned hearing that name.

Why does he want to show up now?

How did he even know I gave birth today?

“I don’t want to see him.” I said still watching Seth walk around the room with my daughter.

“And that’s understandable.” Roman said also looking over at my daughter. “You know she’s got your beauty.”

A tear fell from my eyes leaving behind a small wet spot on my hospital blanket.

My daughter did look like me.

But she also looked like her dad.

Like Dean. Especially in the eyes.

This is gonna be hard, I told myself.

Why couldn’t he just stay away? He’s been staying away my whole pregnacy, not one text, or call. But now he shows up here?

What happened to it not being his baby?

I shook my head to myself.

I will always have so many questions, and no answers, as to how things turned out this way.

And I’m sure my daughter would have some regarding her dad and it’ll be hard answering them but one thing the both of us will have would be tons of support from Roman and Seth.

And that’s enough to make me happy.

“What’s on your mind?” Roman asked looking at me.

I smiled. “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you and Seth. And how lucky my baby will be.”

He flashed me a smile back.

Ugh! I thought to myself. Imagine how different things would’ve been if I had accepted that date with Roman instead of running off with Dean?

Just imagine.

I’m sure he’ll treat me right.

One things for sure tho, if I ever got a second chance with Roman, I wouldn’t be stupid.


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Hunters Academy - Introduction

Word Count: Around 2200

Summary: The reader is looking for a way forward in life. A cryptic business card may provide her with a new opportunity at an unconventional school.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

Special thanks and shout out to @misguidedconqueress for reviewing, editing, suggestions, and as always putting up with me.


Your fingers eagerly tore through flimsy envelope, hoping your suspicion would be confirmed. Tossing the envelope aside, the single piece of paper crinkled in your hand as you read:

Your application appears to be promising. Make it to our location by September 31st and consider yourself accepted into the program. If you’re running late; don’t bother showing up at all. Good luck.

The letter was only signed with a black star surrounded by a circle of flames. The all too familiar mark of a hunter. Your mother made you wear a charm throughout your entire childhood. Even after her death when you were ten, you chose to wear it; the bracelet had become a part of you. It wasn’t until your 16th birthday you got it permanently tattooed on the side of your left rib cage. When your foster parents found out, they were furious. They never understood you though, nor your obsessive behaviors when it came to salt, holy water, and silver.

You were forced into psychological testing and tried your best to fake normalcy; to pretend everything was okay, to pretend the things that went bump in the night were just figments of the imagination. But your mom had raised you better. Instead of taking the prescribed pills, you just became better at hiding your secrets; convincing the world you had become cured. You had become so good at hiding you even convinced yourself… for a while.

It had seemed like just a phase. You went off to college to make your foster parents proud. But sophomore year was finishing up and you were running out of general education classes to take in order to avoid settling on a major. It wasn’t until you were spending a weekend back home, rummaging through storage, when you stumbled upon the box you had brought with you when you first arrived. You began pulling out memories; tattered gloves and a small scarf, wings you and your mom had made for a halloween costume, drawings of your mom fighting off monsters that probably were psychoanalyzed up the wazoo, and a small purse you used to collect key cards from your favorite hotels.

But what was most important was her journal. It was bound in brown leather, its corners and pages worn. You flipped open to the page bookmarked by your charm bracelet. Your fingers traced over the ink, almost being able to recall the sound of her scratching down details. She lived on through the words, still finding ways to speak to you. As you flipped through the pages, a plain white business card slipped out. On the front was simply printed “Academy” and the anti-possession symbol. On the back “Send Application” and a PO Box address in Nebraska.

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I’m probably not the first person to come up with this but….Trans girl Stephanie??

- Sportacus would be so supportive and proud of her and would help her when she’s coming out to all her friends

- “I’d like to introduce you to Stephanie! She wants to be called Stephanie now, and she wants you to use she/her pronouns!”

- when it comes to coming out to her uncle she’s very nervous but Sportacus is by her side the whole time and it actually goes very well

- Sportacus would try to help her cut her hair and try to help her pick out some dresses but fashion isn’t this man’s forte.

- so he takes her to Robbie and he’s like STEP BACK, SPORTAFLOP. I GOT THIS

- and he just spends the whole day pampering her and using all these gizmos to style her hair and he digs through his massive collection of disguises to find some dresses for her

- both Sportacus and Robbie have different ways of teaching Stephanie how to deal with transphobic people. Sportacus says you should try to educate them or just stay away from them, and Robbie says you should crush your enemies with your amazing fashion sense and how you’re so much better than everyone else.

- two supportive dads helping their trans daughter I love it