then i rewrote it. it was not as good

In my eighth grade English class we did a unit on poetry

And I got graded down on my final poem that I rewrote multiple times and obsessed over for two weeks

Because the ending wasn’t expressive enough??

How does one grade poetry

You could literally write the word “shoe” in the shape of a shoe and call it poetry so what constitutes a good or bad poem?

anonymous asked:

37. with Lance?

37. I had a dream about you.

It doesn’t feel like a dream, it feels like he’s back home, chest warm, smiles brighter than the sun, his fingers in your hair, sand between his toes and waves lapping at his ankles. Laughter between soft kisses, you taste much like sea salt and summer, smiling so much that his cheeks hurt. His fingers wind with yours pressing another kiss to your mouth and tugs you along the shores of Varadero beach.

Your hair chases you swept up in the salty hair, laughter bubbling and warm as the summer sun. You all but squeals when his arms hoist you up and spin you around, undercut by his laughter and the call of his name from your lips. Your eyes are like stars and he sees the universe in you. He sees the world and nothing more.

His blue eyes crinkle dropping kisses upon flushed skin, tan fingers digging into your sides while you squirm under his careful touch. Your fingers bury themselves into his short hair calling him again, but he feels the world around him fade. Your voice disappears from his ears, fingers gripping silk sheets and the blanket barely covering his cold feet.

Lance wakes in a haze, barely registering his surroundings or the warm body nestled close to him and stealing all of the covers. He yawns stretching his arms above his head until his back pops. Satisfied, he shoves the blanket over his feet and slips back into bed draping an arm over his bed buddy. Your hair pokes out of the bundle of blankets, messy and surely formed knots.

With sleep still in his eyes, Lance peels the blankets back until the body wrapped in them is exposed to the cool ship air. Immediately, you curl closer to Lance, pressing your flushed cheeks into his chest. He pulls the covers over them and wraps his arms around you.

You sigh into his shirt fisting the fabric, “I was warm,” you mumble.

“I was cold,” he respond, pressing a kiss to your temple. And he wanted to cuddle.

Silence falls between them, and for a moment, Lance drifts, body growing heavy and eyelids fluttering shut. He exhales through his nose his fingers tracing patterns on his beloved’s back. His mind falls back to white beaches and some sort of sun dress or white button down shirt with a glittering smile.

“I had a dream about you,” Lance presses his face into your hair, humming. He opens his eyes staring into the darkness of his room. You shift in his arms, head tilting up to gaze at his face with star shimmering eyes. Your lips curl at his words and his heart jumps to his throat.

“What was it about?”

“You, of course, with me on Veradero beach, kissing, laughing, y’know…” Lance waves a hand in the air and let it drop onto her waist. You hum.

“That sounds like a lovely dream, Lance.” You say, smiling.

He grins dropping a couple of kisses onto your face and you giggle, “It was because you were there.”

Your laughter is much like the echo of the ocean waves hitting the shore, reminding him of home. His chest feels warm kissing you on the mouth, fingers in his hair like salty sea air, and your kisses breathing life into his lungs.

Lance settles down with you in his arms and the covers wrapping around them like a warm hug. He could dream about home or anything he desired, but no dream could compare to reality while you were here with him. You were home.

Today, I fucked up... by thinking my friend was Satan for several years

Ok, so this fuck up actually occurred between 5th and 6th grade. I’m 25 now and this is still easily the biggest fuck up of my life…so far.

When I was in elementary, I made friends with a boy on the playground named Stan. Stan was a good kid. He was smart, loved to play, listened to his parents; you know, all the good stuff. Well right around that time, the Catholic church my family had been going to for several years brought in a new priest. This guy was one of those fire and brimstone type guys. You know, the kind of guy that would stand in the quad of his local state college screaming at the harlots and Jezebels walking by. This priest pretty much rewrote the Sunday School curriculum to put the fear of God into his children. Needless to say, my education in faith changed from learning about the Golden Rule and being kind to others to learning what Satan would do to me if I touched my ‘Holy Place’. That is the first time I had heard of this guy, Satan. I had learned about the Devil, lucifer, Adam, and Eve, but not this mean guy Satan. Now, you’re probably thinking to yourself “The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub - they’re all the same being!” Yes, you are right. But to a very young child who’s only interaction with any of these names is in the antagonist of stories, I didn’t make the connection they were the same. Keep in mind, my previous priest was amazing. He understood that you can’t put fear into children and worked diligently to help us find the beauty within our own faith. This new guy was different. He wanted you to know early and often who and what Satan was. Unfortunately for me, I apparently had some sort of ADD/ADHD/Dyslexia (I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention) and confused the word Satan with Stan.

As you can imagine, I was very confused. How could Stan, such a good guy and friend, hurt people? The thought terrified me. From that moment forward I feared any wrongdoing in front of Stan as I thought he would punish me. I actively avoided him at school, to the point in which we stopped being friends. I kept my eye on him from a distance…just waiting to see what horrible things he would do to people. I never told my parents about why Stan and I stopped being friends and I assume they didn’t notice. This continued for a few years, until the summer between 5th and 6th grade. Stan and I ran into each other at our local pool. As I walked through the front gate our eyes met and I went white. My parents recognized Stan and his family and immediately went over there to socialize, forcing me to actually talk with him. That’s when it happened: Stan asked me why I don’t play with him anymore. So many emotions exploded at that moment and I shouted, in front of his family, “Because you hurt people who do bad things!” My parents, his parents, hell half of the pool just stared at us. All was quiet until my mother cleared her throat and asked me where I had heard that. “Mom, Reverend Endofdays said Stan punishes people who do bad things!” Everyone just stared at me, blankly. “Honey…[Long Pause]…I think you mean Satan.” It took several minutes, but I realized the extent of my fuck up. For several years I had been operating under the assumption that my friend was the King of Hell.

Fast forward a few years, Stan and I are still pretty close friends. Though he moved away after highschool, we still joke about this incident.

TL;DR: I thought my friend Stan was Satan for several years. I was wrong.

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They were literally made for each other?? Horikoshi Kohei wrote and rewrote their characters until they were perfect, and structured his story around their development together. Even if they’re not romantic, they’re destined to become a heroic duo, and best friends. For God’s sake, one of the main themes of the story is Deku reaching out to Bakugou. The story is literally set up so that one day they’ll hold hands.

They’re so?????


I don’t deserve bakudeku.

Secrets We Keep // Spencer Reid x Reader

Request:  Hey, 💕😁 your requests are open! YASS! ❤ Can you do an Imagine, where the reader is a very good trained assassin and dating Reid but she is also on the team. But she never talked about her training and maybe after a hard case, she tells him about her training to an assassin. And maybe she started to cry because, it was a really dark moment in her life. ❤💕 Love ya and i hope it’s not a problem to write about this 😊

A/N: I apologize for how long this took! I rewrote it a million times and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy with it but oh well lol. I hope you like it!

“Penelope?” you asked in surprise as you opened your front door. It was late, and Penelope had always been the type to call before dropping in for a visit.

“I did something,” Penelope began, her voice rising as it did when her anxiety over situations arose. “I know I shouldn’t have. I tell myself I need to stop being so nosy but I have the information right there at the tip of my fingers and I just can’t-”

“Pen,” you interrupted. “What did you do?”

She fell silent for a moment as she fidgeted in place. You watched as her hands nervously played with the bracelets on her wrists before she strode into your home.

“Penelope,” you repeated as you shut the door. “What did you do?”

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2 Yuzuru Hanyu Interviews from 2017-18 Media Day

(A short moment from Chopin at NHK Trophy 2015 * - * )

I decided to post the two exclusive interviews from Figure Skate Magazine and Figure Skate Japanese Representatives 2017 Memorial together, to be read side by side. 

Perhaps, in a way, one gets a peek at the pillars of his beliefs and insight into figure skating. As he contends with the realities of competition and what leaves behind a GOOD memory for everyone, it isn’t just about fans becoming his strength, but also what he makes of that strength. Not only a well beloved skater, but truly one who loves and cares back with all his might. –– gladi.

Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission. Photos belong to the respective publishers.

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More Fairy Tail Positivity

The response I got from the last positive fairy tail stuff was incredible, so here’s part two!

  • The exceeds are all still alive!
  • Asuka is alive and every bit as adorable as she’s always been
  • Did you guys see that part where Lucy hecking rewrote the book of END and healed Natsu? I did! When did our ball of sunshine become so cool?
  • Gray and Lucy hanging out and being best buds while they worry about Natsu. Brot3
  • Jellal is fighting hecking Acnologia! And he’s not dead!
  • Did you guys see little baby August? That was adorable!
  • The artists and the writers of the fandom as well as those that color other’s art (they count as artists imo I could never figure out how to color things as good as they do) they are all making beautiful pieces of work that just bring tears to my eyes and water to my memes.
  • Can we talk about Irene (Eileen?)’s outfit? Okay because it’s hecking gorgeous. Also her hair.
  • Natsu talking about Makarov and being all good with his words and stuff
  • Bisca and Alzack have a beautiful marriage and they love each other!
  • Erza getting worried about Jellal
  • Wendy being all cute and stuff
  • Anna Heartfilia is like mom number 2 for the dragon slayers
  • Mavis not wanting Zeref to reset the world because she wants to know him
  • Fanservice for both guys and girls
  • Hey guess what? Sting and Rogue and Yukino and Minerva are all still alive!
  • The soundtrack for Fairy Tail is the most beautiful thing in the world
  • Cosplayers are doing so hecking good and looking so hecking good and just every single cosplayer is perfect and should keep doing it
  • Elfman is still alive!
  • Natsu and Zeref are gonna fight round 2!
  • The Strauss siblings all actually care about one another
  • Natsu stopped Gray from using iced-shell! (Again) Yay for Gray not being dead!

It’s looking like Fairy Tail is going to have a happy ending, and even though there’s plenty of stuff on tumblr about people being upset that it’s not going exactly as they wanted it, it’s still Hiro’s story to tell. If you don’t want Fairy Tail to get a happy ending, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. If you hate the Alvarez arc, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. If you love the Alvarez arc, that’s fine, it’s your opinion. But please don’t be mean to each other because of what everyone thinks! It really takes away from all the positive stuff going on, and some people want to have pleasant memories of this show for when it ends!


Really not sure how I feel about the outcome of this one - I tried as hardest as I could but it still feels quite unsatisfactory and I have rewrote this a few times too and this is the latest version. That aside, thank you for sending in your request and hope you enjoy! 

“Hi, Batman.” You greet your father when he walks in – the look on his face is impassive but the tenseness in his shoulders does not go unseen. You giggle when literally everyone in the living room turns to look at you and Bruce, wanting to see what’s going to happen next.

Bruce slowly pads over to his seat and takes a seat. He clears his throat and stares at you. “Good morning, Y/N.” He greets you instead and you giggle once more, kicking your feet in the air. You can’t wait to go out and run around the garden today. “What are you going to do today?” He asks.

You hum lightly before blinking a few times. There are a lot of things you want to do: you want to run around the garden and then you want to jump around and play chase with Titus and maybe you can try to play heroes today too. So you tell your father.

“Heroes?” Damian raises one of his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he leans back against the chair. “Tt. How is that any fun, Y/N?” He asks you – Damian is the only brother that actually talks to you like he knows you understand more than you let on but he never says anything so you simply just go about your own day.

You pout a little bit, crossing your arms and lean back just like Damian had done. “Well, I play heroes because I’m too young to go on patrols with the rest of you.” At this, you look at all of your family members – Bruce is still staring at you with that calculating look on his face, Jason has a rather smug, can’t be bothered expression anymore, Tim is looking at everywhere but you and Dick has his expression schooled rather nicely.

“Patrols?” Tim questions. “Ha-ha, Y/N, what are you talking about?” Tim rubs his wrist sheepishly, glancing at you. You giggle and shrug your shoulders again.

“I think I have never seen Batman and father in the same room together – or Nightwing – sometimes I see Dick practicing and then I go to YouTube and look up videos of Nightwing fighting and it’s the exact same moves too!” You list out – there are a lot of things you have noticed too with your brothers. They seem to always disappear at night and then the next morning more often than not, you see the carrying a new bruise around. Those were among the things you have noticed and judging by the looks of realization as well as humour (this mostly came from Jason); you knew your family realizes what you are on to. They probably also realize that you are smarter than you let on too.

Jason is the first one to break the silence that came after your implications and he laughs, laughs to the point where he has tears in his eyes and because Jason is laughing, you begin to giggle too. Damian shakes his head, wondering why he often subjects himself to this sort of torture but one look from his father, Damian simply sits quietly. It’s not as if all of them were being discreet enough for you not to notice.

“This is a nightmare.” Dick murmurs and threads his fingers through his hair. If anyone had been paying attention enough they probably would have known that Nightwing is him but Dick feels like he has been careful enough to let you know seeing as you are really young and seemingly innocent but now he knows. He knows that you are really smart and it eerily reminds him of how Tim had found out about Bruce being Batman and all.

“Enough of this.” Bruce’s words immediately silences Jason and you but even though you have your mouth covered by both of your hands, you are still giggling. “We shall discuss about this later – breakfast is important. Eat.” He orders stiffly and Bruce almost wished he could turn back the time so that he does not have to wake up to this day – it’s only morning and Bruce can already feel how exhausting it will be today.

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 1

Originally posted by allforbts


Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

So I’ve been working on this story for so long, and I really hope that it is as good as I think it is ^^’ I literally rewrote half this story (it’s long, I already have 52,000 words written for it and I’m still not done) so I’m really happy to FINALLY start posting it. Ironically, I think it’s been 6 months since I started writing this xD)
Also, Jungkook is actually not a CEO in the story, he’s just the son of one and next in line to be the CEO.

Words: 3,300
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Future Angst sorta?

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> Masterlist <

“I don’t think so,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “what kind of rule is that?”

“You don’t have a choice, Jungkook.” his father’s voice rang through the corridor, shaking his head in annoyance.

Jimin and Hoseok stood behind Jungkook and looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok spoke up, “Sir, isn’t that deadline a little unrealistic?”

“Six months?” his father’s eyebrows raised, “I think that’s more than enough time. With his looks he could pick up any woman on the streets and she’d fall for him.”

“But any woman won’t be good enough,” Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, “You can’t put a time limit on finding the perfect woman.”

“You don’t need the perfect woman, you just need a wife,” his father shot, getting tired of the conversation, “Why do you think I married your mother?”

Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin and his glare was intensifying by the second, “I don’t want a marriage like yours. You two don’t love each other. She only married you for the money.”

“You have six months, Jungkook,” his father repeated, ending the conversation with no further discussion


“Can you believe that guy?” Jungkook mumbled as he threw his empty coke bottle in a trash can that they were passing by, “He expects me to find someone worth being with me in such a little amount of time?”

“Well…” Seokjin bit his lip for a second, “There are seven of us, so if we all go wife hunting, I’m sure we could find someone.”

Jungkook groaned, but most of the guys were agreeing with Seokjin, “I would rather just hire someone to marry me and then just divorce them when I find the right girl.”

Taehyung scrunched up his nose, “That sounds like a terrible plan. What if she denies getting divorced unless she’s paid a million or something? Or worse, your father won’t let you divorce her because it would hurt the company’s image.”

“But I don’t want to get married right now!” Jungkook was starting to get frustrated with his friends. He doesn’t want to be set up… and he certainly doesn’t really want to find a girl that just wants money. He couldn’t live with a woman that was like his mom. All she cares about is money.

“You could always go for an old friend or even one of our sisters or cousins if you had to.” Jimin suggested, but Yoongi’s eyebrows raised.

“My sister is off limits, though. I don’t want her to be the wife of a CEO.” he shook his head, taking a drink of his coke. The guys paused their conversation to walk inside the local coffee shop. It wasn’t a common hang out place, but it was the most private one that they knew of.

“I know that my cousin would marry you,” Namjoon offered, “She’s kinda liked you for a while. Don’t tell her I told you, though.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather not marry into anyone’s family. It would make things more complicated than it should be.”

Taehyung plopped down into a booth first as the others followed, “Well you’re low on time. You might be marrying into one of our families or just marrying a complete stranger.”

“Well,” Hoseok spoke up, “There’s always the internet.”

“No,” Jungkook shot that idea down, “I refuse to take to a sad dating website for a mate. I would rather marry Yoongi’s sister and have him kill me for doing so.”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a murderous look, “I’m glad you know your limits.”

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realized I didn’t really like the last ones i posted, so I rewrote/added a few things to this list.
So I hope you like the improved version.

Joker (ledger) headcannons:

-This joker is much more different than leto’s version.

-He has a better grasp at understanding his emotions, meaning he’s a little more easy going on you.

-Understands that what he went through was hell, tries his best to know when he’s not in a good place, and to keep away from his partner.

-But, that still doesn’t mean he’s smooth around the edges.

-Be prepared for tons of random outbursts that may lead to him hurting you

-If he realizes that he injured you, he’ll leave and keep to himself until he feels that he has his emotions under control.

-Feels that if his emotions aren’t under control then he can do way worse than a slap to the face, which is something he entirely tries to avoid.

-You once had a mental breakdown which led to an huge argument with J. He got super pissed during and slapped you so hard you were left with a busted lip and a bloody nose.

-He couldn’t look at you until the bruises faded because every time he did, he’d beat himself up, but didn’t show it because he’d feel weak.

-The incident happened almost a year ago and he still beats himself up over it like it was yesterday.

-Likes to tell you different “you wanna know how I got these scars” stories, he feels that they’re funny and wants you to enjoy them too.

-You both have to have a mutual hate/interest on the batman, if you don’t then the relationship won’t go well.

-The relationship Low key started with you being kidnapped and held hostage, but then him becoming intrigued with you,keeping you around.

-You’re kind of insane as well, making this relationship fun for him.

-He’s usually quiet with words, jokes on the other hand come out super easy.

-Not very sentimental, a few forehead pecks and MAYBE a hug.

-Sex to him is never love making, it’s always just for the both of you to get off.

-Aftercare on the other hand is different, usually just pillow talks and you playing with his hair/rubbing his chest—
(And tons of dirty jokes on his part).

-He loves it when you play with his hair, it’s soothing for him and helps him feel slightly less unhinged.

-The way his humor comes is very dark, it’s not for the faint of heart(you wanna see a magic trick).

-But to you it’s just as entertaining.

-One time one of his men tried flirting with you. Didn’t last for 5 seconds before the poor lad had a knife lodged in his throat.

-J made sure everyone was present for the aftermath, letting them know not to fuck with you unless they wanted the same outcome.

-If he’s willing to put off that “they’re easily replaceable” vibe when in reality it’s super hard to find another goon, you best believe you’re worth something to him, don’t take it for granted.

-You break him out of Arkham every once and a while when he decides to get locked up.

-Gets super excited when he sees you in front of the cell ready to take him home.

-Sorry NEVER comes easy to him, it makes him feel vulnerable. If it’s ever said you better take it like God himself said, because you’re probably never hearing it any time soon.

-The last time he said it was when you were shot by the bats and he didn’t think you’d make it.

-“I’m so sorry.”
-“Its okay j, it’s not your fault”

-Batman once kidnapped you, thinking he was rescuing you. The joker never slept until he was able to get you, when he found you he beat the bat so badly that he was practically unrecognizable.

-It scared him to the point where he thought he’d never see you again.

- Mumbles to himself frequently, it’s 90% about his plans to destroy Gotham and 10% about what he’s going to do with you and what’s going to happen if the bat gets you during his plans.

-He always thinks ahead during heists. The last time you went with him you got severely injured, that was the last time he actually allowed you to join him( hence him saying sorry).

-People think he’s gone soft around you, they’re all right, but they quickly changed their minds when he shot two of his men in front of everyone else.

-This doesn’t change the fact that he’s still somewhat soft to you.

-The relationship is laid on a ride or die platform, so you rather catch up or get lost.
Everything New - tobiohchan - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

I finally posted a fic after like…..over a year of hiatus?? Sending out love and thanks to @yafiction for being an awesome beta!! 

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru
Rating: General
Words: 22,557
Summary: As if on cue, the doors to the gymnasium opened with a loud sound and Kindaichi and Kunimi made their way in. Kindaichi automatically called out to them and Hajime was suddenly brought back from his momentary trance – just what was he doing, exactly? 

The earth still spun on its axis. Time ticked away in its own conceptual manner. The sun would rise tomorrow, just as it would set today. And Hajime, of all people, had just asked Oikawa Tooru – Seijou’s Prince – to be his boyfriend for the week.

[Seven Days AU - not necessary to read the manga before reading this fic!]

Colour Soulmate AU - Jughead X OC / Part 2

[LONG A/N: You guys asked for it so you guys got it, I don’t love it as much as the first part but this is as good as its gonna get cause I’ve wrote it and rewrote and then rewrote it again and then went to the SBC and asked them all about it (thanks @kingpendleton u my boo). So without further ado, here ya go bbs.

Also sorry if you wanted to be tagged in this but didn’t, I had a lot of people requesting to be tagged and now because tags aren’t really working well plus the amount of you asking is just a super crazy amount I’m going to stop adding new people to the list - honestly I totally appreciate and love your guys support but I feel like its a bit pointless when I know tagging isn’t directing anyone to my work and you’ve still just got to scroll through my blog to get to the specific fic. In light of this though I am going to seriously update my masterlist so finding my work shouldn’t be difficult and I will reblog it daily so people can stay up to date!]

Part 1

Word Count: 2106

Originally posted by juptern

‘Jughead, can you see in colour?’

The inky-haired teen quickly began to raise himself from the booth, he slammed shut his laptop and gathered it together with the papers that lay scattered across the table. He brought his knees up to his chest in a bid to jump over the back of the booth before a looming hand grappled his shoulder tightly.

‘Oh no you don’t buddy.’ Archie Andrews booming voice called out.

‘Let go of my shoulder Arch.’ Jughead replied sternly. ‘This is something that isn’t up for discussion.’

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Teach Me - Liam Dunbar Smut

Originally posted by who-anita

Request; @amylillian22 requested [this is the mini version lmao] a sut with Liam where his best friend doesn’t teach him how to kiss, but instead how to have sex. The plan was to know how it works in real life, positions, what girls like, but hormones are sometimes hard to say no to.

Warning; Smut, nothing much else tbh

Note; Long af, but also this was very odd to write lmao, there might be a few mistakes [i set it in one place before i rewrote it so there might be a few confusions but i hope not]

Word Count; 3,744


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Request - Drabbles - Reader sacrificing herself for them


Fandom: Assassin’s Creed 

Words: 331/192/354/178/362

Warnings: Angst (or trying to), Death, Torture, some Gore.

Notes: Tried to keep all under 400 words. Success!

I ran out of ideas for Connor and Jacob. After seeing your lovely messages, I decided to try writing again. I did it. It’s almost 3 AM and I wanna sleep. (Food and water ain’t a problem, sleep is my problem. Why do we need sleep?…)

Also, sniper rifles were created on the Victorian era. Whether the sniper is from a rival gang or hired by Templars is up to you.

In my opinion, Altair’s is the saddest. I loved writing for him so much that I rewrote his scenario I wanted to make it smaller. I really like it.

Hope you enjoy them!

Originally posted by jeevasnefeli

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anonymous asked:

I'm really curious why you don't draw the DP logo now :D if you don't mind, could you explain it?

*breathes a big chunk of air* My time has come

It’s not that, I don’t like it or something. The DP logo is actually pretty neat, I fully approve it as a graphic designer. But as a phan… it kind of annoys me, and this is why:

1) The only reason they put it on Danny’s chest is merchandising. Every brand needs a logo, so they did it. There’s not a good reason for that logo to be there, plotwise, so I can’t take it seriously. 

2) “Memory Blank” basically rewrote the origin story, so from that episode onwards, every time we hear the opening, well… that’s not how it really happened, isn’t it? The DP  logo is proof that the origin we all know and love is canon no more.

3) “Memory blank” send to garbage every headcanon about Danny’s power level growth, because he became halfa at least months after his “first time”. So every time he gets better with his powers, it’s just him learning how to use powers he already has. It may be not that bad for someone, but I looove those headcanons about powers growth :( 

Aaaand this is it. All my pointless pettyness explained. Every time i draw a logoless Danny, you all know that he is from an AU where “Memory blank” never happened and I’m happy v.v

anonymous asked:

THAT LAST JASON FIC WAS SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭 LITERALLY ME WITH MY CRUSH RN! Please can you do a part two?? You are literally the best Jason writer on this site! Thank you!!!

part 1 | lmao i wrote that first one about by MY crush actually. sorry this took like, idk four years to get it i rewrote it like 6 times @dicckgrayson @niightwngs and i never know who else to tag omg

Jason calls you four times before you slide your phone underneath your couch. You don’t know if you’re angry or sad or a mixture of both but you burrow on your couch and wave off your roommates when they ask if you want to come out with them. The door shuts behind them with a deafening click.

The sound of a thunderstorm racks through the apartment as you try to focus on The Office but you can’t. You can’t keep sitting still but you don’t want to leave your apartment so you start to clean. You’re halfway through scrubbing the backsplash with an old toothbrush when there’s a knock on the door. You’re not expecting anyone so you ignore the knocks and focus on a particularly grimy section of grout. The knocking gets louder and more persistent the longer you ignore it until you can’t ignore it.

“What?” You ask harshly, swinging the door open. You don’t know if you’re surprised or not whenever you find Jason on the other side. His hair is plastered against his forehead, the white streak covering his eye.

“Hey, Jason what’s up?”

He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you as you tap your fingers against the door, waiting on him to say something so you can decide if you need to slam the door shut or not.

“I want to talk to you.”

You shake your head and refuse to look Jason in the eye. You know what he’s going to want to talk about and you don’t want to do it. You’re not going to do it.

“Come in, but I’m busy so let’s not like take all night.”

You leave him at the door to take up scrubbing the wall again. The cheap wood of one of the bar stools creaks underneath Jason as he settles into it.

“I don’t really know what to say,” Jason says and you resist the urge to slam your toothbrush down. You ignore him to focus on a slice of grout that’s been discolored by years of cooking grease. You can almost feel Jason staring at you, silently begging you to say something but you won’t. You’re scared that if you do say anything, you’ll blow up again.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Jason asks, voice uncharacteristically soft.

You slow down on the scrubbing, eyes closing as you try to make sure you don’t say the wrong thing. When you speak, you do it without looking at Jason.

“You’re my best friend Jay. And, there’s an acceptable time that someone can ask out their friend without it being weird. I passed that up years ago and I guess by the time I realized that I really wanted to date you, it was too late. But it-it doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal. I’m sorry that I blew up on you and everything.”

You’re still not looking at Jason; the barstool creeks and Jason’s boots hit the cheap linoleum floor.

“You still should have said something.”

“But why?” You ask, spinning around. Jason’s standing beside the refrigerator, hands buried deep into the pockets of his jacket.

“Why would I have said anything and risked our friendship? I would rather have you as my best friend then not have you at all.”

Jason scuffs the toe of his foot against the floor, his eyes trained hard on the cabinet behind you.

“What if,” he stops to clear his throat, you catch a glimpse of red creeping up his neck,” what if I would have said yes.”

It’s deafening quiet as you process what he said.

“No, no. Jason you don’t get to ask that. You don’t get to do that to me.”

Jason’s shaking his head; you don’t realize he’s coming towards you until his hands wrap around your arms; soft enough that he’s not hurting you but you can feel his fingertips diffing into your flesh.

“Do you still-“ he pauses, fingertips digging harder into your arm, “do you still want something more?”

You don’t know how to answer and when Jason kisses you, you don’t know what to do. Jason pulls back and reaches up to push a strand of hair out of your face. Your fingertips creep up the front of his jacket to tangle in the lapel.

“Are you sure about this Jason?”

He kisses you again, harder this time. The counter top digs into your back as Jason reaches up to tangle his hands in your hair. When Jason pulls back this time, you keep your grip on his jacket, keeping him pulled as close as possible.

college! Minghao

requested by anon: “could you write a college au of minghao please? if you do, tsym (and please include a reader in it, i’m sorry if it’s too much to ask for)”

Admin note: I wrote and rewrote this and researched and rewrote and deleted and wrote this again so many times, it’s not funny (ok maybe a little). I’m sorry if this wasn’t any good, I legit had such a tough time with this one, well anyway, I hope you enjoy!

  • Minghao is a Performance Music Major
  • particularly with a dance focus
  • when he’s not sitting around in some rehearsal room in the music building practicing his vocals or reviewing for the next postmodernism in dance exam
  • he can usually be found with the other music majors
  • usually sitting in the outside picnic area of campus
  • or running through some of the choreos created for the next final project out on the lawn with Soonyoung, Jun, and Chan
  • with Joshua (vocal performance major) playing guitar
  • or with Jihoon telling Mingyu to stop blaring rap long enough for him to finish composing
  • which causes Mingyu and Vernon (contemporary production majors) to both defend Drake as a musical artist
  • and that Jihoon should stop composing his boring classically arranged piece
  • which Jihoon says he can’t because he’s a freaking music theory and composition major and it’s due soon
  • while the rest are debating the musical merits of the latest pop sensation and whether or not the hook is repeated over and over
  • “‘Despacito’ has the same chord progressions throughout” “Ok no, there’s a modulation in the bridge…” “DEEESSPAAACITOO”
  • and Minghao’s music major friends may seem a bit like a mess
  • but they’re all really close friends
  • they host recitals every winter and spring
  • the whole music and drama department
  • and Minghao is always one of the front performers especially from the dance program
  • though someone should give him more vocal lines in the shows, why can’t the professors realize his vocals are amazing and that he never gets enough lines smfh
  • Minghao’s best classes outside of his major are those relating to liberal arts
  • especially lit and psychology
  • the only two courses you shared with him since they were mandatory for graduation
  • you both have talked before, but mostly just the universal complaining and groaning over homework assignments that characterize every college student ever
  • since your major was in media studies, his in performance arts
  • it was understandable that you didn’t really get a chance to get to know Minghao, since students with the same majors normally spend a lot of time with people from their own departments
  • but that’s how you always saw Minghao
  • since the media studies classes were in the humanities and social science building
  • which is a little past the music building
  • his group of music majors is always sitting on the lawn in between
  • and you’ve noticed little things Minghao does
  • like how he always opens the doors for the instrumentalists carrying in cases in the morning
  • or the way he acts like he’s done with his friends 100% but then ends up buying them breakfast and making sure they eat
  • and while it seems as though Minghao is always rehearsing for one thing or another
  • you sometimes see him skating down the campus on his skateboard or reading in the library
  • stuff not even assigned to him by your lit professor
  • joined by Jun, Wonwoo, and Joshua, or other random music majors
  • they sort of claimed the back corner of the library
  • one day your lit professor decides it’s been too quiet and boring
  • time to assign a huge project that could potentially make or break your grade
  • because college professors like torturing students as hobbies
  • and better yet, it’s a partner research essay and visual presentation
  • which works for you because whoever your partner is, you can just borrow some equipment from the media productions classroom to get the visual presentation part done
  • and as the teacher starts reading off names
  • all you can think about is how you hope you don’t get stuck with someone who won’t do their work
  • the professor calls out Utopia by Thomas More
  • the one book on the list you really wanted
  • and then “Minghao, y/n.”
  • jumping up and silently thanking the heavens for giving you such an easy book to work with
  • so many freaking things you could talk about, you’re so excited
  • you almost forgot that you had a partner as you go up to collect the book and the directions
  • Minghao walks up to you quietly
  • “So when do you want to meet to work on the essay and visual presentation?”
  • “Oh uh, we can do tomorrow at the student café if you want.” you tell him
  • “Alright.”
  • the two of you meet the next day and split the work evenly in half before
  • “I have a postmodernism in dance exam tomorrow so I’ll take-off first.”
  • “That’s fine, we have a whole month, we can chill.” you said smiling
  • Minghao returned the smile and turned around to leave when
  • “Here, call me if you need help with your half, I’ll finish my half of the essay by the end of the week, so we can begin the visual presentation.”
  • he hands you his number and you just nod and assure him he can just leave
  • with Minghao off to study, you decide to go work on your half in the library
  • the library is usually open quite late anyway
  • you start researching the ways More wrote his socio-political satire
  • but with the amount of sleep you’ve been getting, you fall asleep on top of your laptop
  • and sure, the library isn’t for napping
  • but screw it, you’re running on 3 hours of sleep in the last two days, what else can you do?
  • Minghao walks into the library a little while later, looking for a global dance history book when he sees you sleeping on your laptop
  • hair cascading over the table as you breathe slowly in and out
  • he smiles unconsciously
  • he had noticed this before
  • but you’re really pretty
  • while the closest interactions you’ve both had together were the random jokes Wonwoo would tell you and Minghao in psych
  • he knew you were a really nice person, since you and the video production team would always film the shows and performances he did with the rest of his department
  • he had even seen some of your short student films, the ones that he could only describe as art from someone who must really love what they do
  • and seeing you calmly napping was cute
  • so he goes to the nearest vending machine impulsively and buys a can of coffee before he puts it behind your laptop that you’re using as a pillow
  • “What are you doing Minghao?” Jun says giving Minghao a sly smile while coming up behind him
  • “Nothing.” he laughs
  • “Doesn’t look like nothing.” Jun smirks
  • “We have a project for lit, she’s my partner.” he said shrugging his shoulders while looking down at you
  • “Does she always sleep here?”
  • “Not sure.”
  • Jun nods his head slowly, an understanding look on his face 
  • “Yea you like her, imma call it now.”
  • “Yah!” Minghao says punching Jun’s arm
  • “Hey I called it so remember this moment in the future and thank me later.”
  • Minghao shakes his head
  • “Well, Wonwoo and I are ready to go, let’s get something to drink.”
  • when you wake up and shut your laptop you see the can of coffee sitting in front of your closed laptop, with a post-it note
  • “Keep up the hard work partner! Fighting! -Minghao” you read
  • you laugh and take the can with you
  • over the next few weeks, you and Minghao work together on the lit project
  • and when it’s done and you both get an A-
  • you both celebrate with ice cream from the student café
  • he’s cute
  • and funny too
  • he makes you laugh quite a bit by trying poorly to imitate the lit professor
  • the two of you kept texting about random hw assignments even after the project was over about anything like movies you wanted to see or concerts that were nearby
  • you got to know more about his dream to be a performer
  • he was so passionate about it
  • they way he talked about performing was the same way you felt about filming in media studies
  • each a form of art, but each a way to express it in your own style
  • by the time the winter showcase comes along, your professor assigns you to camera 3 on stage for the show
  • and you text Minghao
  • “Hey, break a leg at the concert :)”
  • “Breaking appendages would actually be a bad thing XD” he texts you back
  • “You know what I meant!”
  • “Yea haha, are you coming to watch?” your heart skips a beat a little reading his message
  • you watch as your phone shows that “Minghao is typing” message a few times before it stops
  • “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to”
  • “I’m filming so of course I’ll be there ;)” you text back
  • “Oh ok lol”
  • you laughed at his short response
  • when you go to the performance hall the night before opening night to set up the audio systems with some of the other video production crew
  • you see Minghao and one of his friends running through a choreography
  • you stare at him amazed, the choreo included them dancing with a white ribbon connecting the two of them, which should have gotten tangled countless times but didn’t
  • you didn’t really want to intrude on the rehearsal, so you leave him a can of coffee with a post-it note on it by the stage
  • “I believe I owe you a coffee, don’t forget to rest, I believe in you, fighting!-y/n :)”
  • Minghao is internally screaming at how cute you are when he reads it
  • Jun’s trying to work on the choreo and practically yells at Minghao who’s told the guys the story for like the fifth time
  • “Ok but isn’t she so cute? 'don’t forget to rest, I believe in you’”
  • “Minghao, I called this remember?” Jun say laughing
  • Minghao smacks him on the arm again
  • so Minghao decides to finally gather up the courage
  • with you sitting in the desk next to him in lit
  • your knees inches away from each other
  • “Hey y/n wanna grab a dinner after the show or something?”
  • “Depends.” you say heart beat steadily increasing
  • “On what?” Minghao says trying to keep his cool
  • “On whether it’s a date or not.” you want to scream at yourself, where did this courage come from?!?!
  • “And if it is?” he smiles
  • “I’d be happy to.”
  • and when you’re filming the show that night, Minghao catches your eyes while waiting in the wings on stage left
  • and shoots you a wink
  • which nearly causes you to drop your camera
  • and you see him getting smacked by Jun
  • after the show, he brings you backstage
  • “Got the gardening club to get me these” he says handing you a small bunch of white carnations
  • “Aw they’re beautiful.”
  • “I ended up doing a lot of research on the significance of flowers thanks to a lit project, white carnations mean sweet and lovely.” he smiles shyly
  • “They also mean pure love.” you say smiling
  • “Yea, well… they’re just flowers to celebrate a show well-done.” he coughs blushing
  • “Let’s go for dinner, shall we?”
  • when all the other music majors found out
  • it was chaos
  • “HONESTLY Y/N DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY MUSIC MAJORS HAVE ATTACKED ME TODAY WITH QUESTIONS?” your friend from the media production course asked you
  • “It’s like some celebrity is dating you or something from this response!” she says shaking her head
  • and whenever you walk to the humanities building
  • Minghao bounds up and takes your hand
  • in front of both the departments
  • so you have the music majors screaming at Minghao
  • and the media studies majors cheering you on
  • it’s a mess
  • but Minghao just shrugs it off and wraps an arm around you
  • “Want to grab a coffee before lit?”
  • “Sure” you laugh
  • and he holds your hand as you both make your way to the student café
  • and the both of you lay on the lawn after sipping your lattes
  • hands intertwined staring up at the clouds in the sky
  • “Look, they look like white carnations.” you smile and point up at a cluster of clouds
  • just enjoying the light breeze of a spring day
  • when he pulls you closer until you’re laying on his arm
  • and kisses your forehead
  • “Sweet and lovely just like you.”

Originally posted by itseventeen-hasmoved

~ admin jess