sorry kelly it took so long!

a small guide to recognizing the newsies

hello !!! sorry this took so long to answer, tumblr would not cooperate :/

i pointed out each newsie here at least once for you, though a few of them are named more than once because it was a better view of their face or because i forgot i labeled them already

hope this helps !!!

anonymous asked:

ok I want your thoughts: fave songs the mutant boys like to fuck to? very important

OHHHH SHIT (sorry this took so long i basically made mini playlists for the boys)

Peter

two weeks///fka twigs, you can///body language, rasberry beret///prince, urgent///foreigner

Scott

lovers and friends///lil jon and the east side boyz, all i want///rossi, dangerous woman///ariana grande, freak like me///adina howard

Alex

lullaby///the cure, supermassive black hole///muse, bang a gong (get it on)///t. rex, kiss it better///rihanna

Erik

the morning///the weeknd, desire///meg myers, bad woman///arctic monekys, the thrill///miguel, do you wanna touch me///joan jett

Hank

TOUCH///troye sivan, flesh///simon curtis, primetime///janelle monae feat. miguel, motivation/// kelly rowland, fallingforyou///the 1975

Charles

verse///rhye, pull me down///mikky ekko, closer///kings of leon, simple things///miguel

Sean

get on your knees///nicki minaj feat. ariana grande, million///tink, dim all the lights///donna summer

Kurt

worship///brandyn burnette, earned it///the weeknd, crazy in love (remix)///beyonce, sex calls///harrison brome

Warren

cherry pie///warrant, pour some sugar on me///def leppard, closer///nine inch nails, whole lotta love///led zepplin,

anonymous asked:

Percy is the lead singer of the rock band Heroes of Olympus, and their first big gig is opening for superstar Annabeth Chase's world tour.

I love this. I love it. I want to write this whole series.

*

This isn’t Percy’s first show. He’s been on plenty of stages, knows how to work a crowd, manages to sing and pluck at his guitar and make faces at his bandmates all at the same time, but God only knows how he managed to score such a perfect gig. Really, sharing a stage with his best friends, playing the kind of music they could only dream of while practicing in shitty garages in high school? Travelling the world? Opening for Annabeth Chase?

“You’re going to do great out there.”

Percy nearly jumps out of his skin. He turns, and there she is, standing just behind him side stage next to a small table with bottles and bottles of water. She’s just as tall as he is with those boots on, and her hair shines gold and orange and purple in the flashing stage lights. They’ve been through meetings and press and rehearsals together for the past few months and still, his tongue feels swollen in his mouth just looking at her.

“Uh, hi. Hey,” he says, almost yelling over the booming intro music. “Yeah, thanks–you too?”

She grins. It’s a sharp, toothy thing. The announcer, a crazy guy called Coach, hypes the crowd up for the Heroes of Olympus, and from the other side of the stage, his friends walk out to applause.

Annabeth reaches for his arm before he can join them. “Don’t be nervous. You’ve got this.”

“Cool, thanks, I wasn’t until just now?”

“Sure you weren’t,” she says. After a beat, she tugs on his wrist and pulls him into a hug–the full-body kind, arms around his shoulders, chest against his, hips and thighs and knees knocking together–and Percy hugs her back because he just–really needed a hug, actually. He tucks his face into the curly mass of her hair and feels her heart pulse fast and even against his. Ba-bum. Ba-bum.

“Knock ‘em out,” she says, squeezing one last time before pulling away. “And watch that high C in ‘Elysium,’ huh?”

Percy laughs as he steps back, walking backwards so that he can toss a messy, stupid salute her way. He knows the moment he steps onto center stage. The volume of everything shifts–the crowd, and the intro music, and his own breathing loud in his ears–and when he turns to wave hello to everyone, he–trips. On his own feet. In front of, like, thousands of people, and their cameras, and by extension probably the world?

Piper’s eyes go wide behind her drums. He can’t look at her. When he reaches his mic stand, he knows his whole face is aflame.

“Sorry,” he says, reaching for his guitar. He nods his head back toward side stage. “Annabeth Chase just gave me a hug.”

The crowd goes wild. Percy feels the roar booming in his chest and knows exactly how they feel.

Stages

Jack Kelly x Reader

Dear Fansies,
I am sooooo sorry this took so long to come out! From all of the check ins you guys sent into my inbox, I can tell you were all super excited for this! So I hope this oneshot does justice for your expectations!
I did a lot of research about pregnancy symptoms and stages, so I hope you like it! It’s as accurate as I could possibly make it. Enjoy!

- K

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Songbird (Avengers x Reader, slight Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Okay. I write stuff too but I dont post them and I’m having trouble to do this; “H-how long have you been standing there?” (Reader sings and dances with headphones in bc he/she thought they were alone, until they turn around to find the team standing there and witnessing their glorious moment of singing to a wooden spoon at the top of their lungs). This scenario has been stuck in my head for a month and someone needs to do it 🙈🙏🏻 good luck! I hope to read it 😘😘

Requested By: @thatgirlsar

Word Count: 1,438

Warnings: Um, none? I mean unless you count embarrassing situations…

A/N: Hi!!! So sorry I haven’t posted in forever, and so sorry that it took me so long to do this request! I absolutely loved writing this and it was so much fun for me! I included a bit of Steve x Reader even though the request didn’t ask for it. I don’t know, I thought it just helped everything flow better. Also I threw in a bit of Kelly Clarkson in there because I was once obsessed with her and her music never fails to put me in a good mood. Requests are closed right now but if you would like to be added to my tag list, just send in an ask saying that you want to be added and you will be added! Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and FYI: (Y/F/S) means ‘your favorite song.’

Tag List: @mp938368 @gcneral-organa

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by life-is-onee

Ah, what a beautiful day…

You thought as you woke up that morning as the warm morning sunshine warmed you up, leaving you feeling absolutely blissful in your mound of blankets. Today was your one day off in what seemed like forever. Practically being the Avengers’ babysitter- ahem, manager- took a lot out of you each and every day.

You have been in this position for what has seemed like a millennia, but in reality it has only been two years. While those two years were amazing, they were also very frustrating as you constantly babysat- managed- the whole team. From picking up a drunk Tony from a club to even going on a morning jog with Steve so he isn’t alone; your job covered pretty much every aspect of their lives. 

You woke up in the morning and made each and every one of them breakfast while Nat kept busy by practically interrogating you as she tried to set you up with someone. Later on in the day, you made sure each of them went to training and ate healthy. At night, you would help them figure out their mission assignments and even hold some as they went to sleep in fear of nightmares. 

Yes, your job was pretty much a glorified nanny, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Except today, you tell yourself as you sit up in bed. Today is my day.

Sighing out as you stretch, you can feel your muscles relaxing. Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you begin to walk around your room in search of some comfy clothes. Finding the perfect pair of yoga pants, you slip them on as you grab an old band t-shirt. Figuring it will be cold, you grab Steve’s hoodie that you stole a couple of days ago. Pulling the warm material over your head, you revel in its scent and the way it engulfs your body. 

Its going to be a good day, you tell yourself as you grab your phone and headphones. Plugging the earbuds in and turning on a song, you happily make your way to the kitchen as you hum along to the tune. 

Smiling as you enter the kitchen, you find that it is completely empty. This just adds to the beginning of your perfect day as you realize that you can make breakfast all for yourself. As the song ends and a new one begins, you begin to pull out all of the ingredients needed for your signature pancakes. Deciding to treat yourself a bit, your grab some fruit from the fridge as well planning to make yourself a smoothie as the pancakes cook.

Soon the familiar beat of (Y/F/S) fills your ears as you begin to mix in the ingredients. Smiling to yourself, you can feel the giddiness rise within you as the song plays out.

Casting a careful glance over your shoulder, a small smile appears on your lips as you find yourself alone. Taking this as your chance, you soon begin to dance around the room, sliding on the wood floor in your fuzzy socks as you ladle batter onto the griddle. 

The aroma of the pancakes cooking makes your giddiness-levels rise as you soon find yourself singing into the wooden spoon in your hand.

It is a good day.


The Avengers, one floor below your amazing rendition, sat clumped around some measly bowls of cereal. 

“I miss (Y/N)’s cooking…” Tony grumbled out as he moved his spoon around in his soggy cereal. 

“Yes, Lady (Y/N)’s food is amazing…” Thor reminisces as he takes a feeble bite out of his Pop-Tart. While he does love his Pop-Tarts, it is no match for your cooking.

Sighing, Steve looked over his dismal team. “Yes, I miss it too. But its her day off, she deserves it more than anyone.”

“While I agree that to be wholeheartedly true,” Sam begins as he took a bite out of his bagel. “I do miss her cooking.”

“Ach. Do all you boys just think about your stomach?” Nat questions as she looks over the group. “(Y/N) deserves a day off.”

“She does,” Wanda nods along as she agrees with Nat. The group soon fell quiet as they continued to eat their less-than sublime breakfast. 

“Hey, do you guys smell that?” Clint asks, breaking the silence. The group paused as they sniffed the air, trying to distinguish what this new heavenly smell was. 

“Yeah, smells like-” Bruce starts, but is soon cut off.

“(Y/N)’s pancakes,” Bucky finishes. Slowly, every pair of eyes drifted upwards to where the heavenly smell was coming from. The silence was abruptly ended by a monstrous stomach growling. The group, shocked, looked over to where Wanda was as she sheepishly held her ravenous stomach.

“You don’t think (Y/N) would mind if we just went up and had, like, one pancake, right?” Steve shyly asked as he looked up at the ceiling. 

“I don’t think she would mind a bit,” Tony added.

“Nope, not one bit,” Sam finished as he held his own growling stomach. 

Silence followed as the group paused and looked at each other, wondering if they were really going to do this. As a collective unit, the entire team got to their feet as they hurriedly shuffled to the elevator which would soon bring them to your wonderful cooking.


Unaware of the elevator doors opening, you continued your dramatic rendition of ‘My Life Would Suck Without You’ by Kelly Clarkson as if the love of your life was right in front of you.

Totally into the song, you hopped up onto the island counter as you continued to belt out the lyrics.

The team, completely shocked, stood there watching you. Their eyes followed your every move as you danced on that counter as if your life depended on it. They listened to you belt out the lyrics as if you were performing to thousands. 

Soon, you would be as Tony grabbed his phone and pressed record. Nat, seeing the devious smile on his face, widened her eyes.

“TONY!” She shouted as she snatched the phone out of his hands. Unaware of what she just did, she continued to yell at Tony. The rest of the team stared at her with shock- and with fear- as you had just found out that you had an audience.

Eyes wide full of fear and embarrassment, you looked down at the team assembled before you, still holding the wooden spoon in your hand.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” You weakly mutter out, frozen to your spot on the counter. 

“Since the beginning of the song…” Wanda mumbled out. Eyes growing even bigger, you begin to feel a rush of heat travel through your body in embarrassment. 

Sensing the tense and awkward situation, Steve, your knight in shining armor, stepped in. 

“Hey, um, lets all just go to the diner down the street for breakfast, okay?” Mumbles of agreement soon filled the room as the team left one-by-one to grab their jackets to trek out into the freezing weather. 

Still shocked, you stayed frozen in your spot until Steve walked up to you.

“C’mon, go grab your coat,” He said as he helped you down from the counter. 

Confused, you look at him. “But I made breakfast here-”

“I think your breakfast got a little burnt,” Steve says as he motions towards the black rock of batter that was once your delicious fluffy pancake. Sighing sadly, you turn off the stove top as you walked back to your room to grab your coat with Steve.

“Thanks for helping me out of that awkward situation,” You mumbled out, still mortified at what happened.

“No problem,” Steve says as he helped you into your coat. “I know how embarrassing it can be to perform to an unexpected crowd. Trust me.”

Laughing at his recollection of the glory-days filled with tights, you nodded your head. “Still, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Steve responds with a smile. Walking down to the van filled with the Avengers, you feel your and Steve’s arms touch slightly. “Besides, I loved your impersonation of Kelly Clarkson.”

Stopping dead in your tracks, you looked in awe at Steve. “You know Kelly Clarkson?”

Rolling his eyes playfully at your comment, he nods. “Well, yeah. I’m 96, I’m not dead.”

Laughing at his reply, you grab onto his arm. “C’mon, Gramps. Its my only day off and I’d love to eat something that isn’t burnt with my best friends.”

Shrugging off the nickname, Steve opens the van door to find the team once again bickering. “You got it, Songbird.”

Hallelujah (Cassian x Reader)

Anon Request: Hey can I get a cassian andor x reader request? Where cas and the reader are good friends but the reader wants something more. She’s also insecure about herself and that she’s not good enough for him. She sings ‘hallejuah’ by Tori Kelly on pian

I am so sorry this took so long!! I hope you like it!

Y/N turned her head at the sound of a key in the lock, setting aside the notebook she had been writing in, jotting down random notes and ideas for future works. A moment later, her roommate and best friend stepped through the door, smiling at her as he removed his jacket and hung it on the nearby hook.

“Hello, Y/N.” Cassian greeted.

“Hey Cass.” Y/N replied. “How was your day?”

“Long.” Cassian replied, moving to join her on the couch. Once he was seated, Y/N swung her feet up and rested them in his lap, their usual arrangement. Y/N had known Cassian for years, their bond immediate. All of their friends and family knew, where one was the other was soon to follow. When Y/N had been forced to kick her last boyfriend out of the apartment two years ago, Cassian had moved in the next day to help her pay the bills. It had instantly felt like he had never not been there, and Y/N was grateful every day that they had each other to come home to. She retrieved her notebook from the coffee table and continued her work as Cassian scrolled through his phone, his free hand running idly up her leg on his lap.

“Jyn wants to know if we want to go to dinner.” Cassian spoke up after a few minutes, and Y/N nodded.

“Sure. The whole crew?”

“Most likely.” Cassian replied. After she and Cassian had met, Y/N had been adopted by his group of friends as one of their own. Now, Y/N counted Jyn, Bodhi, Baze, Chirrut, and Kaytoo as her closest friends.

A few hours later, Y/N found herself surrounded by her friends at their usual hangout, a small neighborhood cafe called Yavin. She was squeezed between Cassian and Jyn on one side of the booth, laughing as Jyn recounted a new story from her work as a parole officer.

“I’m going to get us refills.” Cassian said, grabbing her glass without even needing her to ask.

“So married.” Jyn sing-songed beside her, and Y/N elbowed her in the ribs hard enough for the other woman to groan.

“Don’t start.” Y/N warned, and Jyn rolled her eyes.

“I’ll stop when you two stop dancing around each other.”

“It’s not like that, Jyn.” Y/N argued. “Cassian only sees me as a friend.”

“The love you two have for each other shines around you.” Chirrut said, and Y/N watched as his husband, Baze, rolled his eyes.

“How would you know what’s glowing around them? You’re blind!” Baze argued, and Chirrut smiled.

“Just because I am blind, does not mean I cannot see.”

“I think that’s exactly what it means.” Bodhi replied, and the table erupted into laughter.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N watched as Cassian leaned across the bar, smiling at Leia, their usual bartender and waitress. Y/N tried to look away, but she felt her stomach twist at the sight of her best friend smiling at the beautiful young woman. The two conversed easily, Leia reaching over at one point and resting her hand over his.

“I, uh…I’m not feeling so well.” Y/N muttered quickly, pulling out a few bills to pay for her drinks and dropping them on the table. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Don’t go, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” Jyn urged, but Y/N shook her head.

“I’m fine. I think I just need to go and lay down.”

“I’ll walk you home.” Bodhi replied, dropping his own cash before shrugging on his jacket.

“I’m fine, Bodhi, I…”

“Let’s go.” Bodhi cut her off, placing his hand on the small of her back and guiding her out of the cafe. Y/N sighed and let her friend lead her out of the cafe. Once they had made it off the block the cafe was on, heading in the direction of her apartment, Bodhi finally spoke up.

“You know he’s not interested in Leia, right?”

“What?” Y/N asked. “Who’s not interested in Leia?”

“Cassian.” Bodhi replied.

“It’s fine if he is.” Y/N replied, wrapping her arms around her body as they walked. “He can date who he wants.”

“He should be dating you.” Bodhi snapped.

“Bodhi, Cass and I are just friends.”

“You want to be more, though.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I see the way you look at him.” Bodhi replied, and Y/N stopped in her tracks outside her apartment building, turning to look at him. Suddenly, she could see the sadness in her friend’s eyes. “I wish that was how you….”

“Bodhi, I…” Y/N started, but stopped when Bodhi shook his head.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Truly. I am honored to be your friend.”

“I’m not worthy of you, Bodhi Rook.” Y/N replied, pulling the man into a hug. When she pulled away, Bodhi’s face was happy again.

“You are both my friends.” Bodhi said, placing both hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “I just want you to be with someone who deserves you.”

“I think it’s the other way around with Cass, Bodhi. I don’t deserve him.”

“That is the most untrue thing I have ever heard.” Bodhi replied, and Y/N felt tears burning her eyes, wondering how she was so lucky to ever have someone like Bodhi in her life.

“Thank you, Bodhi.” Y/N replied, pulling her friend into another hug.

By the time she had said her goodbyes to Bodhi, Y/N was emotionally exhausted. She collapsed on her bed, staring up at the ceiling  After letting herself wallow for a moment, she pushed herself off of the bed and began to remove her shoes and jacket. Looking up from the floor, she spotted her keyboard sitting in the corner. She walked over and retrieved the instrument, trying to remember the last time she had allowed herself time to play. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she began to gently played a simple melody, allowing herself to get back into the practice.

As she continued to play, she found the melodies morphing into one of her favorite songs. Letting herself disappear into the song, she began to sing along.

“Well I heard there was a secret chord

That David played and it pleased the Lord

But you don’t really care for music, do you?”

As she continued to sing, thoughts of Cassian came unbidden, specifically watching him with Leia earlier in the evening. She knew that it was inevitable that her best friend would find someone to date, but the thought of having to share him with anyone else was a painful one.

“Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you”

Y/N was so lost in the song that she didn’t hear the front door open, and didn’t remember that she had left her bedroom door open in her haste to collapse onto her bed. She continued to sing, her voice getting more emotional as the song went on and the thoughts of Cassian continued.

“Baby I’ve been here before

I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor (you know)

I used to live alone before I knew you

And I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch

And love is not a victory march

It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah”

As she let the melody fade out, she looked up to see Cassian standing in her doorway, watching her.

“Cass? What are you doing here?”

“Why did you leave?” Cassian asked, not answering her.

“I didn’t feel well.”

“You are lying.” Cassian pushed, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she moved off of the bed to put the piano back in the corner.

“Please Cass, just let it go.”

“No. Something is wrong.”

“God, Cass!” Y/N yelled, crossing her arms across her chest defensively. “Just leave me alone. Go hang out with Leia Organa!”

Silence fell over them and Y/N looked up to find Cassian staring at her.

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw your flirting with Leia at Yavin. She’s cute.” Y/N replied, trying to sound as casual as possible despite her racing heart.

“You think I was flirting with Leia?” Cassian asked, and Y/N didn’t miss the shock on his face.

“It’s okay, Cass. You should go out on a date with her.”

“I don’t want to go on a date with Leia Organa, Y/N. Also, I am fairly certain that her fiance, Han, doesn’t want me to go on a date with her either.”

“Oh.” Y/N said, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she refused to look at Cassian. “Well, that doesn’t negate my point. You should still go find some pretty girl and ask her out.”

“I have a pretty girl I want to ask out, but she does not feel the same way about me.”

“What?” Y/N felt her stomach drop at the confirmation that there was someone Cassian had feelings for. “Well, she’s an idiot if she doesn’t realize how wonderful you are.”

“You think I’m wonderful?” Cassian asked with a smirk on his face, and Y/N felt a warmth spread through her despite the pain she was fighting against.

“Of course I do, Cass.”

“You’re amazing, Y/N.”

“I’m really not.” Y/N replied, shaking her head.

“Why do you always do that?” Cassian asked, moving toward Y/N.

“Do what?”

“Refuse to see how…how spectacular you are?”

“Cass…” Y/N began, pulling out of the close quarters Cassian put them in. Before she could step away, though, Cassian grabbed her arms gently, keeping her in place.

“Don’t do that, Y/N. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, querida. You are the most wonderful person I have ever met, and you can’t even see it for yourself.”

“Cass, please let me go.” Y/N pleaded, feeling the burn of tears in her eyes.

“No.” Cassian responded, pulling her closer to him. “No, I won’t. Not until you understand how I feel about you.”

“How you…feel about me?” Y/N asked.

“I love you, Y/N. And I know you do not feel the same romantic feelings toward me, but…”

“I do!” Y/N responded, shocking herself with how vehemently the words left her mouth. “I do feel the same.” She added after a moment, feeling her body shake with nerves.

“You do? Truly?” Cassian asked, and Y/N felt herself smile as she looked up into his wide, hopeful eyes.

“I love you, Cassian.” Y/N replied.

“Oh, mi amor.” Cassian said, moving his hands from Y/N’s arms to her face, cupping her cheek gently. He rubbed his thumbs across her cheekbones, staring at her until she finally looked away. “You are so beautiful.” He added, and Y/N felt her face flush.

“Please just kiss me already.” Y/N said with a smile. Cassian returned the grin with his own, before obliging her request with a gentle kiss.

Love is hard  - Chapter five

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends), Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: You spend the day at the zoo with the group.

Warnings: None

Word count: about 2100

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/n: I’m so sorry it took me this long to put out a new part. I’ve been on a much needed holiday, but I’m back! I hope you enjoy this part. Thank you all!

You had spent the last couple of days at home, only leaving twice to go grocery shopping with Kelly. Thankfully, some days of rest had been good for your foot and ankle. Josh had texted you a few times asking how you were feeling and saying you should let him know when you were well enough for the day out to the zoo.

Y/n: I think my foot can handle a full fun zoo day! Name a day and time 

Josh: Great! Tomorrow, maybe? I’ll ask Ty, Jen and Ash, you ask Maddie, k?

Y/n: Maddie and I can go tomorrow.

Josh: The others too. Pick you up at 9am then?

Y/n: Sure, I’m looking forward to it! See you tomorrow

You stood in front of your closet, wondering what to wear. Clearly you wanted to look hot, but not like you tried to much. Since Maddie was already dressed, you knew she just wore jeans and a sweater and you didn’t want to overdress. Each time Josh had seen you, you looked like a mess. Finally, you settled on white ripped skinny jeans, a bright yellow off the shoulder sweater, a light brown scarf and comfy sneakers. You styled your hair, put on make-up and went downstairs for breakfast. “I don’t want to push you, but you should visit the campus soon, if you still want to enrol. The next schoolyear is starting sooner than you think” Chris said, talking to both Maddie and you. “We’ll go Monday. There’s no sense in going on the weekend since most people might not be there, so…” Maddie answered, looking at you for approval at the same time. “Sure, we’ll make a day out of it. Visit the campus, see the surroundings, dinner. O, he’s here!” You said when you heard a car pull up to the house, maybe sounding a little to exited. Maddie glanced at you, both of you grabbing your things.

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fallenkitty123  asked:

LGBT book recs?

!! Thank you for asking! And sorry it took me so long hah.

I haven’t read that many LGBT books, but from the ones I’ve read, these are my favorite (In no particular order):

1. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller: A retelling of the Illiad, told in first pov by Patroclus, about his and Achilles’s romance since they were kids. It’s beautiful and heartbreaking. 10/10 recommend.

2. Her Name In The Sky by Kelly Quindlen: This one is about a girl named Hannah who goes to a Catholic high school. She’s part of a big, popular group of friends. She also happens to be in love with her best friend- who’s also a girl. This book is really angsty and touches subjects like internalized homophobia in an extremely conservative environment, friendship, love, self-acceptance, etc. I cried during the whole book several times. It’s beautiful. This is like a 12/10.

3. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz: This one is beautiful. Absolutely, absolutely beautiful. It made me so soft. It’s the story of two 15 year old boys who meet during summer at the pool and become friends, and then that friendship starts to become something more as both boys start to discover themselves and the world around them. It’s incredibly deep and emotional. Oh also both boys are mexican, and the poc rep is incredibly good. It’s just gorgeous. 12/10 too. 

4. I’ll Give You The Sun by Jandy Nelson: It’s about a girl and a boy who are twins. They’re super close at first, but then over the years they fall out and stop speaking. It follows the twins through the years, Noah narrating when they’re 13, Jude narrating when they’re 16. The POVs switch, of course. It is absolutely BEAUTIFUL and possibly one of my favorite books. It’s really deep, too. I would recommend this 11/10. 

Like I said, haven’t read many and these four were the ones I liked the most. Hope you like them as much as I did!

Fine ( Jack Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Handsy creep, swearing

Requested by anon: I’m SOOOO sorry this took so long! I hope its close to what you had in mind!

Being a waitress at Jacobi’s sucked dick but it was the only job you could get so you had no choice but to put up with the constant mob of guys hitting. They all kept coming back even you had repeatedly told them you have a boyfriend. Today had been the final straw when some creep tried to stick tried to stick his hand up your skirt. You had asked him to leave immediately and told your boss when he refused to. He eventually left which made you much more at ease but enough to calm your nerves. You didn’t know how you were going to tell Jack about this. He’d be disgusted and want to leave you. He’d call you a slut and throw you out if the apartment. You told yourself to push the thoughts out of your mind and focus on finishing your shift. You were sure that time couldn’t pass any slower, but boy oh boy were you wrong. 

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Thicker Than Water: Part 2

Fandom: Teen Wolf x The Vampire Diaries Crossover
Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski
Words: 3,994
Warnings: sibling fighting, underage drinking and that is all for now.
Part: 1 2
Request? yes or no
A/N: finally i wrote the long awaited part 2!! wow kelly you treat your followers so fine. Jk sorry it took so long. hopefully you all enjoy it and sorry if it’s not fluffy enough :/ it’s almost 4k so i’m excited for you to read it! enjoy!

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Cell Block Tango (2/?)

Summary- Where Tony needs more people on his side, so he brings a convicted murderer, and ex-assassin/acrobat onto his side, and Peter takes more of an interest in Velma Kelly than he’d like to admit.

Warnings- Language probably, it is me after all

AN- Sorry this took so long, I’ve been caught up with school and family and shite

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Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“HONESTLY Velma, you carry on causing shit like that, then you won’t last much longer.” Mona laughed as she sat on one of the tables, her feet going on to the bench that was drilled into the concrete floor of the cell block. Apparently the prison guards had to do that after there was a nasty fight, and one of the girls had managed roll it over the others leg. But that was just some rule.

“Oh please,” Velma laughed, sitting on the bench, just to the left of Monas legs, “These girls wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me, they’re far too scared.” Velma said, looking around at the girls who were obviously cowering away from both Mona and herself.

“Or maybe they’re scared of me, and just scared of you because you’re friends with me.” Mona retorted, turning around on the bench she was sat on to look at Velma properly, expecting a sly comment back any moment now.

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anonymous asked:

Don't you ever feel like Cas is very under appreciated??? Like don't you ever feel that sam and dean just use him to fix up their messes??? :/

Oh boy.  My short answer to this is yes.  I do sometimes feel like Cas is underappreciated, but I don’t think that Sam and Dean just use him to fix their messes. (I’ve seen Cas-haters argue the exact opposite, that Cas is the one causing problems that the Winchesters have to clean up.^.^)

I think part of the reason Cas seems underappreciated is because so much of what he goes through, he goes through alone and a lot of the time the Winchesters never even hear about it.  So it’s pain that doesn’t even get acknowledged.  Contrary to Sam and Dean going through horrible shit, they always have each other and they’re almost always certain that they’ll have each other’s support.

Cas has known the boys for years now and they’ve been through so much horrible stuff but he STILL feels like he doesn’t belong not really.  He says as much to Mary in 12x3

Mary: After you left heaven, when did it start to feel like…like you fit, like you…belonged here?
Castiel: Well, I’m still not sure I do.

It’s stuff like this that makes Castiel’s mistreatment and torture at the hands of the angels 10xs worse because nearly everything Cas does is for Dean.  And even though Dean has called him family and brother, Cas still doesn’t feel the love.  

I am hoping some of what happened later in s12 helped Cas feel a little bit better about his place with the Winchesters, but as recently as 12x19 he is still feeling like his only value lies in what he can do for them.  He still is trying to play the role of protector or guardian for the Winchesters, prompting Dean to say: “ You’re not our babysitter, Cas, okay? That is not your job.”

I really just need Dean to open his mouth and tell Cas how he really feels. He’s been doing better, but we’ve still got some significant ground to cover.  

For me the worst thing will probably always be Dean kicking Cas out of the bunker with no explanation (though leaving him in the hospital sucked too). It was a horrible thing to do to Cas when he was at his most vulnerable and I’m certain the message he got from it was that without his powers Dean didn’t want him. Which wow, it still hurts. But as hurt as Cas was by this, Dean later explained himself and Cas understood and forgave him. I think that’s really important to remember.  

Even if the conversations between Sam, Cas, and Dean aren’t always shown or when they are it doesn’t seem like ENOUGH to warrant forgiveness, remember that it is enough for them.  All three of them have made mistakes and bad decisions and they know what it’s like to screw up on colossal levels. Even if they don’t say it (well, Cas did!) they do love each other.  And that goes a long way when you’re trying to forgive someone.  

Another part of the issue is the show not including Misha in more episodes. Cas is always off somewhere else and at times it doesn’t make satisfactory sense as to WHY he’s not with the Winchesters. It almost always irks me and I hope Misha gets more episodes moving forward, because if he is so important to Dean I feel like they should be together more. Especially with Dean saying things like “ You, me, and Sam, we’re just better together”  I feel like now, more than ever, they need to stick together.  They did try to make more of an effort with explaining Castiel’s absence this season, but i still don’t know why it took him weeks to talk to Joshua when they plan boiled down to ‘your boyfriend has a powerful gun. Go steal it from him and shoot Kelly and her baby dead.’  I guess we’ll see…

anonymous asked:

Wait so for the fictional kids thingy are you taking requests? If so could you do #2? :0

2. moving around while kissing knocking over boxes and pushing against walls and onto beds stumbling over things

Oh boy. Also watch for Jack being irresponsible and leaving Crutchie’s crutches outside. The heathen.


How many dates had they been on now?

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Is Cas going to be in "Who We Are"? In Superwiki and IMDb it says so, but there's a lot of "Castiel Returns" commentary in "All Along the Watchtower" and I was wondering if which was true? Or do these two episodes count as one? Sorry if it's a question you get alot...

Hi Anon!

It’s the first time I get this question - I thank you! :)

Nope, I wouldn’t say these two episodes count as one. The writers have divided up the two threats of the season - BMoL and Lucifer - into two distinctive narratives that are tackled in an episode each. At least that’s the impression we’ve been given from the promo pics and the short synopses.

I’ve looked up and down and all around for a straight forward answer to your first question (sorry it took me so long to reply) and honestly, not finding any conclusive answer, I can only tell you what I’m under the impression of, going on the Cas-less promo pics for 12x22, mostly. 

I believe that if Cas does appear in 12x22 it will be at the very end, setting us up for the nephilim/Luci arc that’s the focus of 12x23. I don’t see Cas being involved in the 12x22 narrative. It’s possible they begin to set up 12x23, showing us a scene or two of Cas and Kelly, but I sort of doubt it. 

Again, I’m leaning more towards Cas appearing as a hook at the end of the episode, leading into a confrontation/conversation with Dean at the beginning of 12x23 that will restore Dean’s faith in him and set the tone, I hope, for the rest of the episode. But this is all based on my personal impressions, mind. I do not know that I’m right! I only know what I want. 

What I do know is that putting the confrontation/conversation between Cas and Dean at the beginning of 12x23 is a good way to kickstart the epi. As they only have 42 minutes of focused story telling I would think that they want to get at the heart of it all asap: to me that heart is Destiel and TFW. It’s honesty and openness and listening to each other and trusting one another implicitly. Placing the restoration of Dean’s faith in Cas at the very start of 12x23 gives them a whole episode to explore this newish dynamic between them, hopefully giving us a bit more textual Destiel in the process, as well as oiling the machinery of TFW.

Anyway, before this rambling goes any further I am cutting myself off!

Thanks so much for the question! Hope my answer was to your satisfaction, my lovely! Sorry I couldn’t give you anything more definitive. Anyone else can? Please, feel free.

xx

An Arrow Through My Bleeding Heart (Pt. 3/?)

Title: An Arrow Through My Bleeding Heart Pt. 3

Other Parts: AATMBH Pt. 1, AATMBH Pt. 2.

Characters: All of Arrow/SPN

Summary: You have been having dinner with your father for a few months now, and your brothers have begun to notice your absence…

Based On: Lost Boy by Grace Kelly (Really this is just a place for the song I’m obsessed with this week ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Listen: Here

Warnings: None I think, (Message me if you find any!)

Tagging: @liqhthouse (Message me if you would like to be tagged!)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out Angels! let me know what my Little Angels think!

Over the next three months you continued to have dinner with your father at the same little Chinese diner. Your brothers had noticed you disappearing more than once without reason, but then Cas would swoop in with a half baked answer that he had cooked up in his head on the fly and save your ass from being found out. Each time you came back fro visiting your father, you had the biggest smile on your face, and you seemed… Happy. That was something the boys and Cas hadn’t seen for a while. That was the main reason Cas kept covering for you, because seeing that look on your face made it all worth it, but it was getting hard to keep them in the dark, and they were starting to wonder themselves just why you were always so happy when you came back. Dean thought you had a one night stand. Sam thought you had a boyfriend. Each time Cas heard their theories of what was making you glow like that, he simply sighed and rolled his eyes. Oh, if only they knew.

Which brings you to where you were now. Leaning against the hood of your truck enjoying the smell of the Kansas wildflowers, as the wind carries their scent to threw the air. Cas has asked you to talk while your brothers were out of the bunker, and you had a pretty good idea on what he wanted to talk about.

The tell-tale flutter of wings signals his arrival. A sigh leaves your lips as you cross your arms over your chest.

“I know why you’re here Cas. And I have to say; I’ve thought about it, but I’m not sure.” He stares at you, forming an answer in his head.

“I know this is difficult for you, but it’s getting hard to cover for you. The Winchester’s are starting to notice, they are asking questions…” he pauses, thinking over what he’s about to say next, “… And I think they have a right to know.” You heave a heavy sigh, letting your arms fall to your side. Deep down you knew he was right, you knew that you would one day have to let them in on your little secret, you were just hoping it would be later rather than sooner. You honestly have no idea how they would react, you just hope they they are happy for you. You rub a hand over your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Fine, I’ll tell them tomorrow. I’m gonna head to bed, I’m gonna need a good night’s sleep if I’m possibly go through hell again in the morning.”

Dawn’s light comes all to soon for your liking, grumbling as you trudge out of bed and into the kitchen to make yourself a bowl of cereal. Soon following after your lead of getting out of bed, is Sam. His hair fluffed up from sleep, he comes stumbling in from the hallway, his eyes still fogged up with sleep, his slippers scuffing on the floor. He opens the fridge, grabs the fresh carton of eggs, and starts heating up the frying pan to make scrambled eggs for him and Dean.

You finish off your bowl of cereal, deciding it might be best to do this on a nearly empty stomach, and grab the bag of coffee beans from the top left cupboard to start the pot of coffee that would be mostly drunk by Dean, the amount of caffeine that man needed to properly function was astounding.

The last to come mopping in is Dean, still in his bathrobe, with his eyes half closed, as he staggers over to the cupboard where you keep all the mugs, and grabs a large coffee cup. To then blindly reach for the pot of scalding hot coffee, this always made you cringe in fear for his safety, how he hadn’t burned his hand of yet, you’ll never know.

Sam puts down to plates of eggs on the table, he goes to make a third for you, but your shake your head at him, telling him you’re not that hungry. Mornings like this is what make being a Hunter all worth it. Your heart clenches at the thought of all this being destroyed because of their reaction to you meeting your father. You stare at them for a few minutes, considering your options, and trying to work up the courage to actually tell them. You’ve been silent for quite sometime, and your brothers sure as Hell have noticed. They give each other a sidewards glance, as you play with your hands, while opening and closing your mouth like someone was taking the words away from your lips. A weighted sigh leaves your lips, your shoulders sagging in defeat. You don’t know how to tell them. Dean seems to have had enough of your dilly-daddling.

“Alright, come on, spit it out already,” You glance up at him in surprise. He gives you an exasperated look, rolling his eyes at you. “Oh, come on, something is obviously eating you up, so tell us already.”

“Well, as you have probably realized, I’ve been leaving the bunker more often as of late,” A knowing look passes between Sam and Dean. Your eyebrows knit up in confusion, but you continue anyway.

“I have been doing this because-”

“You got a boyfriend!”

“You got a booty call!” Is shouted at the same time. Causing you to choke on the breath you had taken. Sputtering, and coughing, you shake your hand in front of your face, signaling that, no. They are not even close. Recovering for your little fit, you continue from where you left off.

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, or booty call. I actually, now this might come as quite a shock, but please keep in mind that I wouldn’t have done this if it didn’t mean anything to me, I-I met my father.”

They clearing are expecting this, the furrowed brows, and the signature Winchester smirk is no where in sight. You expected you heart to be pounding in your ears, but for once, it is strangely quite, it might have even stopped completely. They seem to be processing this new, and uncalled for information. They seem more surprised than anything, after all, you always said you didn’t care who your father was. But then they thought back to the girl who had died in your arms a few months ago. How your eyes seemed different after that hunt, they had so many unanswered questions in them, how you were sort of distance for a few days after that. Then how you weren’t on that trip to Starling City, and when you came back, how your eyes had been put back together from the pieces of broken glass that they were, how they shined with a new found hope for the world. And how the smile on your face seemed like it would never go away. He made you happy. That’s all they needed to know about your father. As long as he made you happy.

Sam is the first to speak after that. You let out the breath you had been holding for so long you thought your lungs were going to burst.

“So, what’s he like?” They seem to be accepting this news with caution, but their curious eyes tell you they have a lot of questions for you. And your ready to answer them.

“He’s great. He’s a detective at the S.C.P.D. He’s got two other daughters, Laurel and Sara, I’m actually his oldest now,” Dean’s eyebrows perk up at the mention of your sisters, “And, no, Dean. You can’t hit on my sisters, that’s just plain weird.” He gives you a betrayed look, as Sam glares at him accusingly, which makes you burst out laughing. This wasn’t so bad after all. “And, I would like for you to meet him the next time I go to Starling City.”

It’s about two weeks later the next time you head to Starling, this time in the Impala. Quentin had suggested you have dinner at his apartment, instead of the little China Town diner. When you told him about you wanting to meet your brothers, he was ecstatic, if not a little nervous. But, still he wanted to meet the boys you spoke so highly of. Told hi stories of how you had grown up, living on the road and seeing sights you could only dream of. The late nights, when Bobby would let you stay up past your bed tie to watch the stars and catch fireflies in old mason jars. The hot afternoons of playing tag in the open fields outside of his house. And how you taught the boys to skip stones on the little stream that ran through the little strip of woods in his backyard that seemed like a rain forest to your little child mind.

Your mind is racing through a checklist that you needed to make sure the boys followed. Your back story, what you did for a living, absolutely, under no circumstances, do you bring up the hunting life, or your shins will have Hell to pay if you messed this dinner up!

Before knocking on his door you turn around looking the boys over, and make needless changes and fix ups to their clothes and hair. You were more nervous than they were! Sam seems to notice just how bad your nerves are, while your fixing his hair and they start shaking. He slowly removes your hands from his hair, holding the in his own to make you calm down.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), this dinner will be wonderful. We’ll all get along great, he’ll love us, and we’ll love him, because it’s important to our little sister. Isn’t that right Dean?” He gives Dean a hard glare, telling him to agree with him, and no funny business!

Dean lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Of course, Sammy.” The door swings open without warning, your father standing there with a large smile on his face, and oven mitts on his hands.

“I thought I heard voices!” A smile breaks out on your face, as you move to hug your father.

“Dad,” You wrap your arms around him, before letting go to introduce him to your brothers, but still keeping an arm around his waist, and does he. “dad, this is Sam,” You say pointing to your taller brother, “and this is Dean.” Gesturing to your oldest brother. Quentin takes off one of his oven mitts and moves to shake their hands.

“It really is nice to meet you, (Y/N) Has told me so much about you, I feel as though I already know you!” Your brother’s smile at him, Sam seems fine with him, although Dean seems a bit skeptic of him. There are a few awkward moments of standing out in the hallway assessing each other.

“Well, uh, what are we doing just standing out here, dinner’s hot out of the oven, and the cherry pie is cooling!” Your father tries to diffuse the tension in the atmosphere. Dean’s eyes light up at the mention of his favorite thing in the world other than the Impala.

“Pie, you say?” You knew Dean had been won over by your father.

“Yep, grandma Lance’s recipe.”

“Well, let’s hope (Y/N/N) didn’t inherit her cooking skills from you, or else I’ll be scared the building will burn down.”

“That was one time, Dean!”

leigh-kelly  asked:

Can I tell you, I was coming home from work today and The Lucky One came on (you know, from the Red album) and I suddenly needed this as a Brittana fic, but there is only ONE person's voice I could see it in...

Santana looks up and sees her name in lights on the marquee.

Well, not her name. Not Santana Lopez.

But still.

Her name.

A dream come true.

A dream, really.

But so, so different than she’d ever imagined.

All she wanted to do was sing. To create.

To be an artist.

All she’s dealing with is business. Celebrity.

It’s not like what she thought.

It never is.

“We’re going to be late! Come on, out of the car!”

Her manager urges her forward into the throng of people on the red carpet.

Being famous, being famous isn’t anything she was ever prepared for.

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