they totally did that on purpose

Draco Malfoy Crush Headcanons

Masterlist


Gryffindor Reader


- Omg people would totally ship you two as the love/hate relationship and/or the sexual tension relationship

- Cliche, but start off as total rivals

- If you played Quiddich you would make it your top priority to always distract Draco

- Shameless teasing tho??

- “Hey Malfoy, nice ass”

- ///blushblushblush “Excuse me?!”

- “You heard me!”

- Shameless catcalling purposely in front of everyone including Snape and his friends

- But one day you are genuinely upset and on the verge of tears but you, being stubborn, refuse to cry in front of him

- “Didn’t you hear me?! Go away, Malfoy!”

- Offers you a handkerchief, an awkward hug, and sweets

- A messy, tear stained and shaky smile

- “Since when did you go soft, Malfoy?”

- “I should be asking you the same thing, (Last Name)

- So obviously you two are pretty close friends now

- He can basically trust you with anything so he comes to you when he has problems

- But both of you are extremely stubborn so usually the other person will have to confront the other about their notice in their change of attitude

- You having to confess first

- He’d totally try to confess but end up getting too nervous and backing away

- “Hey Malfoy, you be interested in going to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

-//smirksmirk “You wouldn’t be asking me out, would you?”

-”Pffftttt as if????”

- You totally were asking him out

- He said yes in the most teasing way with a signature smirk

- You were very proud of your relationship because there was no denying Draco was just hot

- But like he was a complete sweetie

- If you were sick he would always freak out and if he saw you were struggling in classes he would discreetly leave you his study notes in the most unexpected ways like “accidentally” mixing his 100% amazing notes up with your slightly pitiful ones

- And ugh he was just an amazing partner to have???


Slytherin Reader


- Not gonna lie you two were already friends

- Like you would gang up on people you shared a hatred for always

- Sometimes people would even avoid you two in fear of being completely roasted™

- It was like “o shit here they come rUN BITCH RUN N Y O O M

 - But no seriously you two would diss whoever and whatever if they got on your nerves 

- And obviously he would ask you to the Yule Ball

-“You’re asking me, Malfoy…?”

-“Of course. Who else would I ask? Parkinson?”

- And like whenever the two of you would enter the ballroom all eyes would immediately just turn to you two

- Because lets face it, the two of you could stop traffic 

- You would both sneak off after some stuff had died down in a dark and empty corridor 

- The two of you would just be chatting by a windowsill whenever out of nowhere he would just kiss you

- You were like talking about class or something and he would just press his lips against yours

- And you just melted

- Because you could feel how shaky and nervous he was

- But he was so gentle

- And omg you cuties

- Tbh no one is surprised when you enter the Great Hall hand in hand

- Blaise catcalls

- Pansy snarls

- Crabbe and Goyle don’t really care 

- But you and Draco are too absorbed in the little world that has formed around you to notice

Ravenclaw Reader

 

- The only reason he knew you is because you were the person who always just happened to score one or two points above him on every. single. assignment.

- Like he would be bragging in class about his grades when the teacher would speak up like 

-“Obviously I have the best test scores in here but that’s not surprise—“

-“aCTUALLY Mister Malfoy, Miss (Name) (Last Name) scored just one point above you…! So you’re wrong lol”

- And he would just be appalled

- And then he would basically track you down and discreetly ask about studying techniques

- And you’d just be like “So Mister “I scored one less point than someone” wants to hear about my studying techniques? I don’t think so, Second Place.”

- He’d do an unintentional dramatic gasp and like press an offended hand to his chest

- And you’d just walk away with the most smug smirk ever

- After that incident he’d badmouth you almost as much as he badmouthed Potter

- Almost

- Because after doing some “researching” (snooping) and learning more about you from observations and sources he’d find out that you’re actually really intriguing 

- And he might have had the smallest, tiniest crush on you

 - But he’d deny it of course

-the little bastard

- But like he actually finds the small things you do entertaining

- For example, he might have ‘accidentally’ showed up at the library every day you did and just happen to notice how you would play with your hair or doodle whenever you studied 

- One day, he discreetly bumped into you playing it off as he was too busy reading

- You decided not to tell him that his book was upside down

-“Oh, watch where you’re going… Anyways, if you’re here, mind helping me with this subject?”

-“Draco Malfoy? Asking for help? Who would have known?”

- But you did end up helping him 

- And after taking multiple deep breaths, he finally got the courage to ask you out

- And you told him “maybe if you can score higher than me on the next potions test”

-gUESS WHO STUDIED THEIR ASS OFF

-MALFOY DID


 Hufflepuff Reader

 - Tbh he had no idea who you were

 - And honestly he didn’t even care

- But that all changed when this happened

- So you were focusing on anything other than him while walking down the hallway,

- And accidentally you bump into him

- All of your stuff falls to the ground

- And he just shoots you a nasty glare and continues walking

- You are simply picking up your things when you hear “Lousy Hufflepuffs. Can’t do anything. No wonder that Diggory died. As if a Hufflepuff is brave enough to enter that tournament and come out alive.”

- You stop dead in your tracks. “What did you just say..?”

- He turns back to you with a scoff 

- You run up in front of him and get in his face. “What the hell did you just say?! Tell me!” 

-”I said that all of you Hufflepuffs are weak and pathetic. Diggory never had what it took to enter the-”

- But he was cut off by a punch to the face. His nose was bleeding

-”Don’t you ever start saying shit like that when you, yourself, will never be better than Cedric! At his worst, he is still better than you at your best. Maybe you should think about this before speaking unless you want to be bloodied by a “lousy” Hufflepuff again.”

- He is left in sh o ck

- From then on, whenever he sees you his entire face goes red and he hides himself

- Because maybe your courage and great left hook made him form a crush

-somehow

- He leaves a note on your desk which is from “your secret admirer” (cause he’s cheesy like that) telling you to meet him outside at night

- Your first reaction when you see him is not a positive one

- He explains that he only said that about Diggory is because he tries to look impressive in front of his friends (Which isn’t a lie) and that he sincerely apologizes and mourns for your House’s loss

- After some coaxing, he is forgiven 

- You sit and chat for a while and you are pleasantly surprised when you find out he’s actually pretty cool

-At the end of the night, he asks you on a date

- And with a hesitant yet bright smile, you accept

SKAM S04E04 Clip 4 - The Best Of Islam

NOORA: What is this again? We’re here for my sake?
SANA: Yes, of course we’re here for your sake.
NOORA: Just to look at muslim boys and stuff.
SANA: Aren’t you tired of white boys now? I thought we had to get out, meet new types of people, see that there’s plenty of fish in the sea. You know what I mean?
NOORA: But you said muslim boys just use Norwegian girls.
SANA: It’s good that you’re converting to Islam, then.
NOORA: Don’t turn around now, okay? But are those boys looking at us?
SANA: How shouldl I see if they’re looking at us if I can’t turn around?
NOORA: Oh my God, they’re coming over!
SANA: Stay cool.
NOORA: Stay cool? I’m really fuckign cool! Hi there!
SANA: Hi!
NOORA: Hi.
BOY1: Can we sit here?
SANA AND NOORA: Yes, of course.
JONAS: It’s okay? Great!
SANA: Sit down!
NOORA: Hi! Yes, hi.
ALI: Ali.
NOORA: Noora.
ALI: Nice to meet you.
NOORA: Noora, it’s a pleasure.
SANA: Sana, it’s a pleasure.
ALI: Ali, it’s a pleasure.
JONAS: Jonas. It was sana?
SANA: Yes.

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pll: *gives us a wrencer scene*

me: wow look at my parents. it’s been what? 84 years?? what did i do to deser-

pll fandom: that’s not spencer. this scene is totally off. we were watching it from ezra’s pov instead of hers which is off as well. why? her clothes are completely different from the scene before and the scene after. so is her attitude. she asked ezra not to tell anyone, isn’t that suspect? plus troian directed this episode so you know things were done on purpose pertaining to spencer. didn’t you notice how even her bangs were different in this scene? bring your ass here, sit down, and let me introduce you to her twin, spencerietta

me: 

a theory regarding today’s clip

so today’s clip was wonderful, all that i dreamed of: finally a clip of relief and support between the girls. but it also left me wondering how the hell we got from yesterday’s clip in which the girls mentioned..

to today’s clip.. in which the girls mentioned..

that seems a big change overnight. i’ve seen some theories flying by and one ask received by @tarjeiandhenrik left me thinking: how did this go? bc i personally don’t think what chris told sana yesterday was a lie to make the surprise all that bigger.. it seems a bit.. unnecessarily harsh. and how would the girls suddenly know that the pm girls were fucking with sana in the first place?

well, let me tell you who did know what happened between sana and the pm girls. 

this guy. isak is the only one who knew about what made sana make the saranors account. i remember this past monday, in which sana told chris about the account, that we were all terribly frustrated with the fact that chris didn’t ask why sana made the account. and i could understand why chris would be the person to be asked bc she’s kind of the person to avoid confrontations a lot. i think it was a deliberate choice to have sana ask her, but not be asked why. because this is also strengthened by sana’s post on the flawless 99 facebook in which she says:

“ There’s not point in explaining why I did it, because it doesn’t justify anything “

she specifically mentions not wanting to explain her deal! so i don’t think sana told chris anymore between that post and the clip we got yesterday. now, that mention of “they don’t like you as much anymore”: way too cruel to not be true in the end.. to be just a diversion to surprise her even more today. my guess is that after that phonecall with chris, isak somehow got in touch with the girls and told them about sara. at that point, isak probably already knew that sana had come clean about the whole thing. maybe he’d been talking with eva already? who knows. bc here’s the thing: isak knows that sana feels that she doesn’t have anyone anymore. she told him last friday. and his response?

the clip also ended on isak’s face as opposed to sana’s face, which often indicates (to me at least) that the person who is last seen is up to something that the protagonist might not see yet. it also happened with the “du er alene” exchange, which made isak realise that there was something wrong with sana and he reached out. 

this also makes sense, if we remember who reached out today to sana:

isak once again. he knows that the girls haven’t been talking (but he might have thought they would have already since he talked to them? it could be he’s checking if they reached out already). what is most significant about this exchange: “jeg backer deg. 4real” i have your back, like 4 real. it’s a nice enough message, but i think this was done on purpose: isak really did have her back bc he told the girls sara was scheming to push her out. as a result: the girls know the pm girls were fucking with sana. 

and that was my theory, haha. i might be totally wrong here, or maybe it’ll never get explained. but in that case i’ll just run with this theory. who knows, maybe isak will tell sana on friday about it? i’m assuming eva might invite the boy squad for a nice convergence of the Ultimate Boy + Girl squad (and maybe the balloon squad as well??) Let’s wait and see!

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Niki explains Tousute (Kyoden Moyuru Honnoji) in a nutshell, while Hasebe sings the play’s opening theme song in the background. Or should I say foreground? ;)

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Sterek AU: Smooth Criminal

Derek innocently meant he’d give Stiles his heart in its place, because yeah, he’s totally gone on him, too. Stiles was found guilty of raging hormones and inability to let his boyfriend finish his sentences. 

His punishment? Watching Derek strut around in his brand new Deputy uniform, the shiny pair of handcuffs mocking him for several weeks before both finally caved and utilized them for purposes that were indeed deviant.

Stiles later found Derek guilty of knowing exactly what he was saying, the innuendo-loving asshole of his heart.

Myrtle & Draco Friendship

okay but guys it was established in half-blood prince that myrtle sort of comforted draco right?!!! or he confided in her or whatever. “…he’s sensitive, people bully him, too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry.” SO i think that they were possibly acquaintances (*whispers* friends) BEFORE it was canonically confirmed in the 6th book. And draco would literally just go up to the girls’ bathroom and bitch about BLOODY POTTAH when everyone else was fed up with his rants and told him to piss off. Myrtle would always listen, intrigued. And in 4th year she would tell draco that she saw harry’s…package (prefects’ bathroom, golden egg and all that) and draco would be like “haha HA HA probably tiny as fuck bloody pottah” and myrtle would just smile slyly and deadpan, “quite the opposite, in fact” and draco would blush furiously and like sHIT?! i might be reallyfuckinggay. And then he would constantly ask myrtle, for academic purposes of course, whether she saw potter naked again and could she, you know, be a LITTLE more descriptive. HE JUST WANTS TO MOCK POTTER OKAY?! He needs deets to be able to do that!!! Shut up!!! Myrtle would totally ship them and lock them in classrooms together all the fucking time. And draco would definitely update her on what they did in there afterwards (as if she wasn’t spying like c'mon this is moaning myrtle)!!! gUYS LIKE AM I THE ONLY ONE?!

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF DESTIEL ACTUALLY DID BECOME CANON

IMAGINE J2M FILMING.

JARED PURPOSELY MESSING UP ANY KISS SCENE

MISHA ADDING HIS OWN INNUENDOS 

JENSEN BLUSHING AND BEING ALL AWKWARD

“OKAY GUYS TAKE 23″ 

“WELL WHAT CAN I SAY? I GOT MYSELF ONE OF THE HOT ANG- MISHA STOP GRABBING ME THAT’S NOT IN THE SCRIPT”

“CAN JARED BE ASKED TO LEAVE?”

“MISHA NO WE ARE NOT GOING TO PRACTICE THE MAKEOUT SCENE BEFOREHAND THERE ISN’T EVEN A MAKEOUT SCENE IN THIS EPISODE”

“I THINK THERE SHOULD BE A SCENE WHERE DEAN AND CAS ARE IN BED. NO, JENSEN WOULD BE TOTALLY FINE WITH IT. HE EVEN TOLD JARED. RIGHT, JARED? YEAH, SEE? TOTALLY COOL WITH IT”


P L E A S E

FOR THE GAG REEL 

bubhh  asked:

Never have I ever had a crush on anyone in the other group.

…*drinks*


Eeeeh ? Who? Who?


*laughs* You are really drunk huh? It’s clearly you.


Aww babe, you had a crush on me, that’s embarrassing…


….We are in a relationship.


Still~ *pecks him on the lips*


I seriously hate you all ! *drinks*


Hum…I guess I can say that I did. *drinks*


Haha still no drink for me ! *doesn’t drink*


Hahaha ! I have to drink again ! *drinks* Say Hajimeee! Do you want to know? Do you want to know who it iiiiis? *walks drunkunly toward Hajime*


Not when you are drunk.


Fiiine ! *looks at his chair for a second before turning back toward Hajime and sitting on his laps* My place is too faaaaar !! *cuddles against him*


D-Do we have to drink if we don’t know…?


Yes, I think.


….*drinks*


Huhu~ *drinks*


No way ! *doesn’t drink*

Aliens on humans having a random nosebleed

I just got a random nosebleed (which happens fairly often to me, like AT LEAST once a week lately) and I just thought about aliens.

Like, they were already confused/horrified when a human gave them the talk and explained periods. But this. There’s is absolutely NO reason for me to bleed so often from there, still, it happens all the time. I learned to just roll with it. Now it is just a mild annoyance to me, but I can totally imagine an alien freaking out over this.

“Ah Khor'var, I was looking for you! There’s a problem with my computer, could you have a look?”

“Of course Human Laura. Can you describe the problem?”

“Well, it started to make a weird noise this morning and- oh… hang on. *annoyed sigh* shit I need some tissues, I feel it coming. *pinch her nose with one hand, tries to get on tissue out of her pocket with the other*”

“Um, is there an issue Human Laura?”

“Uh? *while holding the tissue up her nostril* Nah, just a nosebleed.”

“A nosebleed? You are bleeding? I need to call the medical team!!! How did you get wounded!? Are you dying?!”

“Nononono! Khor'var, Khor'var, dude, it’s okay, I can handle, I’m used to it, happens all the time, no worries.”

“… Ah, I see. Is it this human fertility cycle I heard about?”

“Haha no, totally different thing. It’s not periods, periods have a purpose. This is just… random bleeding for no reason I guess.”

“You mean.. You can start to bleed without being wounded, for no biological reason?!?”

“Yep pretty much.”

“And it happens regularly?!?”

“Not to every human, but it does happen a lot to me since I was a kid so.. I just roll with it now. It’s a tad annoying but eh at least it’s not both nostrils at the same time! *annoyed* I hate when that happens, I look stupid with my nose stuffed with tissue paper. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah, computer noise!”

Needless to say, how humans could be bleeding for no reason and still worry about looking stupid was beyond Khor'var. Heck, how humans could start to bleed for no reason and NOT DIE was beyond him! But hey, humans are weird.

NCT 127 ideal types

A/N I do not own any of the gifs nor is my opinion a fact. This is just for entertainment purposes and i could be totally wrong about their preferences. Also a big thanks to mxrkbaby for letting me use their “nct 127′s ideal type” post as a reference and inspiration. ( I did not copy anything)

Taeil

Ideal type:

  • Someone cute.

Personality:

  • Someone with a lot of aegyo and uses it. Kind, bubbly and bright. Likes helping others and usually puts others before themselfs. Respectul towards everyone.

Age:

  • 1995-1997

height:

  • 158-166cm

Originally posted by xehunted

Johnny

Ideal type:

  • No information.

Personality:

  • Someone chill and kind. Always tried their best and is humorous. A little dirty minded, dorky and clumsy. Outgoing but can be quied from time to time.

Age:

  • 1995-1997

Height:

  • 166-176cm

Originally posted by nakamotens

Taeyong

Ideal type:

  • Someone who can teacg and lead me; Someone who makes up my flaws.

Personality:

  • Someone affectionate and good with people. Is loving and kind to everybody. Someone hard working and takes their work seriously. Always complementing him.

Age:

  • 1992-1997

Height:

  • 158-165cm

Originally posted by nctaezen

Yuta

Ideal type:

  • Someone who is considerate of others; someone bright and comfortable to be around. 

Personality:

  • Someone kind and someone who thinks before doing. Is optimistic and bubbly. Someone easy to talk to and doesn’t judge. doesn’t “act pretty”. Easygoing.

Age:

  • 1996-2000 (would have to be 18+ when daiting.)

Height:

  • 159-162cm

Originally posted by baekjongdae

Doyoung

Ideal type:

  • Someone polite.

Personality:

  • Someone humble and intelligent. Wouldn’t like to make a big show about themself. A good listenere and is respectful. Mature but has a childish side to them.

Age:

  • 1995-1999

Height:

  • 165-172cm

Originally posted by dimplesjae

Jaehyun

Ideal type:

  • Someone I can depend on; someone kind; someone who communicates with me well; someone usually calm, but can be cute; someone healthy.

Personality:

  • Someone who can relate to him. Someone realiable and someone who is good with their words. Calm and collected. someone cute and sporty. Affectionate.

Age:

  • 1995-2000(would have to be 18+ when daiting)

Height:

  • 164-175cm

Originally posted by jaehoneytoast

Winwin

Ideal type:

  • No information.

Personality:

  • Someone sweet and kind. A little shy but can be really talkative when being comfortable. Someone cute, but not cocky. Can take matters into their own hands.

Age:

  • 1998-2002(would have to be 18+ when daiting)

Height:

  • 162-173cm

Originally posted by nct-china-line

Mark

Ideal type:

  • No information.

personality:

  • Someone open minded and outgoing. Makes friends really easily, because their outgoing and talkative personality. Likes making jokes and is happy.

Age:

  • 2000-2004( would have to be 18+ when daiting.)

Height:

  • 162-169cm

Originally posted by nctmark

Haechan

Ideal type:

  • Someone with easy-to-listen voice.

Personality:

  • Someone like him. Mischievous, funny, prankster and sometimes overly dramatic. Someone who likes affection and someone who would pull a few pranks on the other members.

Age:

  • 2001-2005(both would have to be 18+ when daiting)

Height:

  • 162-166cm

Originally posted by haecha

(i swear to god dis bich is going to be the death of me)(hes just too perfect)

-spaceblock

Rebecca Sugar states that Lapis and Peridot are in the barn so they’re safe and they won’t get poofed but did we all just forget that Lapis was able to hold her own against the crystal gems and stole the fucking OCEAN.

Or when Peridot made a robot in like 10 seconds for the purpose of fighting.

Also since when they care about their own safety? Especially Peridot who was willing to confront Jasper and defeat her. They were totally fine with thrusting themselves into action before so why are they now too chickenshit to help the CGs or join the temple?

So yeah, that’s a shit excuse.

When You’re Not Looking

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Peter Parker x reader where they hate each other but Peter talks to her when he finds her crying one day? Maybe about her having depression? Thanks 💜)

Genre: Angst-ish
Warnings: Depression, Suicide kinda hinted at, Crying
A/N: I kind of drew ideas for this from my own experience with mental illness, so I hope it doesn’t offend anyone or come off as inappropriate.
A/N #2: Reader uses female pronouns and is a pyrokinetic

Originally posted by koenigreus

When Mr. Stark recruits a new teenager to the team, Peter doesn’t know how he feels about it. He thinks it’ll be cool having someone his age to work with, but then again, he was used to being Mr. Stark’s “star pupil”. What would happen now with someone new?

He was driving to the new Avengers building that he could never get used to with a random driver in the front. He was invited by Mr. Stark—more like forced, but he didn’t mind—to meet this new recruit. He was nervous but excited, not knowing what to expect. Mr. Stark didn’t give him much information, besides the fact that they were around his age. 

When they finally arrived, Peter got out of the car and breathed out a heavy breath of air. He was led inside by the driver because he still seemed to get so lost in the building, even after visiting multiple times. They arrived at a room he was familiar with, the training room. The driver opened the door for him and closed it behind him after Peter entered.

He was met with a strange sight. Tony stood on one end of the room in his Iron Man suit, and on the opposite end was a young-looking girl. She looked nice enough to Peter, a cold expression on her face that made her seem a bit intimidating. He was about to step onto the mat when her hands lit up in flames, and he gasped, stumbling back.

“Woah!” He yelled, backing up until he was almost pressed up against the door. 

The girl was you, and your eyebrows immediately furrowed when you heard a boy’s voice interrupt you as you were finally getting to where you wanted to be. Your head snapped to the right where Peter was standing, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Is this spider bite?” You asked, looking back at Tony to see him stepping out of the suit. 

“Why yes it is,” he said, a proud look on his face. Tony walked over to Peter, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Peter grinned nervously in response. On the inside, he was spitefully thinking, ‘Spider bite? Really?’

“Parker, this is (Y/N),” Tony said, motioning to you in front of him. You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, but he simply stared at it. That same hand had just been on fire a few minutes prior. He wasn’t going to be touching it anytime soon. After a few moments of silence and him not moving, you slowly retracted your hand and moved it behind your back. 

“Anyways,” Tony said, breaking the awkward silence. “(Y/N) is gonna start training with us here. She’s got a room now- your room, actually.”

Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony. “My room? Why my room?”

“You didn’t want it, remember?” He said, smirking lightly at Peter. You stared blankly as the two interacted.

“Yeah, but-” 

“No buts, Parker. It’s her room now. As you can see, she’s a pyrokinetic; she can form fire with her hands out of nothing, throw it around a little, all those fun things. She’s also trained in martial arts. I’m gonna need you to show her the ropes.”

“The ropes?” Both you and Peter asked simultaneously, but neither of you strayed your stares from Tony.

“Yes, the ropes. She’s gonna be going to your school, so-”

“My school?” Peter asked, bewildered. First his room, now his school? This seemed like too much for a recruit who had just arrived.

“Yes, Parker, your school. You feeling okay today? You seem to be asking a lot of questions- more than usual, and that’s saying something.”

Peter subtly pouted. Mr. Stark hadn’t been this condescending to him in a while. “You’re gonna have to show her around, show her how to be student by day and superhero by night. You know the gist.” Tony turned around towards the door, but Peter stopped him by speaking.

“How am I supposed to show her around if she’s living here?”

Tony looked at him as if he was stupid, and, if Peter was being honest, he hadn’t felt this unintelligent in a while. “There’re these things called cars, Parker. Look ‘em up,” he said, turning around and opening the door.

“Oh, and,” he added. You and Peter both looked at him expectantly. “A little fun fact,” he smiled wickedly. “She’s a few months younger than you. She’s officially bumped you out of the ‘youngest recruit’ spot,” and he turned around, swinging the door shut behind him.

Peter’s face dropped as the door slammed in his face. He was being replaced. He could feel it.

He didn’t take another look at you before opening the door and shutting it behind him himself.


“She’s completely replacing me, Ned! Mr. Stark totally did this on purpose,” Peter groaned to his best friend as they made their way through the crowded school hallways. They were walking towards the office where you were waiting for him to come “pick you up”, according to Tony’s words.

“Maybe he just wanted another person to train,” Ned shrugged, trying to reason with Peter.

“But it doesn’t make any sense! She gets my room-”

“It’s not your room if you don’t stay there.”

“And then my spot as the youngest recruit,” Peter continued on, ignoring Ned’s words. “And now my school! Like, she is just getting in the way of everything.”

They turned the corner to the office, and as Ned was about to respond, they heard a voice say,

“Hey, guys.”

Both their heads snapped towards where you stood in front of the office doors, and Peter’s eyes widened, knowing you had just heard his latest comment. The silence ensued until Ned took matters into his own hands and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ned,” he said with a wide smile. You shook his hand and gave him a small smile, and you could see Peter staring blatantly as yours and Ned’s hands touched. When you let go, he let out a big breath.

“Let’s just go,” Peter muttered, turning around and expecting you to follow him. When Ned turned around to walk next to him, you followed behind the two of them, your smile immediately falling off of your face. “What’s your schedule?”

“Tony said it was the same as yours,” you replied and noticed Peter’s hands instantly form into fists. You looked away.

“Of course,” he said under his breath. You didn’t think you were supposed to hear him. You heard him. You followed them to their class and you were about to sit next to Peter until he pulled the chair away from you. “That’s Ned’s seat.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with his blatant dislike of you. “Fine,” you smirked, moving to stand right next to Peter. You stood over him, and he looked up at you confusedly. You shoved him from the chair, and you were thankful the room was empty so you wouldn’t get in trouble on your first day of school. You laughed when he let out a yelp, and you sat down on the stool he previously sat on. He caught himself on his hands and stood up swiftly. 

“Get out of my seat,” he said, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched.

“Hm, no,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

Ned stood back, watching the whole interaction with wide eyes. He watched as Peter looked down at the ground angrily before moving to sit behind you, and he watched as you turned your head to face the desk, smirk wiped from your face and instead replaced with a solemn look and a bitten lip.


“Mr. Stark, c’mon, this is completely unreasonable,” Peter laughed nervously, darting his eyes between his mentor and the wall. He didn’t look anywhere near where you were seated across the room.

“It’s not unreasonable. (Y/N) needs to be out in a real-life situation where she can use her abilities and learn how to help them grow. Tonight is the night, Parker. Don’t let her leave your sight,” Tony responded, standing from his chair and readying himself to leave the room.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said, looking at Tony expectantly as he looked back at you. Peter kept his gaze trained on the table.

“I know that. But Parker does,” Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony, an angry expression on his face.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come on, kid. You should be used to my jokes by now,” Tony said, one eyebrow raised on his forehead as he walked past Peter and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“I can’t do my job well if I have to be watching her instead of the bad guys,” Peter replied, and Tony looked at him blankly. You stayed silent.

“Learn how to multitask, then,” were Tony’s last words before leaving the room.

“You better not mess this up,” Peter finally looked at you for the first time that day, and you tilted your head at him.

“I wasn’t planning on it. You, on the other hand,” you paused, dramatically sighing and shaking your head before standing from your chair and walking to the door. “I can’t be so sure.”

And you walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. As you walked down the hallways you had since gotten used to after sleepless nights spent memorizing them, your confident expression fell from your face. You let your shoulders sag and your head tilt closer to the floor so now one could see your face, covered by your hair.

You let out a shaky breath as you made your way to your bedroom, or, as it had now been ingrained into your head Peter’s bedroom. You needed a long nap; you didn’t think you ever wanted to wake up from it.


“Where have you been?” Peter yelled at you as soon as he saw your figure arrive on the rooftop he had texted you to meet at. He was clad in his Spiderman suit, and you were in your special fireproof suit that Tony had made for you.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you replied, not adding any wit. You were too tired for that. 

Overslept?” Peter yelped, throwing his arms out to gesture to the view around you. “The city is counting on us!”

You looked to where he motioned to, and you knew the landscape was beautiful. You just couldn’t seem to find the energy in yourself to appreciate it.

“Calm down, spider bite,” you muttered, walking up to the edge of the building and preparing to jump. Tony added a flying feature to the suit, and you had yet to try it out yet. You figured this was a good a time as any. “Let’s go,” you said, and you jumped. You heard him yell from above you, but you payed no mind to him as you ordered the artificial intelligence to release the wings. You began to float in seconds when you felt a large rush of air from behind you, and you laughed as you hooked your arms in the loops Tony left for you to guide yourself with. 

You flew back up to the rooftop shakily, setting yourself down on the ground, and you realized Peter is no longer there until a few seconds later when he swings in front of you.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, ripping his mask off of his face to stare wide-eyed at you. “You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” you shrugged and commanded the wings to retreat again. They disappeared instantly.

“You can’t just go risking your life like that! That’s not how this works!”

“Sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” You said, raising your own mask form your face to stare back at him.

He remained silent.

“I can’t wait until I don’t have to babysit you anymore,” he muttered, sliding his mask back on. You did the same so he couldn’t see the hurt etched across your face.

“Ditto,” you forced out, turning away from him. “Let’s just get this night over with. i don’t want to spend more time in your company than I have to.”

You heard Peter scoff, but it echoed in the air as you jumped off of the building again. Your wings released and you began to float again, but you almost wondered what would have happened if the wings hadn’t released.


Peter noticed you were especially quiet today at school. You looked tired with bags under your eyes and your sluggish walking. Your hair was frizzy and you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not looking up even when Peter tried to bicker with you.

“Why are you so quiet today?” He finally asked after your third class together. He figured you still needed his guidance around the halls, and it was the only reason he was still walking with you. Really. That’s the only reason why, he insisted to himself. 

“Just tired,” you replied, voice so soft that Peter was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his enhanced hearing.

“Well, uh,” he stumbled over his words, not used to you giving in to him so easily. “You better get that sorted out. You can’t be like this when we go on missions.”

You simply nodded. “Got it,” you said, just as soft. You didn’t turn to look at him, keeping your eyes on the ground still.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, but he kept silent the rest of the way to the classroom.


It’d been three weeks, and you were still acting quiet. Peter would try to start fights with you, try to instigate you in any way, waiting for the (Y/N) he knew to bark back at him as much as he did to you. But it never happened.

You would act normal if Tony was around, but otherwise, you stayed silent. You only replied with words if it was necessary, mostly sticking to nods and shakes of your head. Even when you did speak, it was in short, soft phrases that left Peter waiting for more.

“I don’t know where she is, Mr. Stark! I’ve looked everywhere!” Peter now exclaimed over the phone as he ran through the Avengers building, not knowing where else to look for you. You seemed to have run away, and he didn’t know what to do. He called out for you, yelled your name into multiple rooms and hallways, but he wasn’t sure if you would have even responded if you heard him. So he looked through every small space and every big space, and he had practically searched the whole building.

And he still couldn’t find you.

Tony was not being any help. At all. “I’m telling you she’s still there. I would have known if she left. Just keep looking,” he replied calmly.

“I’m telling you I’ve looked everywhere,” Peter said, and he was sure this is the most forward he’s ever been with his mentor. But he didn’t care. At this point, he was getting aggravated.

“Did you try the roof?” 

The silence left in response answered Tony’s question. 

“Check the roof,” he said, and then hung up.

Peter groaned and sighed at the same time, making his way to the elevator to take him to the top floor of the building. He waited impatiently even though the ride up took mere seconds. The elevator doors opened to a staircase, and he followed them, finding a set of doors at the top. He rushed through them, shouting your name as he made his way onto the roof.

The sight in front of him made him freeze. You were curled into the corner, leaning back against the short concrete wall bordering the rooftop. Your head was buried into your hands, but Peter could make out sobs. You were shaking violently. Peter didn’t know what to do.

He slowly and quietly made his way towards you; you didn’t seem to notice he was there until he was only a foot away from you and said your name softly. Your head whipped upwards in shock. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw your face, swollen and red and tears running down your face.

“Please leave,” your voice cracked when you spoke, and you rested your head back onto your knees so he wouldn’t see your face any longer. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, sitting down next to you and leaning back against the wall. He put an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him for comfort. You may not have been his favorite person on Earth, but he knew what it felt like to be so low, to feel like you’d never dig your way out of the hole you’re stuck in. 

You continued to sob. Peter watched you and rubbed your back until your breathing sounded even again. It took a while, but he sat there patiently comforting you, not caring about how long it would take.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes still wet, but no longer feeling so overwhelmed by everything. You wiped at your nose and cheeks, hiding your face from Peter still as you kept it tucked into his chest. He continued to rub your back, and you were surprised he didn’t pull away immediately after you stopped sobbing. You weren’t sure you had ever witnessed him being this kind until now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You chuckled bitterly, dropping your hands into your lap and staring absentmindedly. “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Peter said, surprising you. 

So you told him your story. You rambled on and on about how your parents had abandoned you when they discovered your powers five years ago, how you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, so you put up a cold front to keep people from getting close to you. But you never liked to fight. You never liked to be rude to people, you confessed to him, but it was an automatic defense mechanism that always made people think you were a bitch.

“You’re not a bitch,” he added in at this point. “At least, not really,” he joked, and when you laughed brightly and he could feel the vibration of it in his chest, he smiled in response.

You told him how you’d find yourself being sad more often than not, and not having the motivation to do anything. Because what was the point? 

And then Tony came into your life last year. He took you in, broke you out of your automatic habit of being rude to anyone who even looked your way, and he cared for you. That was the most important. 

He helped you control your powers and he taught you how you could use them for helping instead of destructing. But still, you were sad. You had no motivation. You just wanted to stay in bed all day and sleep, but when you tried to, sleep would never come. So you’d walk around by yourself. That was when you’d find the loneliness creep in.

But even if you were in a crowded room of people, you said to him, you would never feel more alone than at that moment.

It was silent for a few minutes after you had finished speaking. His arm was still around your shoulders and your head still rested on his chest. His chin was on top of your head, leaning against it. It was a nice moment. 

Peter found himself enjoying your presence, and you with his.

“I think,” he said, breaking the silence, but with a quiet voice. “Maybe Tony could get you some help. Or if you don’t want him knowing, then I can research some people. Maybe they can, I don’t know, make you feel better isn’t the right way of saying it. Help you?”

A warm feeling began to form in your chest. Maybe it was joy that someone other than Tony was showing you compassion, or the fact that it was Peter—the boy who had been so hostile to you these past few months that you had known him for; but to be fair, you weren’t so nice to him either.

“I’m just tired of being so sad all the time,” you whispered in response, worried that your voice would crack if you spoke any louder.

Peter stayed silent, rubbing your back again to comfort you some more, almost as though he could feel that you needed it. 

And as the two of you stayed on the roof the rest of the night, watching the sky fade into different colors as the sun set, with your head still resting on his chest, you knew you had made a new friend today in Peter Parker. 

And you were glad.

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“Why Did Bellamy Fall in Love with Clarke?”

So I recently got an anonymous message asking me this question and I was preparing myself to answer with the typical “because she’s supportive and he respects her and trusts her and blah blah blah” response which definitely isn’t WRONG, and are definitely reasons why I ship Bellarke, but I also feel like it goes a lot deeper than that. 

I haven’t written a good, solid meta in awhile, I feel like, and this question hit me really hard for some reason, so I am going to answer it separate from the ask in more depth. And, since I’m feeling extra, I’m probably going to make another post answering why Clarke fell in love with Bellamy because - yes - this ship goes both ways and I am sure as hell going to take every opportunity I get to prove that.

To start off, I don’t really think that there is one particular reason why Bellamy fell in love with Clarke. You can’t really go about it by saying “well, Bellamy really likes this trait and this trait and this trait - therefore, he loves Clarke because she encompasses all three” because I don’t think that’s really how love works. I do think that she has traits that Bellamy really likes and respects, and I think that’s how they became friends. But then he fell in love with her and it wasn’t just about those traits anymore. Because love isn’t selective. He doesn’t just love some parts of her and not the others. He loves Clarke as a whole, as a person. He loves all of her pieces and parts and fragments. He just loves her.

But why?

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Gajuvia BroTP: When staying with friends in one room on a mission.. pay attention to your surroundings!

So he was standing like that for a while after showering, admiring himself, and once he was finally done he took a smug step, slipped and ever so disgracefully crashed to the floor. If only he paid more attention, he’d notice all the puddles left from Juvia’s recent bath-time. Now… whether she did it on purpose, to teach her dear friend not to hog the bathroom,… remains a mystery. 

Every time - Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Reader

Hey ! Let’s take a little break from writing about the batfam and give Sherlock some love. So here, number 44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN” for @whovianayesha, it wasn’t an easy story to write, I hope I didn’t mess it too much, like I hope the characters are not totally out of character, like that it’s not just PLAIN FUCKING BAD and that you’ll like it :s : 

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John and Mary Watson enter yours and Sherlock’s shared apartment, and discover you laughing loudly on John’s ex-chair, in front of a very confused Mrs. Hudson. 

Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, is no where to be seen. 

John, being the genius detective best friends understands immediately what was going on, and isn’t able to hold a little chuckle in, under the curious gaze of his wife. 

Mary turns to Mrs. Hudson with a questioning look, and the older lady answers : 

-I’m not sure what happened. They were being cute in the living room. He was trying to solve a case, sitting on the floor in front of her, she was playing with his hair oh it was so cute you should have seen it ! …And then all of a sudden, he stood up, quite annoyed, and left to go lock himself in his bedroom and she has been laughing ever since ! That happened over half an hour ago ! 

John smiles at the confused landlord, and approaches you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, and finally, you notice him. Your laughter finally subsides, and you look at everyone in the room. 

-Oh hey guys. How long have you been there ? 

-Mrs. Hudson, since half an hour apparently, us ? Only a few minutes. 

You smile mischievously and none of them can stop themselves from smiling back at you. Before Mary can asks further questions, because she’s still quite…disconcerted as to what is going on, John continues : 

-Did you say it again ? 

-I have no idea what you’re talking about John. 

-Oh come on, was he stuck on a case ? And you said it right ? 

Your smile broadens even more, turning almost sly, and in a breath you say : 

-Maybe. 

-What was it this time ? How did you annoy him ? 

-Puns. 

-Puns ? 

-Yup. Puns. Terrible one at that. 

And without any warning, you start to chuckle lowly, but it rapidly turns into a full on laughter ! 

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Will-O’s Jar Spell for Removing Energy Blocks!

So, I had a really nasty energy block in my chest. It felt like all my energy “veins” were filled with mud. It made magic HARD. I got tired of not finding solutions and decided to do something about it my damn self.

*Best if performed during a waning moon, since it’s a spell about dissolving blocks!

What You Need*:

  • Basalm Fir (I used ground chips) for moving forward, taking down obstacles, and progress
  • Sea Salt for cleansing/clearing everything out
  • Coffee Beans (preferably whole) for energy, drive, and overcoming internal blockages
  • Lavender (I use lavender to represent myself sometimes with herbs, since I’ve had a connection to it all my life. Feel free to replace this with your personal “power herb.” If you don’t have one, lavender is still good for cleansing!)
  • Fern for cleansing, purification, and protection for good measure!
  • Something representing fire (I used ashes from “fire” flavored incense I burned while making this) to help “burn away” the gunk

*As always, things can be substituted or used in different forms than I did. You do you!

What You Do:

  • Set up/ invoke whatever you usually like to do for magic work. I just did the five basic elements for this one since I’m secular. It’s also totally cool to skip this step and just go for it, but my energy block was particularly bad so I wanted to make it more of a ritual.
  • Add your ground-up ingredients first. That means basalm fir, salt, and coffee if you don’t have whole beans. Make cute lil’ layers if you want. As you add them, say out loud what you’re adding and what it’s purpose in the spell.
  • Time to add the chunky stuff! Coffee beans, fern, and lavender (if you’re using it still on the stem.) Like before, add why it’s there. (I use lavender to represent how I will be surrounded by the positive forces in the jar, like the lavender is literally.)
  • Declare something along these lines: “This spell jar and the contents within will aid me in removing the energy blocks inside of me, so I can more fully continue to enjoy and practice my craft. Thank you, so mote it be!”
  • Close the jar and seal it if you wish. As you do, visualize yourself without these blocks, how relieving and open it will feel, how freely your energy will flow, and how powerful you will be without this obstacle. If you feel the block physically, think about what you will feel there instead.
  • Do your usual cleanup after spell work, and maybe let the jar hang out in the sun for a while. It was designed with the element of fire in mind, after all.
  • Congratulations! You did it. Enjoy~