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Actual things that have happened in Miraculous Ladybug which I still can’t believe
  • Ladybug rode a giant flying hairdryer
  • Ladybug rode a dragon
  • A guy tried to take over Paris with pigeons
  • A chef encased an entire building in caramel and tried to cook a girl alive in a pool of soup
  • A 15 year old challenged a panther to a race and the owner was so upset he turned into a dinosaur and ate Ladybug
  • A rock star was sword-fighting with Chat Noir on a plank suspended at the top of the Eiffel Tower, using a guitar
  • Said rock star has a pet crocodile
  • A girl tried to fight off a butterfly with an umbrella while stuck in a lift
  • Chat Noir was murdered by a supervillain and died in Ladybug’s arms, in an early episode. No, really, he actually died, I’m not even kidding
  • Ladybug kissed Chat Noir for like 10 seconds while lying on the floor, and he didn’t remember it and she didn’t tell him
  • Chat Noir threw his bodyguard down a lift shaft from the 8th floor. This has never been brought up again.
  • A kid used magic bubbles to kidnap all the adults in Paris so he could throw a birthday party
  • Marinette went on a date with a supervillain
  • Ladybug tossed Chat Noir in a river
  • Some smartie in the 19th century invented the hologram and then… didn’t tell anyone?? Except their family?? Why would you keep such awesome new technology a secret??
  • A 186 year old and his turtle sidekick started shipping two teenagers because of an umbrella
  • A guy cut the entire Eiffel Tower in half
  • A strict rich fashion designer pretended to be a butterfly and then pretended to be an aeroplane, and also another time said he was the Easter Bunny
  • A ridiculously competent toddler managed to brainwash Chat Noir
  • Santa Claus dabbed
A Plethora of Dates With Peter Parker...

The Movie Theater 

  • Peter always taking you out to see the newest Sci-Fi films and definitely the newest Star Wars (but it’s his second time seeing it, since he promised Ned he would always see it with him first)
  • “Peter, can I please see Star Wars again in the theaters with you and [Y/N]?
  • “No, Ned! It’s a date… between two people only!”
  • “But it’s my favorite!”
  • “Ned, you say that about every Star Wars movie!”
  • Always finishing the popcorn before or during the previews
  • Peter constantly making sure you are comfortable and have the best seat in the house (this means getting to Star Wars showings at least an hour early)
  • “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket? Can you see the screen okay?”
  • “The man in front of us has a giant hat on, and I can’t see over it!”
  • “Excuse me, sir. Do you mind taking your hat off? My girlfr- NED! What are you doing here?”
  • “Hi, guys! How’s your dateeee?”
  • Finally giving in and letting Ned sit next to you during Star Wars (Peter and Ned regularly looking over at you for your reaction to their favorite scenes)
  • NEVER doing anything naughty in the theaters because you both want to respect the actors, directors, and all the hard work put into the film PLUS you wouldn’t want to miss anything important!
  • However, you often hold Peter’s hand or lay your head on his shoulder (or vice versa)
  • Peter shout-whispering to you when something awesome happens in the film
  • “Aw, man! Did you see that? That was so cool!”
  • Occasionally watching Peter instead of the movie. The look of pure amusement and enlightenment on his face. Adorable.
  • After the movie, you set aside a half an hour (or an hour for Star Wars) to have long discussions about your favorite parts, the science, the filming, the music, or how the film made you question the meaning of life
  • “Babe, that movie was amazing! My mind is officially blown. We should go to my apartment right now and try to creat-”
  • Always Every once in awhile you have to kiss him to prevent him from rambling on about the movie too much

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It was perfect, utterly perfect, and Neil felt at once inspired and horrified by the sight of it. How could he possibly play here? He closed his eyes and breathed in, breathed out, imagining the way bodies sounded as they crashed into each other on the court, the way the announcer’s voice would only come through in muffled, scattered bursts, the roar of sixty-five thousand people reacting to a goal. He knew he didn’t deserve this, knew beyond a doubt he wasn’t good enough to play on this court, but he wanted and needed it so badly he ached all over. 

… He’d made the right decision. The risks didn’t matter; the consequences would be worth it. He had to be here. He had to play on this court at least once. He had to know if the crowd screamed loud enough to blow the roof off. He had to smell the sweat and overpriced stadium food. He needed to hear the buzzer sound as a ball slammed inside the white goal lines and lit the walls up red. 

“Oh,” Nicky said … “No wonder he chose you.”

 - The Foxhole Court [Nora Sakavic]

anonymous asked:

how about Betty toying with Jughead's suspenders he can't concentrate during class?

I love this oh my goodness! Thankyou so much!

She was so bored, was chemistry supposed to be this boring? She remembered a time when she actually looked forward to coming to this class, well that was all before she got to sit next to her very favorite person and secret love of her life. Jughead jones.

It was fairly obvious that he was daydreaming as well, his chin tucked into his hand and his wavy dark hair dangling over his eyes, what she would give to run her fingers through that mess of waves he hid underneath his hat. Biting her lip, she shook that thought out of her head, her eyes dipped lower instantly catching onto his infamous suspenders. Did she ever mention how sexy she found those damn suspenders?
So hot.

Feeling brave, she reached a hand to his chest, fingering the stretchy elastic, his eyes snapped to hers and he raised a brow with a questioning smile. She just shrugged, giggling softly and running the material under her fingers.

Holy shit, Jughead couldn’t even comprehend what was going on, the beautiful blonde to his right had her hands all over his chest, running those dainty fingers over his suspenders. Was he still dreaming? No this felt much different than his thoughts. This was so much better.
“What are you doing green eyes?” He whispered , catching her eyes, they were sparkling mischievously.
“Just exploring, I was thinking of investing in a pair of suspenders, just testing them out.” She whispered back with a teasing smile.

Gulping heavily, he couldn’t help but imagine Betty in his suspenders,

only his suspenders.

Okay. No no no. These were not chemistry class thoughts.

“Well knock it off, were supposed to be paying attention.” He play glared at her, turning his attention back to the teacher, a task that was nearly impossible when Betty dragged her hand across his chest moving to toy with the other side. “Bets..” he mumbled out, a little more breathy than he intended. He felt her hand pause on his chest right over his heart.

“I’m sorry juggie, am I distracting you?” He whipped his head to look at her and sure enough, she had on the most seductively sexy look he had ever seen.

“What is it that you’re trying to do Elizabeth Cooper?” He choked out.

Dropping her hand to the place where the suspenders connected with the top of his jeans, she raised an eyebrow

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about forsythe?”

His hand instantly clamped down to cover the one of top of his thigh

“You’re playing with fire betty Cooper” he whispered again

Pulling her hand away, she brought her lips close to his ear

“Well let’s see who gets burnt first then, hmm?”

Suddenly the sound of the bell signaling next period rang and Betty was sauntering away with a flick of her perfect ponytail.

Shaking his head, he moved uncomfortably in his seat. Looks like he was spending next period in this seat.

Oh game on Betty Cooper

weed socks? fashion. no socks? fashion. joggers tucked into socks? fashion. flip flops? fashion. pumped sneakers? fashion. 

long fringe? iconic. messy fringe? iconic. push up? iconic. headband? iconic. cinnamon roll? iconic. quiff? iconic. beanie? iconic. cap? iconic. that one time he wore a fedora on stage? the most iconic.

turtle neck? fashion. v-neck? fashion. suspenders? fashion. tank tops? fashion. large hoodies? fashion. one piece? fashion. track suit? fashion. carrot costume? fashion. 

laughing? cute. smiling? cute. angry? cute. annoyed? cute. confused? cute. sleepy? cute. disgusted? cute. grumpy? cute. murderous? cute. 

anonymous asked:

Oh My Gosh! just read your mad sweeney fanfic, I'm obsessed. <3 Can I request as well? Possessive/jealous mad sweeney with reader at the bar, waitress!reader is getting bothered by a customer at the bar. Sweeney sees across the bar, takes matters into his own hands. Can be a little smutty?

Oh Anon I fuckin love the idea of possessive Mad Sweeney, so so much. I know this might not be what you were after, but I like the idea of sweet possessive Sweeney just the tiniest bit more than Sweeney who fucks like he fights. Didn’t end up being all that smutty but I couldn’t write anymore, my brain just went blank, and I like making pretty much every smut scene I write different.

It’s a normal night at the bar, you start your shift at 5.30, grinning from ear to ear as you hear a familiar Irish drawl in your ear. You turn around as you tie a knot in your apron, titling your head up to meet Sweeney’s gaze. He grins down at you with a twinkle in his eye, holding a coin out with his tongue. You get up on tip toes, grabbing it gently before you thank him. He leans down to press a kiss on the top of your forehead before he disappears into the crowd.

You grin to yourself as you make your way behind the bar, smiling at customers, greeting the regulars. The bar gets really busy as the night goes on, Sweeney drops past the bar for a drink every hour or so, checking up on you like the worrisome boy you know he is. You go on serving, taking drinks over to tables when another girl starts the later half the shift, taking over bar duty.

You balance the tray on your forearm, navigating through the crowd, twisting through gaps and muttering polite excuse me’s and sorry’s as you squeeze between people. You stop by a table of four or five men, setting the tray down so you could place the new ones on the table, collecting up the old glasses.

One of them slurs a pick up line at you, clearly getting tipsy. You force a polite smile, lifting the tray full of empty shot and pint glasses, heading back to the bar ignoring the catcalling coming from behind you. It wasn’t uncommon for people to get piss drunk while they were out, although catcallers and assholes were far and few in between shifts. But since it was a Friday night, it seemed like all of them were makin’ an appearance.

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I don’t teach on Tuesdays specifically so I can…. do… what I do… on Monday nights.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have hella work to do. 

So I dragged my exhausted ass to a coffee shop to get my work done, and I wound up snorting for no apparent reason while I was ordering.

Because I noticed on the menu of this place that they have biscuits and gravy.

Brown gravy.

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anonymous asked:

Jenna I love your writing so much! Can I prompt Johnlock and height difference? Xoxo

“John! They’re getting away!”

John leans against the wall, unfazed, and rolls his eyes. “Well, I can’t tell that, can I?”

“What are you talking about? They just ran and-”

“Oh for the love of- Sherlock!”

Finally, Sherlock’s head turns round to look down at John. His arms shake a little with the effort of keeping himself hanging, suspended, at the top of the wall.

John folds his arms. “Yeah, I gave you a boost up, I can’t give myself one.”

With a grunt and a sigh, Sherlock lets go of the wall and drops back down to the pavement. 

“Sorry,” he says, a touch awkwardly, but sincerely. “I forgot you’re-well-”

He actually pats John on the head with one gloved hand. John fights both impulses to either bat said hand away in rage, or laugh. 

Sherlock clears his throat. “There’s another-uh-way. If I remember correctly. Perhaps more suited to your…” His hand twirls. “Stature.”

John snorts. “My stature. Fine. Lead the way, Mr Gangly-Holmes.”

Later, culprit caught, the victory and adrenaline still pounding in their veins, they stumble into 221B and collapse against the wall, laughing fit to burst.

John turns, grabs Sherlock’s lapels, and stretches up onto his tip-toes. 

Sherlock is still giggling.

“For Christ’s-” John tugs on the lapels. “When will you- learn. To bloody-Crouch.” 

A sly foot delicately trips John until they’ve both fallen against the stairs. They lie on their backs, another laughing fit ignited, until Sherlock finally, finally, leans across and kisses John.

“Never,” Sherlock murmurs, smiling as John kisses him back.

With You, It's Different (John Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1417
Warnings: a lot of cursing, offensive language
Request?: No
Time Period: Modern AU
A/N: Sorry for the ask formatting again, wrote this on my tablet and didn’t feel like converting to the laptop!


There was nothing John Laurens hated more than annoying, loud, obnoxious, neighbors. And here he was. He just finished his shift at the hospital, and he was stuck listening to deafening music. He worked odd hours, so he could understand if someone had a party.

He looked at his clock.

It was six in the fucking morning. There are no parties that are still going on. At. Six. In. The. Fucking. Morning. Okay, maybe he was being slightly unreasonable. I mean, he was living in an apartment in the city. And his friend’s constantly teased him about being an old man after getting this job. But he was exhausted.

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