the fault in our stars set

ANYWAY this Still Star Crossed show is culturally insensitive. Did I say you shouldn’t watch it? No. Did I say it shouldn’t exist? No. Did I say you’re racist if you like it? No, I didn’t, I never did, and if you read that then I suggest you go get your eyes checked. 

I merely suggested that racebending works with American stories, not Italian ones, because Italy never really had an overwhelming black population, and at best we had a lot of Middle Eastern people mingling with us (not to mention invading, colonizing and trying to wipe our culture out but something tells me you don’t wanna hear that lmfao), so that’s why a lot of us look a bit Middle Eastern. 

And like yeah ok we had one (1) guy who was mixed and in the aristocracy and kinda can look black if you look at portraits with a lens but that’s not a relevant statistic, sorry. Just because Alessandro De Medici had a slightly darker complexion it doesn’t mean that suddenly all of Italy was 50% black. 

It’s not our fault that until like 15 years ago pretty much all of us were light-skinned, including the light-skinned national minorities and immigrants. When you see movies and tv shows set in Italy and everyone is light-skinned, that’s not racism or bad representation. 

That’s reality. 

I live in Italy, and I know my reality better than you ever could, so kindly shut the fuck up about it and stop trying to murricasplain my own country to me. 

Creating Titles

Anonymous asked: “How do you come up with a title for you story or novel?”

In my experience, titles for stories are something writers often go into a project knowing. I wouldn’t say this is always true, though many great titles from authors I’ve asked simply just popped into their heads - or that’s what they claim anyway. I believe it. It seems like such a minor thing after all, so why would anyone lie?

I also have talked to writers who struggle with titles. For me, it’s hit or miss. Some projects just have a title. Others don’t. I once titled something so terribly that all of my readers asked me to change it, almost unanimously. It wasn’t that bad of a title, but it wasn’t particularly great either. I ended up changing it to something that I didn’t particularly care for, but after awhile now, I know that is a much better title. There are a few ways to come up with titles.

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Starfleet’s moral relativism problem: is it ever ok to condemn another culture?

Central to all of Star Trek has always been the Prime Directive – that set of rules that governs our intrepid space explorers from Captain Kirk to Captain Janeway and everyone in between. Poor Captain Archer existed in a time before, and I’ve often pitied him for having to shoulder the burden of having to make some really questionable ethical decisions without having a Prime Directive to shift the blame to when it turned out his decisions really sucked.

At its core, the Prime Directive dictates that Starfleet cannot interfere with the internal affairs or development of alien civilizations. Some of the best Star Trek episodes involved our heroes clashing with the ethics of a rigid application of this doctrine, but there was always one implication of the Prime Directive that bothered me – the idea that we shouldn’t judge other cultures through the lens of our own because who’s to say what’s right and what’s wrong?

This philosophy of moral relativism argues that there are no universal moral standards – sentient beings are completely at the mercy of their own societies to impart a code of moral behavior and whatever it comes up with is “good enough.” There may be common themes among many societies in terms of morals – most seem to agree it is wrong to commit murder, for instance – but ultimately, what is “right” according one society is not guaranteed to be “right” for another. And let’s be honest with ourselves – even with the topic of murder, we still fiercely debate exceptions to the “no murder” rule such as war, capital punishment, or self-defense.

Our own society provides an incredible patchwork of thorny moral and ethical issues that we still have yet to decide upon. We debate things like abortion, torture, slavery, free speech, and more. We probe these issues by asking ourselves questions like, “At what point does life truly begin?” and “Is torture ever justified?” We explore them by posing philosophical experiments like the Trolley Problem and asking ourselves whether it is morally acceptable to kill one person to save the lives of two or more others. 

How does that line go again? Something about “needs of the many” or something? 

But at the end of the day, might (in terms of numbers) makes right in moral relativism. While I don’t subscribe to that theory, there are times when our beloved Star Trek characters do under the guise of defending the Prime Directive. On the surface, it sounds very peaceful and anti-colonialist. After centuries of watching many empires from the Romans to the British set fire to cultural diversity – and given arguments that many Western nations continue to do this today, just without being quite as invadey – this sounds like a nice change of pace. Live and let live. But this also creates a mind-boggling acceptance of suffering, genocide, exploitation, and oppression within Starfleet.

One of the first chronological examples of the faults of moral relativism is found in the Star Trek: Enterprise episode, “Cogenitor.” Archer and his crew meet an affable, three-gendered species called the Vissians, but we quickly learn that only two of the society’s genders have any real rights. The third gender is referred to as a “cogenitor,” and Trip Tucker ends up on Captain Archer’s shit list for teaching it how to read and putting ideas in its head. When the cogenitor later begs for asylum, Archer refuses. It gets worse – the cogenitor is sent back to the people who basically treat it as chattel and commits suicide, and Archer points out that Tucker’s interference led to its death and will mean the Vissian couple will probably never get to have a child. No winners in this ethical dilemma of an episode, only losers. Until you remember none of this would have happened in the first place if the Vissians had just treated the cogenitors like people.

In the Star Trek: The Next Generation episode, “Angel One,” we encounter the cringe worthy society of Angel I, a planet of misandric women who oppress men. We all got a few giggles at the ladies of Enterprise-D being suddenly held in higher regard than their male counterparts, but things get very dark when Beata, the Elected One of Angel I, decides some dudes need to die for spreading heretical teachings that imply men are equal to women. We get a sort of cop out solution in which Beata has a change of heart and decides to banish rather than execute these “heretics” after Riker makes an impassioned speech about basic rights, but Riker was more than willing to let things go bad if need be, because, “The Prime Directive” and “Just because I don’t like it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.”

The 80′s were a weird time. That outfit is a few inches of fabric away from having a codpiece.

In another Star Trek: The Next Generation episode, “Symbiosis,” we’re introduced to the Ornarans and Brekkians and we find out that after an ancient plague, the Brekkians started peddling an expensive and addictive drug to the Ornarans and calling it a “treatment.” There’s no plague anymore – the Brekkians just control the Ornarans through their drug addiction. Dr. Crusher finds a way to synthesize this drug and offers to help wean the Ornarans off their addiction, but what does Captain Picard do? He tells her to mind her own damn business because it’s not the Federation’s place to tell the Brekkians that it’s wrong to deceive and enslave the Ornarans through an addictive drug.

This episode also gave us one of the weirdest brawls in Star Trek history. Like a Reefer Madness for the 24th century, if you will. 

And this is the most uncomfortable part of moral relativism – who gets to draw the line and where do we draw it? On one end of the spectrum, we have moral relativism which claims anything goes – societies should be able to torture animals, employ the slave labor of children, and oppress women as they see fit – just as long as enough people agree it isn’t wrong to do so. At the other end of the spectrum sits moral absolutism, a theoretical construct that would result in a perfectly unified, homogenous culture, but one that would also strip away many facets of culture that lead to human diversity. 

If Star Trek is supposed to serve as a guide for how we might become a more progressive society, it does a terrible job a lot of the time. Now, there are many instances of our protagonists saying “to hell with the Prime Directive!” and taking what most of us would agree is the more morally praiseworthy route. But there’s no rhyme or reason to it. Just look at how they treat the Borg. Why is it ok to let some societies oppress men or drug another species into submission but it’s not ok to let the Borg assimilate the galaxy in their ultimate quest for perfection? 

I’m going to guess the answer is that until the Borg decided to stick nanoprobes in a Federation citizen, the cheerful little robots simply weren’t the Federation’s problem. We might argue that the Prime Directive certainly has provisions for self-defense - how ridiculous would it be to consent to being annihilated or assimilated just because the Federation is afraid of offending another culture and refuses to draw a line in the sand where right stops and wrong starts? The slope gets slippery here though. We could say this mirrors the concept of large Western nations trying to police the rest of the world and impose their customs on other societies - but how many of us watched documentaries about the Holocaust in school and wondered why the hell previous generations allowed shit to get that bad? How many of us continue to stand by while people in Iraq and Syria live under the threat of the Islamic State? I doubt most people even realize what’s going on in the Philippines or Venezuela right now because hey, “Not my country, not my problem.” It is a huge gray area for what constitutes forcing certain customs on unwilling societies and trying to genuinely help people, but if we can’t agree that Nazi extermination camps and religiously motivated beheadings are bad and need to stop (even when they aren’t happening to us personally), I’ll be surprised if we ever make to the 24th century. It makes me wonder how exactly Earth “solved its problems” and created a utopian society in the first place with this attitude of moral relativism.

Let’s face it – we have no shortage of modern travesties that sound ridiculous in the context of this philosophical approach. The Chechen Republic has been reportedly rounding up gay men and torturing them in recent months, and moral relativism would have us shrug and say, “But their culture says homosexuality is a sin.” 

To anyone who actually thinks that, fuck you. 

Bacha bazi, a practice where adolescent boys are groomed for sexual relationships with older men, remains pervasive in many Pashtun societies. Moral relativism would tell us that we shouldn’t condemn predatory pedophilia because to do so would mean unfairly imposing our Western beliefs on their culture. 

Just because one culture says widespread sexual coercion is ok doesn’t make it so. 

I could keep going on, but this post is already long enough. The bottom line is, all too often, Star Trek lazily glosses over a lot of moral and ethical dilemmas by using the argument, “Who are we to judge?” June is Pride Month, and in honor of LGBT individuals all over the globe who all too often have less rights than their cisgender heterosexual counterparts, maybe we should avoid looking to the “progressive” future of Star Trek and instead ask the question, “Who are we to not judge?” 

While I can’t resolve one of the greatest philosophical questions ever devised, someone once gave me a great piece of advice that I think applies to this idea of moral relativism: no person’s belief is inherently worthy of respect, but every person is. 

Books Everyone Should Read!

I’ve wanted to do this for ages, so here goes. These are some of the books/plays/poets that I think (this is just my opinion!) everyone should read before they die. If anyone wants to add to the list, then please do by commenting or reblogging!

Originally posted by blackewhitelover

Fantasy and/or Children’s Novels: 

  • The Harry Potter Series - J. K. Rowling. Anyone who knows me, knows that I will always love Potter, until the very end. 
  • The Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien.
  • The Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis.
  • The Percy Jackson Series - Rick Riordan. All of his books are great, not just this series, but the others too.
  • Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through The Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll.
  • The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (The Oz Books) - L. Frank Baum.
  • The Mortal Instruments Series - Cassandra Clare.
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events - Lemony Snicket.
  • The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett.
  • The Once & Future King - T. H. White. 

Dystopian and/or Utopian Novels: 

  • The Hunger Games - Suzanne Collins.
  • The Maze Runner Trilogy - James Dashner. 
  • The Divergent Trilogy - Veronica Roth.

  • The Giver Quartet - Lois Lowry.
  • Lord of the Flies -  William Golding.

  • The Handmaid’s Tale -  Margaret Atwood.
  • The Road - Cormac McCarthy.

Gothic and/or Horror Novels:

  • Dracula - Bram Stoker.
  • The Beetle: A Mystery - Richard Marsh.
  • The Bloody Chamber - Angela Carter.
  • Frankenstein - Mary Shelley.
  • The Fall of the House of Usher & Other Writings - Edgar Allen Poe.
  • Interview with a Vampire - Anne Rice.
  • The Darren Shan Series - Darren Shan. 
  • Salem’s Lot - Stephen King.
  • Dreamcatcher - Stephen King.
  • The Shining - Stephen King.
  • Carrie - Stephen King. 

Young Adult and/or Influential Novels:

  • To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee (I have Go Set A Watchman but I still need to read it!). 
  •  Oranges Aren’t The Only Fruit -  Jeanette Winterson.
  • The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger. 
  • The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini. 
  • The Virgin Suicides - Jeffery Eugenides. 
  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky. 
  • All The Bright Places - Jennifer Niven. 
  • Attachments - Rainbow Rowell. 
  • Eleanor & Park - Rainbow Rowell.
  • Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell. 
  • Landline - Rainbow Rowell.
  • Carry On - Rainbow Rowell.
  • Looking For Alaska - John Green.
  • An Abundance of Katherines - John Green.
  • Paper Towns - John Green.
  • Will Grayson, Will Grayson - John Green & David Levithan. 
  • The Fault in Our Stars - John Green.
  • Me and Earl and the Dying Girl - Jesse Andrews. 

Crime and/or Thriller Novels: 

  • The Alex Rider Series - Anthony Horowitz.
  • The Cuckoo’s Calling -  Robert Galbraith (J. K. Rowling). 
  • The Silkworm -  Robert Galbraith (J. K. Rowling).
  • Career of Evil -  Robert Galbraith (J. K. Rowling).


  • The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald.
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde.
  • Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen.
  • Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen.
  • Mansfield Park - Jane Austen.
  • Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte.
  • Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte.
  • Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck.
  • Great Expectations - Charles Dickens.
  • The Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck.
  • Moby-Dick; or, The Whale - Herman Melville.
  • Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens.
  • The Beach -  Alex Garland.

Plays (read them and if you can see a performance or two, there’s nothing like the theatre):

  • The Oresteia -  Aeschylus.
  • The Three Theban Plays - Sophocles.
  • The Odyssey - Homer. 
  • The Iliad - Homer. 
  • William Shakespeare’s Plays (these are just a few of my favourites!): 

Titus Andronicus.

Measure for Measure. 



A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

The Merchant of Venice.

As You Like It.

Twelfth Night.

  • The Duchess of Malfi - John Webster. 


  • William Blake’s Poetry - Literally one of my favourite poets. 
  • William Wordsworth’s Poetry.
  • War Poetry -  two of my favourites are Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon.
  • Sylvia Plath’s Poetry - C’mon, who hasn’t read her work?
  • Carol Ann Duffy - I love her. 

I think that’s all I have for now. I know I’m missing loads, but this is what I’ve been able to come up with so far. Also, just because she asked this is for the lovely @glide-thru, I read a lot :P

how to support indie authors

since self-publishing my first book, I discovered there are so many things I never knew about helping other self-published poets.

so, I’ve made a post combining everything I’ve learned and I would love for you to add your insight to this post as well.

  • buy the book. don’t ask for free copies. self-published writers are self-funded. fortunately, the process is fairly cheap, but that doesn’t mean we have the funds to buy a bunch of our own books and give them away. if you can’t afford it at the current price, wait for a possible sale or free book promotion. (additionally, I don’t have a problem with book bloggers asking for a copy in exchange for a review–just don’t get mad when we may not be able to provide a free copy.)
  • spread the word. if you bought it and loved it, spread the word. if you want it but can’t afford it at the moment, spread the word. most self-pubbed authors don’t have funds for traditional advertising methods. we rely on word-of-mouth advertising. follow their social media accounts and be sure to retweet, reblog, share, etc. when they post about their book. recommend the book to your friends and family. post pictures of the book on your social media too!
  • leave a review! this is a big one. you should do this with traditionally published authors as well. on Amazon, the more reviews you have, the more visibility your book will get. even if it’s as simple as “five stars, highly recommend,” it will go a long way.
  • cross-post your reviews! so many book reviewers leave a review on Goodreads and not on the retail site they purchased the book from. be sure to leave them on both!
  • while reviews are mainly meant to inform potential readers about the book, authors read them too. reviews are intended to be helpful. that being said, if you hated the book, that’s okay. honesty is great. but it will help both the potential reader AND the author if you share why, rather than just “book sucked, don’t buy.”
  • shipping delays and misprints are not our fault–please do not blame us. leaving a one star review because the book came a day late will lower an author’s ratings, and it’s for something completely out of their control. if you had a shipping error or misprint, please contact the support team of the retail site so they can help you.
  • don’t complain about the prices. in general, authors make very little off of each book. while self-published authors do have the freedom to set their own price, after manufacturing, printing, and shipping costs are taken out, we receive very little.  

I know there are a lot more ways to help authors so if you want to add to this list, please feel free!

(and I wouldn’t be a true author if I didn’t promote myself on this post, so if you would like to check out my best-selling poetry book, you can do so here.)

-shelby leigh

Wonho as your best friend

Originally posted by wonho-be-mine

  • you met him through mutual friends
  • thought he was totally annoying with that dorky laugh
  • but then one night all your friends ditch early
  • and it’s just the two of you
  • somehow you wander to a nearby park
  • kind of sketchy in the dead of night
  • and talk about everything
  • from your dreams to your fears to your secrets
  • you realize underneath his goofy exterior
  • lies someone really intelligent
  • and from then on you’re inseparable
  • platonic soulmates, if you will
  • he understands and accepts you in a way you never thought a friend would
  • and supports you no matter what
  • cries every time he reads your heartfelt cards
  • always ready to be your stand-in bf
  • or rescue you from a bad date
  • his muscles really come in handy then!
  • encourages you to go to the gym with him
  • but also the first to tell you to treat yourself to that cookie
  • loves skinship
  • a little too much sometimes
  • “Tone it down, we’re in public! This is why everyone thinks we’re dating!”
  • he gets really annoyed when people insist you’re dating
  • “What, I can’t be this close to someone without dating them?”
  • shuts down every person who says no
  • likes to set you up on blind dates with his mom’s friend’s kids
  • “I can keep a better eye on them this way!”
  • when you feel down, he cheers you up with extra cheesy compliments
  • “It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you~“
  • “Are you quoting The Fault In Our Stars to me right now??”
  • always brings your favorite snacks on movie night
  • the only one willing to binge watch Naruto with you
  • also cries as the same parts you do
  • your mutual friends refuse to watch anime with you two now, after that one incident when you both simultaneously burst into tears when Itachi died
  • yeah, that was awkward
  • always willing to go on an adventure with you
  • “let’s go get ice cream in the next town over!”
  • “it’s 4am…”
  • “so?”
  • “…I”ll be there in five.”
  • tries to help you study
  • but ends up being the biggest distraction with his random, existential questions
  • “do ants have souls too?”
  • he always calls you first when he has exciting news
  • sometimes his parents joke that they’re jealous you’re the one he goes to first
  • but really they adore you
  • and how good you’ve been for him
  • they secretly wish you were together but they know better
  • he’s only your best friend
  • and things are perfect that way
I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set…But my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
—  John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Trying (Damian Wayne Imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: Can you do one with older Damian Wayne where the reader an Damian are trying to get pregnant but they are having trouble. The reader thinks it’s all her fault but Damian comforts her and FLUFFF. then at they end they she finally gets pregnant.
Summary: After a long time of trying to get pregnant, you break from the thought of being unable to provide Damian a long desired family.
Word count: 968
Warning(s): Talk of sex; Sadness

Very early in my and Damians relationship we both knew we wanted a family. Damian knew though that with the work he does at night it might be very dangerous for not only him but also for his family.

But when Damian and I finally got married, we were beyond sure that we could make it work. Of course we let ourselves live the newlywed life for a while, just enjoying our time together. But two years after tying the knot, we knew we were ready, we were both yearning for a family.

We threw birth control out the door and started trying. We both knew it might take a while, my contraceptives needed to wear off, and my body needed to get used to the possibility of pregnancy.

After a half a year of trying, we were still hopeful, but sadly every pregnancy test turned out negative. Damian didn’t let it bother him what so ever, he just thought that we hadn’t gotten lucky yet. 

But for me, it was eating me up inside. How come teenagers often get pregnant even using contraceptives but I’m not able to get pregnant when we’re trying.

 Another half a year later, and we’re still coming up negative, even Damian was beginning to get a bit worried, but not nearly as worried as I was. I felt like it was all my fault, yet I was still trying to keep up a strong front, not letting my husband know how much it pained me inside.

On some days I felt like Dami would be so much better off with out me, some days I thought that maybe I was just never made to be a mother, on other days I thought that maybe a choice I had made prior in life has come back to haunt me. Every negative test hit me a bit harder, every time Damian would sympathetically hug me saying that we just needed to keep trying I would break a little more. I was slowly shattering.

Damian was away, dealing with work at Wayne enterprise, which meant I had time alone to reflect on life. I did yet another test.

“Of course it would be negative.” I mumble to myself, throwing the stick away. 

With my head in my hands I sit on the living room couch. The piercing silence giving me my final push.

“This is all my fault.” I slamm my fist violently in to the sides of the couch, tears streaming down my face.

“I’m just faulty, I can’t give him the family he wants.” I scream, slamming my hands down again, hiding my face in my knees in my shame. In all my heartbreak and rage I couldn’t hear Damian come in. He was in the doorway, looking at the scene unfold, his heart breaking, knowing that his beloved wife felt like she was to blame, and blaming himself for never noticing how this ordeal was affecting her.

He quietly came and sat down on the couch next to me, rubbing comforting circles on my back with his large warm hand, waiting for my breathing to calm back down, sobs shaking my whole body.

“Beloved…” He starts slowly, unsure of how to approach this new situation, it has taken him completely off guard. 

“This is not in any way your fault.” He tries to calm my mind, but causes me to snap up and look at him.

“This is nothing but my fault.” I sob, burying my face in his shoulder, as he pulled my body in to a tight embrace.

This is in no way your fault, Beloved, it’s just a bad set of circumstance. And even if we can never have children, I will love you no matter what. To the moon and back, Beloved. I would bring you the stars if you wanted me to. I love you more than my life.” He says, placing a gentle kiss on my head, my sobs slowly becoming weaker.

“We can always adopt, if we can’t have our own.” He says, now knowing the full extent of the damage this has caused my mental health.

I eventually fall asleep on him, he vows to himself to do everything in his power to make this better for me. He carries me to our bed, holding me close to him for the rest of the night, skipping patrol even.

The rest of the week was spent fixing what was broken, Damian never left my side, always asked me how I was doing, reading the small changes in my demeanor like an open book. I started feeling sick, but i attributed that to the stress I’ve been under.

But after two days my curiosity got the best of me. I snuck off to the bathroom, leaving Damian to read his book. I took yet another test, sitting on the floor praying that it would come up positive. 

After being in the bathroom, for what to Damian felt too long he came to the door and knocked. “Beloved, Is everything alright?” He questions, concern lacing his voice.

Yeah, everything’s okay.” I answer, absentmindedly grabbing the test, looking down at it. My eyes go wide as i look at the two red stripes, a loud scream escaping my mouth.

Damian begins to bang on the door, “Beloved, what happened?” He frantically asks. I pull open the door, hugging Dami for dear life. “Look” I say giving him the stick. It takes him a moment to process, but before I know it, his spinning me in his arms through the apartment, laughing, tears on his cheeks.

“I can’t believe it.” He exclaims, finally coming to a stop and hugging me close.

The rest of the pregnancy there wasn’t even a chance of him letting me out of his sight.


With love,

Cigarette Part1-SpiderMan



It had been 2 weeks since my mum had been to the doctors. If she doesn’t stop smoking, her respiratory issues will get worse and most likely will result in cancer, but she refused to stop. The only reason she had started was because my dad died, she said that the cigarettes and me are the only two constant things in her life, and she needs us for stability.

So since she refused to stop I would steal the packers she bought, I would remove majority of them as throw them out my window and leave one in the packet for her, so it was easier to convince her that she had smoked most already.

“I’m home” my mum said as she came flying through the door and gave me a tight hug. She had just got back from work with a bag of groceries and inevitably a packet of cigarettes was hidden in there.
“Alright sweetie, how was school?” She began to enquire as she started to unpack the shopping, as I continued to help in search of the dreaded cigarettes.
“Good mum, I had English today and we started work on a new novel, how was work?” As she began to tell me about how Mary lost the files that needs to be sent out by today, I discovered the cigarettes, emptying the packet I poured all but one into my pocket.
“Anyway mum, I need to get ahead start on my homework, We can talk more at dinner” She had already began to clatter about pots and utensils, so I slipped away into my room.

I pulled the cigarettes out my pocket and went to the window, then I slipped out onto the fire escape. I threw them off one by one, with each on that tumbled towards the ground a little bit of stress left me. It was very therapeutic, throwing away those cigarettes. Not to sound to much like fault in our stars but destroying the things that could kill my mum made me feel some what powerful. But with great power comes great responsibility and I was not responsible, so out of sheer curiosity I grabbed a lighter and set the cigarette on fire, and pressed it softly to my lips. I had never done this before I know I shouldn’t, I’m only 15, It was illegal but the temptation was to much. I wanted to understand why my mum did it.

As I began to inhale the toxic greyness that was begin emitted off the white stick, the sweet smoke drifted coolly down my throat and swirled around my lungs like a hurricane. I exhaled, letting the smoke dance out my mouth as It coiled into the darkening sky of Queens and began to blend softly into the skyline. I understand why I got a rush off of it, I hadn’t smoked before but I made no sense for my mum to do it, defeated I dropped the cigarette and let it fall into the alley way below me,
“Ahh! Shit! What was the?!” Someone began to yell from below. Crap. I precariously leaned over the edge preparing to give an apologetic smile and say sorry, I assumed it would be some drunk or homeless man but much to my surprise, Spiderman stared back up at me and narrowed his bizarrely expressive eyes.
“Oh, your Spider-Man” I said out loud now beginning to panic. Not only did I drop a lit cigarette on someone’s head but that someone was Spider-Man, a fucking superhero! I grew more nervous the longer he looked at me and the crush I had on the hero didn’t help me.
He shot a web up to the platform I was standing on, still holding the cigarette that bounced off his head in his hand.
“Is this yours?” He said, looking confused, I don’t think he anticipated that the crime he would catch someone committing tonight was a dumb teenage girl smoking a cigarette.
“Heh, m-maybe” I flashed him an awkward smile.
“Why were you smoking?” He tried to sound intimidating.
“I wanted to know what it was like, my mum does it, I wanted to understand why”
“Oh” that clearly wasn’t the answer he was anticipating,“What was it Like?” He was now intrigued by my thoughts.
“Aren’t you old enough to smoke yourself? Surely your over 18, right?”
“Oh, um yeah, of course I am” He drastically lowered his voice, making him sound less convincingly older.
“So does that mean your more of a Spider-Boy than Spider-Man?” Both of us had completely forgot the reason why he had swung up to me in the first place, and now entirely distracted with our new conversation.
“No! I’m Spider-MAN! MAN!” he overly emphasised man, he was probably rolling his eyes under that mask.
“Okay, Okay Spider-Man, Calm down” we both fell into an awkward silence, but I didn’t know what else to to say. I wanted to keep talking to him, he was not only a superhero but he seemed interesting,
“So, uh how are you?” Stupid, I mentally faced palmed, he’s a superhero, he’s fucking great.
“What?” He seemed both confused and startled by my question, but there was no backing out now.
“I asked How are you?”
“I’m good, I mean not much crime tonight, so, no injuries” I never thought about it, what if he got injured? Where would he go? Does he have anywhere to go? Does anyone know he’s a superhero? He’s probably about my age, he’s just a kid.
“How often do you get injured?” I pulled the cigarette out of his hand, it had burned out so I threw it into the alley way below.
“I don’t know, depends if there’s a fight really, sometimes the injuries are bad but I’d rather it was me than getting hurt than someone like you” I was nearly blushing, I sat down on the steps behind me and placed my head in my hands. This covered the pink glow on my cheeks as SpiderMan stepped closer towards me.
“If it’s really bad you could come over here? I have a bit of medical training thanks to my parents” My mum and dad were doctors so that gave me some basic knowledge and my mum taught me somethings when my dad’s illness got worse.
“So maybe I could treat some of your wounds, next time?”
“I would really like that, thanks”
“Well I can’t have Queen’s hero hobbling back to their house when I can help”
“I-I don’t actually know your name, What is it?”
“My name? It’s Y/N”
“Y/N, good name”
“Heh, Thanks” I smiled letting the blush fully shine on my cheeks.

He stood in front of me, studying my face as I began to study his suit, It was fascinating. Then the peaceful silence we were immersed in was shattered when in the distance a large, bright, blast boomed just two streets over.

I looked into the eyes of his mask,
“Um…well, you should probably go and help, but don’t forget I can always help you if you need it”
“I won’t forget Y/N”
“Good, I’d rather not see you get hurt, Goodbye Spider-Man” Just as he was about to swing a web in the direction of the blast I said,“Oh and sorry about that cigarette”
“It’s not a problem, and thanks for talking to me, not many people are up for a conversation”
“Your mother fucking Spider-Man, I’ll talk to you anytime”

I turned to head back in through me window and as I glanced back around he was no longer on my fire escape. In the distance I seen him swing from building to building, as he morphed into the skyline.

That night the rain battered down against my window as the storm ragged on outside, initially I thought that’s what the pounding was-or my neighbour got lucky- however much to my surprise and horror it was Spider-Man. He clung desperately to the window frame outside as he clutched his right side, both his suit and hand soaked in blood with his suit littered with tares and cuts. The eyes on his masked had scrunched up and through the window I could hear him moan and whine in pain from his fatal wounds.

‘Spider-Man what have you done?!’

Part 2

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.” 

Dumb headcanons

Some of these are from like 4 months ago lol

Coles scar turned his eye green as well, instead of whatever color it used to be, but left the other one the same.

Morro is an insomniac.

Lloyd really enjoys books, especially stuff related to “Divergent” or “The Spiderwick Chronicles”

Kai caught Lloyd reading the Fault in Our Stars and now it’s both their favorite thing.

(Follow up on one of my old headcanons posts) Jay needs glasses(badly) but refuses to wear them to avoid teasing from Cole/Kai(mainly Kai), and when he has contacts in his eyes they are a really beautiful Amber kind of color?? But their also this stunning blue/grey mix when he’s wearing the glasses or doesn’t have his contacts in.

Nya also really loves it when Jay wears his glasses.

Kai accidentally set his hair on fire when styling it one day and to this day Cole still teases him about it.

Skylor definitely has a little crush on Nya <3

Jay has more followers on Instagram than Kai and that bugs him a lot lol

Zane really loves hikes, whenever the Ninja are out on some sort of mission that involves hiking or nature, Zane internally gets so hyped.

Jay has probably out nerded Lloyd when it comes to comics/video games and you’ll often find the two trying to fight each other in little “who knows more” battles.

Kai and Jay have filmed one of those “driving with” videos and literally all Jay did was air guitar and do weird dances and lip syncs to songs and Kai just had rly bad roadrage and wouldn’t stop yelling at everyone/Jay/birds in the road and may or may not have joined in with the lipsyncing at one point(he also got a speeding ticket at some point)

Nya really loves blueberries and you’ll often catch her with a bowl full of them.

Coles favorite season is Autumn and he absolutely loves the colours of the trees and all the leaves falling everywhere and the colder breezes, but he hates snow and winter and always complains about the cold.

Morro’s birthday is probably on Halloween? Or Lloyd’s?

Lloyd adores cats, especially black cats and tabby cats.

Zane and Cole enjoy sitting down and drawing together, and both are insanely good at it.

Nya and Skylor go out shopping together and Nya sits and braids Skylors hair for her all the time while they rant about stupid stuff her brother/Jay have done.

Jay loves when it rains, it reminds him of Nya. (//leaves)

Zane often won’t sleep, so he’ll sit up and bake or talk quietly to Pixal about things that might be bothering him, or just about random stuff in general or about how much he cares about her/the team.

Echo Zane will randomly walk up to everyone and quickly hug them(like that scene from Yuri on Ice).

Dareth is hella gay for Ronin and Jay knows.

Zane is like the team therapist sometimes and Jay always comes to him for advice about anything.

And that’s all lol

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
—  John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

Marvel/Fox have announced their upcoming movies’ release dates for 2018! Deadpool 2 is set to release June 1. 2018. New Mutants, an X-Men spinoff movie hits theaters April 2nd, 2018.And “Dark Phoenix”, another X-Men spinoff about Jean Grey, has a release date of November 2nd, 2018.

Here’s what we know about each of them:


  • Release: June 1, 2018
  • Directed by David Leitch
  • Josh Brolin cast as Cable
  • Zadie Beetz cast as Domino
  • Colossus, Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and Dopinder as returning
  • Filming will begin on June 19 until September 18. 


  • X-Men spinoff
  • Directed by Josh Boone (The Fault in Our Stars)
  • Based on the early ‘80s comics
  • Likely going to involve the character Blink, Warpath, and Sunspot (We’ve seen them all briefly in Days of Future Past)
  • Also going to include Danielle Moonstar, Wolfsbane, Cannonball, Magik, and Warlock
  • James McAvoy IS returning as Professor X
  • Maisie Williams has been rumored for a role in this film
  • Release: April 2018 (tentative)
  • No casting yet


  • X-Men spinoff movie about Jean Grey
  • Unknown if Sophie Turner will reprise her role as young Jean or if they will make it about an older version of the character
  • Very possible that James McAvoy stars as Professor X
  • Release: November 2nd, 2018.
Jamie/Tyler Fic Recs

My favorite bennguin fics. Extra sappy with a side of smut. 

Door to Door by  Ferritin4 | 10.1K

“It’s three in the morning,” Jamie says. On cue, a dog pokes its head around the corner to the entryway and bounces over to the — to this guy. It’s followed by another, browner dog, and Jamie has a moment of surrealist sleep-deprived horror where he imagines an infinite string of dogs forever bounding gleefully towards —

“I work two jobs. I’m Tyler,” Tyler says, extending his hand. “Do you want to come in?”

Well, he’s not doing anything illegal, Jamie thinks, shaking it, because no criminal in the history of crime has ever willingly invited a cop into their house, and there is no one in the city of Dallas who hasn’t pegged Jamie as a cop within six seconds of meeting him.

dumb love thing by  cornfields | 16.5K

Jamie would explain that he couldn’t call Tyler anymore because the dumb love thing is getting worse, and that Tyler deserves buddies that are normal and cool and didn’t spend a good ten years unable to string sentences together. Tyler already has a million buddies that are super fucking chill and rad and whatever else Tyler likes to say when he’s drunk and shirtless. “Don’t stop calling,” Tyler insists. “I hate it when people stop calling.”

texas heat by  Rest | 9.7K

He can’t pretend getting traded didn’t gut him. He gave that city his all, and some part of him really thought it was going to be a for-life thing. But he can see, now, that Boston wasn’t actually that good for him. Dallas is giving him a chance to be better.

He doesn’t think being better includes creeping on his dog walker, but whatever. Nobody’s perfect.

something good and right and real by  blamefincham, thistidalwave | 15.4K

Jamie stares at him for a long moment, blinking slowly. “You…what?”

“Told her I’d bring you to the wedding and tell everyone the story of how we realized we’re in love?” Tyler repeats. “It’s in Florida. This weekend. Uh, I hope you don’t have plans?”

“But we’re not…in love,” Jamie says, like he’s checking to make sure it’s still true.

“No, we’d have to pretend,” Tyler says.

Already Winning by  lightgetsin | 14.4K

Which was how Jamie found himself on the living room floor of Tyler’s unfurnished house in the middle of the best third date of his life, arguing over sex toy assembly.

personal relations by  bluejayys | 13.1K

“Okay everyone,” Tyler says, grinning wildly. “Welcome to my very special social media seminar: How Not to Be a Dick on the Internet.” He pauses, and then honest to God winks at Jamie. “Some of you might want to take notes.”

In which Tyler is the new Stars PR guy and Jamie doesn’t like to bunch mox. He does, as it turns out, like to duck sick, though.

say geronimo by  Menacherie | 4.6K

Jamie learns how to cook and gets love advice from soccer moms.

Wear Your Apron High by  lupinus, reallyyeahokay, uraneia | 7.9K

Tyler gets knocked up and then his good-for-nothing cheating husband gets his fool self killed. Luckily his friend Jordie has a farm and the need for an extra set of hands. He also has a really cute brother. Too bad Jamie doesn’t seem to like Tyler much.

Non-Optional Tickets to the Trainwreck by  ice_hot_13 | 16.3K

College!AU; Tyler makes a horrible first impression on Jamie when he transfers to Dallas, and that’s really just the latest disaster in Tyler’s life.

So Let’s Raise the Bar (And Our Cups to the Stars) by  Brioux | 15.1K

It’s all Jordie’s and Jason’s fault. At least, that’s what Jamie will say later. 

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.
—  John Green | The Fault in Our Stars
My name is Hazel. Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knew. I will not tell you our love story, because - like all real love stories - it will die with us, as it should. I’d hoped that he’d be eulogizing me, because there’s no one I’d rather have… I can’t talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this. There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s 0.1 and 0.12 and 0.112 and infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we use to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinite. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

Hazel Grace eulogy for Augustus Waters.

The Fault In Our Stars by John Green. 

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”  

- The Fault In Our Stars, John Green


“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”