the roof was closed :

What I’ve learnt about living in Ireland during hurricane Ophelia

Ireland: As long as you’ve got your packets of Tayto’s and a Guinness in hand you’ll be grand! What’s a wee bit of wind gonna do?


*meanwhile outside trees are knocking over, bins are flying, schools have been forced to close and roofs are being ripped off buildings*


Ireland: See? Nothing to worry about!

Jealous - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Hi! Could I possibly get a Jughead imagine where he’s really close to the reader, they practically seem like they’re in a relationship. But he gets jealous when the reader gets asked out on a date by a guy she used to have a crush on and she accepts. (mainly because she had never been on an official date before and she thinks it’ll be nice.)

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale


I’m sorry it’s so short but I promise it’s real sweet!!!

Y/F/C/N - Your First Crush Name

It was pointless really, to argue with Jughead. He was so stubborn, he would just roll his eyes at whatever you had said and change the subject. This very thing happened when you mentioned that Y/F/C/N had shyly asked you out on a date. You were expecting a, “Be safe and use protection,” line, but what you got was pure anger.

“Why him, Y/N, I thought you had better taste!” You felt your face flush at his words as you looked around the near-empty diner to see if anyone heard. “What’s wrong with you, Jughead,” you whispered, “I just thought it would be nice!” He cocked an eyebrow at you, staring into your face. “Nice? You’re expecting nice from Y/F/C/N?!” You almost couldn’t believe him, if it wasn’t for your strong friendship you wouldn’t have been prepared for this type of reaction. You leaned over the table, peering into his eyes, “Why do you even care?”

“Are you serious Y/N?!” His voice was in a whisper, but you could still hear the hostility. “I care because you’re, you’re my friend,” the hesitation in his voice almost broke your heart. You thought of all the times you’d hang out with Jughead; in school where you would assuredly squeeze his hand when Reggie and his friends would walk past. The numerous times you stayed over at his house, luring yourselves to sleep by talking about everything and anything. One morning, you woke up before him and saw that, during the night, you had moved closer to him and his arm was wrapped around your waist. You felt tears stinging in your eyes as you thought of it all, because at the current moment, it felt like all of those good times were in your head.

“You sure, Jughead? That didn’t sound very convincing,” You pushed away from the table and out of the booth. You walked out of the diner and didn’t look back.


As it turned out, Jughead was right. Y/F/C/N was a jerk, not even remotely nice. The date itself started out okay, but when you arrived at the restaurant, their attitude changed. They acted as if they didn’t even want to be there. Towards the end of the date, they came clean and said that they only asked you out because of a bet with their friends. “Date the freak’s counterpart, that was the deal.” After that, you just stormed out, leaving them in the dust. Now, you were walking home, through the narrow streets of Riverdale. The night sky was covered in stars, not a cloud in sight. It reminded you of the time you and Jughead snuck up on his roof and made up fake constellations.

“That one is obviously Archie’s eyebrow,” Jughead said, pointing up at the sky. You had let out a giggle, “It is!” He turned to you and smiled, staring into your eyes. It grew quiet all of the sudden and the tension built further. “I could say something really stupid right now,” Jughead whispered, his voice weak as if he were nervous. You swallowed, still staring into his blue eyes. “Then say it,” you whispered back, “your kind of stupid is my favorite.” He smiled once more, mouth opening to say something when he was interrupted by his mom yelling. “What are you two doing up there?!”

You smiled at the memory, feeling your heart sink in your chest. You needed to talk to him, if not over the phone tonight, then at school tomorrow. You turned on the small bit of sidewalk that lead up to your house and almost started to laugh. You had auto piloted to Jughead’s house. You walked up the steps of the porch to the door and before you could even knock, it opened. Jughead stood in the doorway, staring at your face. You didn’t saw a word and you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso. He placed his arms at your waist, pulling you inside and out of the cold. Neither of you said a word as you walked quietly up to his room. You shed your jacket and placed it on his chair, walking over to his bed to lay down. He carefully shut his door, trying hard not to make a sound and walked over to you. He climbed on his bed, laying on his side to face you. You just stared at each other for a while, until Jughead spoke up. “It didn’t go well?” He asked and you just smiled. “What do you think?” He brushed some hair out of your face and he could see the hurt in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”  he whispered, and you just shook your head. “I should’ve listened to you, I wasted my first date on that nincompoop.” He let out a breathy chuckle and then he face grew serious. “That was your first date?” You nodded, but he just stared at you. “That only justifies how jealous I was,” he whispered and you raised your eyebrow at him.

“Jealous?” You asked, scooting close to him. He rolled his eyes, “I mean, come on Y/N, you’re it.” You let out a fake, quiet laugh and rolled your eyes. Jughead suddenly sat up, “You don’t believe it?” You sat up alongside him and shook your head, “Whatever it is, I’m not it. It sounds like unimaginable greatness.”

“That’s what you are,” he said, trying to keep quiet, “you’re great, but the best part is…” He leaned towards you, staring into your eyes, “…you’re real.”

It grew quiet as your cheeks blushed when Jughead reached a hand up to your face. Your faces shifted closer until your foreheads rested against each other. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. “Let me take you on a real first date,” Jughead whispered and you felt your heart flutter. You opened your eyes to find his darting between your gaze and your lips. “Yes,” you whispered back, and you leaned in, brushing your lips to his. He pressed towards you, kissing you for the first time. He had been wanting to do this all along you realized, and that night on the roof was as close as he got until right now. You pulled away, a smile gracing your lips, as well as his. “You were so jealous.”

Marichat May Day 20: Night on the town

This is a gift for @australet789 who actually gave me this idea while we were talking. I hope you will enjoy!


When Chat landed on the rooftop next to her, Marinette was really glad Tikki flew in her purse just moments before.She had to run fast after she cleansed the akuma, it had been a really close all and she ended up on a roof. Chat saw her too, apparently.

“Hello, Purrincess.” he made a curt bow, before taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “I see you got stranded by the akuma. And I as your loyal knight, will escort you to your tower and protect you along the way.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, before glancing over her shoulder. There wasn’t such a long distance. Only 500 meters from her home and it was easier going over the rooftops anyway. And it was dusk. She could work with it.

“So what do you say about it, Princess?”

Marinette turned her eyes back to him and her lips curled in a smirk. The look obviously took Chat by surprise.

“You know what, Chat. I’ll race you there.”

Chat looked confused only for it to morph into horror as Marinette turned around and sprinted across the rooftop doing a handspring and landing gracefully on a chimney. To be honest, Chat wasn’t sure if he should be terrified for her or turned on. Just then she looked over her shoulder with a confident smirk. And then she winked.

Turned on was it.

He was pulled out by his little attraction induced trance when Marinette disappeared behind the chimney.

“Princess, wait!”

He was also a little bit, but actually a fucking lot terrified. Because not only was a civilian racing him across rooftops, but said civilian was also known for her clumsiness and ability to trip over air. This was not good for his health. As quickly as he could, he began running after her. And after he passed that chimney he was surprised to find Marinette a couple of meters ahead of him. Not only was she actually managing the whole running over the rooftops part, she was pulling off some tricks that were more for showing off than for helping her in this race. Chat was pleasantly surprised. Ad maybe just a little… what was the word? Enticed. Yeah, that was it. Marinette somersaulting through air and looking so happy and carefree was quite the sight and it made his heart beat faster

As for Marinette, well, she might have gained a parkour obsession in the last couple of months. It just started out of curiosity, how would it be to run over the rooftops without the Ladybug suit. At first, she just got over the chimney of her house. Then the next night after another. And another. And so on till she crossed the whole building. And after that, she began trying to scale the next building. It was refreshing. And f she didn’t know the rooftops of Paris, then no one did. She heard Chat’s steps close behind her and laughed. There was no way she will let him win. Her eyes focused on the gap between two buildings that she needed to jump over.

“MARINETTE NO!”

Chat felt his heart stop as Marinette jumped off the building. He forgot how to breathe as she rolled through the air. And when she landed on the building safely, he almost sighed in relief. Until he saw her rolling across the roof. What if she got hurt? Fuck, why wasn’t he faster? What if she injured herself badly? What if she broke something? What if she got a concussion? His mental question spree was cut short as Marinette stood up gracefully and obviously not injured. Then she blew him a kiss.

“Come on, cat boy! Don’t give me unfair advantages.”

Chat blinked before jumping as well. Marinette gave him a confident smile before beginning to run again, Chat hot on her tail. He had to admit, they got chemistry when it came to parkouring over Paris’ rooftops. It was sort of familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. And while the whole race was fun, the fact that Marinette had such a cute ass to stare at as he tried to catch with her totally helped. Not that he ever stared at her super cute ass, no.

“I win!” Marinette declared victoriously when she landed on her balcony, Chat doing the same just seconds later. She turned around to face him. “So what do you think about this princess’ skills, my knight?” she asked playfully before ringing his bell.

Chat felt his face going red. “Marry me.”

“What?”

“What?”

It’s Our Turn (Guess Who’s Back Part 2)

Writer - @damndescendants

Requested - nope. Just doing a part 2 to give you something while I finish requests up

Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants

Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader

Summary – After their encounter with Harry Hook, (Y/N) and the other Villain Kids make their plan to get Ben back and find a way to bring Harry back with them 

Warning(s) - fighting, near drowning, fluff at end, bad writing because I have no idea where this was going lmao

Originally posted by rottentothecoreee

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Suit and Tie

Written for: @gaybybirth 

Summary: Bucky is your date for a dinner party and you two sneak off to have some fun of your own 

A/N: Whew, this was a long one. I wrote this for one of my fav blogs and honestly I’ve had the worst writer’s block but this was so fun!! I’ll be getting out other requests soon :) Also please send me things!

Warnings: Bucky in a suit goddamn, Dom!Bucky, metal hand kink, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (no babies here; wrap it up kids)

Word Count: 3.6k+

Originally posted by fvckmxk

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The Brothel (Pt. 1)

Jungkook x Reader

“He is beautiful beyond the dreams of pornography.”

Warnings: Very explicit sexual content.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. Not proofread. Enjoy! **the keep reading doesn’t show up in mobile, so you can go to my description and find the story there

Part 1


You remember the first time you saw him in front of you.

You got out of your apartment and into the hallway when you saw his tall figure stumbling down the corridor. His jaw was was clenched and he was breathing through his nose – every exhale echoing through the old, decaying corridor of your building.

He finally lost balance and stumbled into a wall, coming to a stop, and pressing his back flush against the torn wallpaper of the corridor. He started sliding down the wall, his legs slowly giving out.

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anonymous asked:

hey you're blog is amazing!! i wanted to stop by to ask you if you have any headcanons for pregnant/parents kanej? (highly unlikely but let's pretend)

Oh BOY HAVE I GOT A LIST FOR YOU

  • They plan on adoption. They both have no sexual interest in each other, and Kaz secretly wants to save a kid from going down what he experienced (exactly the same reason why he took Wylan under his wing). 
  • And of course, because they’re not the conventional pair, they adopt one by accident. They storm a Council of Tides meeting and find a Shu servant girl that’s about seven years old. Inej visits one of the Council member’s houses and gives him a nice chat threat about how he’s never going to partake in child labor again. 
  • When Kaz asks her for her name and her parents, she replies that she never had any parents, and she only knew her first name: Meigui. 
  • Kaz introduces her to the gang, and when she asks about what he does, he answers that he’s a businessman. He doesn’t make her part of the gang because Inej would skewer him.  
  • Nina, Wylan, and Jesper think she’s adorable and spoil her rotten with their respective skillsets. Matthias turns into the awkward uncle that’s actually a big sweetheart when it comes to his niece. Meigui and Kuwei get along famously, and they both love to sit back and sip tea while watching drama unfold. (oftentimes it’s drama they caused rip @ Dregs)
  • She goes to school and gets tutored at the university district, to Jesper’s delight. (“I’ve set an example!” / “Jesper, you dropped out, that’s not exactly an example she should follow.” / “Semantics.”)  
  • Meigui doesn’t make it known that she has kick ass Barrel parents, because she’s noticed that they react a little strangely when she calls them mother or father. So she stays silent about who her parents are, assuming that they didn’t want everyone to know and thus she respects their privacy. 
  • It gets out anyway because nothing stays a secret in the Barrel, and the kids in school basically beg her to tell them what’s like to have the great Kaz Brekker as a father. 
  • “Who, Da? He goes into business, loves Ma, instills fear in other men with his name. He’s not really that different from yours.”  
  • She’s not that good at magic tricks, but she’s good at figuring them out, to Kaz’s surprise. Her insight makes her quick to catch on to Kaz’s persuasive tactics, and she soon gets allowed to sit and talk at business meetings that only house the toughest and the slyest Barrel gang members. When the other gangs see Meigui at Kaz’s side, they think she’s a servant, but as soon as she opens her mouth, their eyes pop out of their heads. Kaz definitely doesn’t smirk. She quickly becomes Kaz’s confidant in tactics and dealing with the other gangs.
  • “She asked to be there, Inej. A couple more years, and she could hold her own against any merchant in these harbors.” 
  • “Kaz, she’s eight and a half.” 
  • “And by nine she’ll be able to take down each member of the Council of Merchants in verbal debate.” 
  • Inej teaches her acrobatic skills, to Meigui’s delight. Kaz nearly has a heart attack when he sees the girl on the roof of the Slat for the first time. Talking with Inej doesn’t change anything. (“You taught her how to manipulate people. At least rooftops won’t break her innocence.”)
  • The girl soon says to anyone around her that Inej taught her to fly. It’s so precious that Kaz never gets to chastising her about the Slat roof incident, or any other rooftop sessions. He does keep a very close eye on the rooftops of Ketterdam now, though.
  • On her ninth birthday, some snot-nosed son of a rich mercher says to her, “Do you honestly think your parents are really yours? You’re Shu, your da’s Kerch, and your ma’s Suli. They probably picked you up out of the bottom of the harbor and killed your real par—” 
  • No one hears the rest of the sentence because Meigui smashes her fist into the boy’s face.  When asked why she did it, she says, “He didn’t look like he spoke a language of courtesy, so I chose one of violence to get my message through.” 
  • Inej and Kaz can’t help but smile even though they chastise her for using fists instead of telling one of them first.  Inej has to convince Kaz not to hunt down the bully
  • And when Meigui starts to learn about the false alarm of the Queen Anne’s Plague in her class, she asks Kaz and Inej one night to tell her what they did to cause that, because she knows that they’re always around whenever Ketterdam makes history. 
  • Kaz and Inej exchange glances before Inej smiles, sits next to Meigui, and starts telling her a story.  
  • “Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys…” 
  • Kaz doesn’t move from his desk and continues to work, but listens to Inej and Meigui talk into the night with a ghost of a smile on his lips. 
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YA LIT MEME: Three Endings,

↳  THE RAVEN CYCLE  by Maggie Stiefvater. [1/3]

Back at the Barns, Ronan thought about all the things he liked and didn’t like about Cabeswater, and what he would do differently if he was to manifest it now. What would give it more protection against a threat in the future, what would make it better able to connect with other places like Cabeswater on the line, what would make it a truer reflection of himself.  

Then, holding these things in his head, he climbed up on to the roof and gazed up at the sky. 

Then he closed his eyes and he began to dream.

Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up

Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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Dylann Roof Closing Statement

“I think it’s safe to say that someone in their right mind wouldn’t go into a church and kill people.

You might remember in my confession to the FBI I told them I had to do it. But obviously, that’s not really true. I didn’t have to do it. And not one made me do it. But what I meant when I said that was I felt like I had to do it. And I still feel like I had to do it.
And throughout this whole trial you’ve heard a lot about hate and hatred, and how much hatred I’m filled with and how vast my hate was. Well I don’t like what black people do. If I was really filled with how much hate I allegedly am, wouldn’t I just say yes? Why would I lie about that? It wouldn’t make any sense.

And wouldn’t it be fair to say that the prosecution hates me since they are trying to get the death penalty. And you could say, ‘of course they hate you. Everyone hates you. They have good reason to hate you’ I’m not denying that. But I’m saying anyone who hates anything in their mind has a good reason to hate. But I would say that in this case the prosecution, along with anyone else who hates me, are the ones who have been misled. 
Anyone, including the prosecution who thinks that I am filled with hatred has no idea what real hate is. They think..  they don’t know what hatred looks like. They think they do but they don’t really.

And from what I’ve been told, I have a right to ask you to give me a life sentence, but I’m not sure that would do any good anyway. But what I will say is only one of you has to disagree. I know that at least some of you were asked during jury selection.. if you were willing to stand up for your own opinion. That’s all.”

Uptown Girl [5]

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: first of all, i want to say thank you to everyone who’s read uptown girl!! i cannot thank you enough for all your kind words <3 second, i lied lmao there’s gonna be one FINAL chapter after this one (i promise this is for real now lmao) p.s. peter’s pov lol

p.s. (2) don’t hate me for ending this chapter where it ends lol

Peter Parker x Reader

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by buckybarnres

“Karen, could you show me the videos I took on my phone from last Tuesday.” I was laid down on the top of a building after a long afternoon of running after car thieves and helping lost tourists. All I wanted to do was see Y/N and sleep.

“I’m connecting to your phone, now.” Karen’s robotic voice filled my ears. “Playing video footage.”

My vision was filled with Y/N’s smiling face as we walked in the park. Her hair was blowing in the wind and the light that was hitting her face made her look like an angel.

“Peter! Put that away! I look hideous right now.” She exclaimed in the video. As if she could ever look hideous.

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Peter x Reader Imagine

Summary:  After getting your feelings hurt by one of your friends, you decide to spend the rest of the afternoon at the roof of the building you live in, to have some time alone with your thoughts. However, Peter, who happens to live in the same building as you, saw you cry on your way home, and followed you to the roof to make sure you were okay. From that day, something sparked between the two of you.

A/N: I’m basically venting my feelings, something very similar happened to me today and I feel like shit about it.

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Friends

“Hey Y/N” One of your closest friends waved at you, as you emptied your backpack, leaving everything inside your locker. “Hey, you’re going to Frank’s birthday party?”

You frowned at your friend. You knew Frank’s birthday was today, and wished him a happy birthday in both his social media and at school. But, at any point, Frank didn’t tell you anything about a party or something.

“What? Why am I always the last one to be told about plans and stuff?” You asked sarcastically.

“Shit” Your friend muttered. “I-I thought he’d told you. He said he invited everyone from our group of friends…” He said awkwardly.

You felt your heart break a little bit. Did it feel like you’d been stabbed in the back or being left forgotten to die? Was it both of them? Whatever it was, it hurt, and instantly made you feel stupid for considering Frank a close friend, when apparently, Frank didn’t consider you as close as you’d thought.

“I-I mean…” Your friend continued, realising his mistake, and noticing how your usual smile immediately changed to a crooked attempt of smile. “I thought you two were buddies, ya know?” He laughed awkwardly, avoiding your stare.

“Yeah” You said feeling a lump in your throat. “So did I” You closed your locker and turned around, as your eyes became teary. “Gotta go, I might miss the bus” You said coldly and left at once.

Silent tears began falling from your eyes, as you avoid looking at anyone on your way to the bus stop. What an awful feeling, both anger and sadness filled you with loud thoughts, making you wish you could just mute the entire world and just be alone in silence for a while.

You sat on the very first seat of the bus, and looked out the window, hoping that everyone would ignore you.

“Ned, I’m telling you, Spanish isn’t that hard if you hand in everything in time” You heard Peter Parker’s voice, a nice and shy guy with whom you shared several classes, plus he happened to live in the same building as you did. You weren’t precisely friends, but, you found it easy to talk to Peter.

“I dunno, man. The teacher definitely hates me” Said Ned.

“Do you mind if I sit with you Y/N” Peter asked politely, as you shrugged.

Normally you’d greet both Peter and Ned. But since your eyes were fixed on the window, Peter noticed your weird attitude.

“Is everything alright?” Peter asked you, sitting next to you, as you shrugged again. “Can I help you…”

“No, Peter. Thank you, but no” You snapped, turning around to see him in the eye.

You turned back to the window, wishing he’d sat somewhere else. You immediately regretted the way you talked to him. Peter was a pretty sweet guy, who always avoided fights or arguments. He didn’t deserve it. However, Peter noticed your teary eyes, and felt worried for you. Since you were always the cheerful kid who always tried to have a smile and something nice to say to anyone. Something should’ve gone bad for you to be teary and aggressive.

“Peter” You whispered. “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s cool Y/N” Peter answered before you could finish. “I hope whatever happened gets better. I really like your smile” He complimented you, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You smiled softly and looked through the window, silent until your way home. When your stop arrived, both Peter and you hopped out of the bus, and silently walked inside the building. In any other day, you’d had a small chat with Peter until you reached your apartment, which was on the second floor, and Peter would continue to his in the third floor. However, this time you didn’t stop in the second floor, you kept going towards the roof. You needed some alone time to cry comfortably by yourself.

However, Peter knew there was something wrong. He was surprised when you kept walking up the staircase past the second floor. He left his stuff inside his apartment and followed you silently towards the roof. He remained behind the emergency door to the roof, and watched from afar.

You sat close to the edge, and hugged your knees close to your body, and began sobbing and cursing in a low voice. Hearing you cry, made Peter’s eyes get slightly teary, he never liked to see people cry. He couldn’t stand watching and felt the need to do something about it.

He walked into the roof, and closed the emergency door gently, so it wouldn’t make any  noise, and walked silently towards you.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked.

You flinched at hearing his voice, and looked behind you to find Peter, staring at you with a concerned face. You looked back to the buildings in front of yours, and gulped. Peter sat next to you, whispering your name.

“I-it’s just that…” You began, cleaning your tears with your sleeve. “…have you ever realised you don’t mean as much to someone as they mean to you?”

Peter moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you closer for a hug.

“It sucks…” He muttered. “Who…”

“I thought I was close friends with Frank” You interrupted him. “I really did. I’d message him constantly when he left to that exchange in Italy, I once threw him a surprise party at my place…I thought we were actually friends…”

“Wait, Frank? But you two are friends, aren’t you?” Peter asked surprised.

“I don’t even know at this point” You sighed, as more silent tears fell down your tears.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He whispered, hugging you tighter.

“Frank apparently is throwing a party today with his close groups of friends…you can guess what happened next”

“Hey, maybe he forgot to invite you? I dunno, you should try to…”

“Yeah, Frank” you added sassily. “Mr. Perfect, who always gets pissed at people who don’t do their job in team projects, and is in like every activity the school has, and yet he manages to have perfect grades? Yeah, I don’t think he forgot about me” Your voice lowered down, as you spoke, as you felt that back-stabbing ache again.

Peter didn’t answer. But he hugged you tighter and stroked your hair. From everyone in the school, you’d never imagined it would be Peter Parker who would comfort you during a hard time. He kissed the top of your head, as an affection gesture, as trying to say “I’m here for you, unlike that asshole Frank”

“I’m going to have chinese with my aunt May tonight, would you like to join us for dinner?” Peter asked.

More tears fell down your eyes, but this time were more like happy tears. Even when things felt like shit for a second, now everything seemed to be getting better. Having chinese with Peter and his aunt sounded like more fun that a birthday party. You broke the hug, cleaning your tears and smiling at Peter.

“Sure, I’d love that” You whispered, as Peter smiled back at you.

“Now, that’s the smile I was talking about earlier” He said, as you giggled shyly. “Let’s get going to my place, and I’ll call May to let her know we’re having a guest tonight” He stood up, and offered you his hand to help you up.

After having dinner, Peter and you hung out in his room for a while. The two of you talked about endless things, and realised you two shared a lot of interests. You’d never imagined Peter was this cool, and you felt somewhat grateful that you’d had to go through some bad stuff in order to get to meet Peter. So, in the end, you weren’t as mad at Frank as you did earlier. Because of him, you were now having a pretty good friday night, chatting with Peter.

After midnight, you decided to head to your apartment, and Peter offered to walk you to it, even if it was a floor below. Peter asked you out, to have some ice cream the next day, and you accepted before you two hugged before parting ways. That night, you couldn’t stop thinking about Peter.

“Has Peter being this good looking the whole time?” You kept asked yourself over and over. Feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

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Well, writing this helped me feel better, so, I’m glad. Hope you liked it, requests are open, since I lack of imagination *cries*

anonymous asked:

andreil + sleeping on the couch together and matt kinda scares andrew awake and andrew has a tiny panic and shoves neil off the couch and neil smacks his head against something and scrapes his cheekbone and andreil ends up sitting in the bathroom with neil sitting down and andrew making sure his boy didnt break his nose or have another fucking concussion

Hey! Thanks for the prompt <3 I hope you like what I came up with! this turned out a lil angsty, yikes.

Keep the prompts coming, folks! I have exams and need a distraction. (Everyone’s been giving me prompts in which Neil gets hurt? :D poor boy)

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They’ve cuddled in on the couch, Neil in front of Andrew, which is a rare occurrence as it is, but it’s even rarer at the dorms. But Andrew has been sniffling and sneezing lately, and Neil’s legs feel like lead from night practice and so they dozed off while watching tv. None of them is really deeply asleep, both of them in a state somewhere between sleep and rest, but it’s more than enough to startle the shit out of them when suddenly the door slams shut. 

Andrew sits up, body stiffened immediately, curtesy of too many times when a noise like this meant very bad things were coming, and whips his head around, only to see Matt, one hand still on the doorknob, wincing guiltily. “Fuck, sorry, guys. The wind caught the door.” Then he peeks around Andrew, “Um, is Neil-”

Andrew scowls at him, and growls “Leave.”, Matt just lifts his hands apologetically and hurries off. When Andrew turns back around, he is momentarily confused for a split-second- where is Neil? But then he hears a groan and realized he must have pushed Neil off the couch when he jerked awake. Neil is already sitting up and rubbing his face. 

“…ouch.”, the striker mumbles sleepily and looks up at Andrew with bleary eyes. Andrew is about to lean down and pull Neil back up, but then, Neil pulls his hand back, and there’s blood on his palm and on a cut on his cheekbone. 

Andrew’s world constricts for a moment, and then a sticky, disgusting feeling spreads through his body. Neil is hurt. Neil is bleeding. He pushed Neil off the couch and now Neil is bleeding. Fuck. 

Neil looks at his hand in awe, still sleepy, and then wipes it off on his jeans. It’s so little that it barely leaves a stain. But Andrew’s gaze is focused on the cut in his cheekbone. 

“Andrew, I’m f-”

“Don’t.” Andrew’s voice is sharp and then he’s up and dragging Neil into the bathroom while his stomach is churning. Neil keeps insisting that he’s okay, and the cut isn’t even deep and he’s barely bleeding and he’s had so much worse.

But Andrew feels like his hands are going to clench so hard that he’s going to break his own fingers if he can’t make sure Neil is really, truly okay right now. He swore to protect him and now he hurt him. Neil, especially Neil’s face, has been through enough already. 

Neil keeps protesting, but Andrew makes him sit down on the edge of the tub, and then searches the bathroom cabinet for desinfectant and a band-aid, throwing everything else out into the sink carelessly. Neil has stopped protesting, and watches him quietly now. 

When Andrew’s found what he’s been looking for, he steps in between Neil’s legs, and takes his face in his palms, turning Neil’s head, looking at his pupils, his nose, his lips and teeth. Nothing else seems hurt, and that makes the sticky feeling in his chest the tiniest bit better. 

Quietly, he wipes the cut clean, and puts a band-aid on it. Then he steps back and takes his hands off Neil as if Neil burnt him. 

Neil looks at him and Andrew wants to punch him or pull his own hair out because the way Neil’s blue eyes focus on him and his lower lip stands out a little makes his heart go faster and it sucks and Andrew just hates him so much. 

“Andrew…” How can someone’s voice be so soft? Fuck Josten and his soft voice. Andrew turns around and goes to the door. Neil lets him. 

And hour and half a pack of cigarettes later, Neil finds him on the roof. He doesn’t say anything, he just sits down next to him and steals his cigarette. 

He finishes it while Andrew stares off in the distance. After Neil has stubbbed the cigarette out, he slowly turns to look at Andrew. 

“Andrew, I’m okay. Things like this happen. You didn’t-”

“Stop talking.”, Andrew says without looking at Neil. Neil obliges, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Andrew. 

After two minutes or five or ten, Neil opens his mouth again.

“…you could kiss it better, if you wanted to.” His voice is a low purr, and Andrew just hates how easily it makes the sticky feeling turn differently sticky, hot like molasses, from his neck to the bottom of his spine and his lower abdomen.

Andrew slowly turns his head and leans in just a little. The eagerness with which Neil shifts towards him and the way his breath hitches just a little makes the feeling Andrew’s dealing with right now even worse. Or better, maybe. 

“Next time you say something this cheesy, I’ll throw you off the roof.”, he growls, and then closes the gap between their mouths.  

SJM guy aesthetics

Chaol:

brass buckles polished until they gleam, the warmth of a roast dinner, warm smiles that reach his eyes, hair ruffled from riding in the wind, hugs that feel like home, eyes filled with steely determination, subtle tightening of his shoulders when he’s annoyed, strong hands that hold yours gently but firmly, wearing plain well fitted t shirts on days off, the crunch of leaves under his feet on morning runs, shiny leather boots with dirty soles, always wearing a belt, never wearing a tie


Dorian:

sparkling eyes and cheeky smirks, perfect fingernails, clothes so well fit they look like they were made for him (they probably were), frosted glass on cold winter mornings, warm room with cold tiles, bookshelves that look messy but have their own strange organisation system, cold hands and warm smiles, absentmindedly biting his lip when he’s concentrating, the relief of sinking into an armchair after a long day, perfectly polished shoes that always match his outfit, always being the big spoon, hugs from behind with his arms wrapped around your waist


Rowan:

eyes that catch every movement, muscled back, the cool shade of massive trees on a sunny day, unblinking stare, weapons always within arms reach, watching Aelin when she reads, never letting anyone see him cry but her, the smell of pine trees, the crystal glare of sun on undisturbed snow, old leather bound books, rough calloused hands, the ocean smashing against the rocks during a storm, climbing trees in a matter of seconds


Aedion:

the whine of metal and against metal, loud laughter, running his hands through his hair, trying to cook and it turning out terrible or amazing depending on the day, smiling at kids in the street, nights spent by the campfire telling stories, fiercely loyal, cheeky grins, always covered in scrapes and bruises, tight hugs, honest and open conversations, scuffed boots and polished weapons, cobblestones warmed from the sun, shaking out his wet hair like a dog would


Sartaq:

smouldering glances over the dinner table before cracking a smile, warm hands, leather straps holding back his hair, physically feeling his warmth when you stand near him, knowing smiles, ruffling his ruk’s feathers as you would kids hair, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair, holding one of your hands in both of his, the smell of home cooked meals, inside jokes with his hearth family, accidental hand brushes before he grabs your hand, riding leathers still warm from the sun, the exhilaration of flying fast and high, flushed cheeks after landing, warm soup and toasted rolls in the winter


Rhys:

compliments that could be poetry, black silk floating in the wind, satin lined blazers, perfectly timed puns, spreading his wings just to add drama, sultry looks from under his lashes at feyre (usually at important meetings), surprising everyone with his cooking skills, wandering around the townhouse shirtless, pointed comments about cassian and Nesta always seeming to disappear at the same time, the claw tips of his wings glinting in the sun, laughing and joking with the kids who live in Velaris, lying on the roof staring at the stars with feyre, flying low over the river close enough to touch the water


Cassian:

wearing his worn in leathers everyday, surprise hugs and kisses, thoughtful gifts, joking to lighten the mood, communicating with Azriel with one glance, the roar of a bonfire, eating dinner outside, telling ghost stories but laughing too hard at everyone to finish, stubborn, lying on roof tiles that are warm from the sun, getting drunk on whiskey with the inner circle, begging Rhys to let them get a dog to keep in the townhouse, barbecue dinners cooked over the fire, fireworks, falling asleep on the couch, exhausted but happy


Azriel:

silent smirks, dark circles and red eyes when he hasn’t slept well, silently drawing his weapons, watching Elain and garden and he can’t help but smile to himself, he reluctantly lets her put a flower behind his ear, gentle caresses, using his shadows to sneak up on cassian and scare him, deep late night talks with rhys, secretly he loves to read poetry, showing Elain Velaris from the sky, flying surrounded in his shadows when he needs space to think, always barefoot inside the house even though his feet are freezing, his bed is always made, black and white photos on his walls