they would be a blast to hang with

things people forget about the outsiders

these are some pretty important things i think people should know bc it could help them w/ their character development or story in general. enjoy!

• sodapop would’ve joined dally in dirty talking cherry and marcia. and if they were greaser girls, ponyboy would’ve joined in as well.


• johnny is really good at hiding his emotions. he’s also a brave little shit who can get real sassy sometimes. yes, he is meek and shy, but when he feels the need he can be tough.

• steve is still in school. repeat after me, stEVE IS STILL IN SCHOOL AND ONLY WORKS PART TIME.

• the guys only watch their swearing and behavior around cousin-type girls. if your character is a new friend of pony’s who’s coming over for the first time, the gang isn’t gonna be super-duper nice to her and accept her 100%. they will probabaly be jerk-faces for a lil while, then chill out after she proves herself.

• two-bit wanted to drive to texas to look for ponyboy and johnny.

• darry goes skiing with his friends sometimes and was voted boy of the year. he was a popular, fun guy before he became the dad figure in the curtis household. yeah, he’s hella mature and dad-like now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to have fun.

• johnny was a good man in a rumble. i repeat : JOHNNY WAS A GOOD MAN IN A RUMBLE. HE COULD KICK ASS, OKAY.

• in the book, ponyboy kicked soc ass during the rumble. he is young and emotional, but he isn’t helpless. i personally hated the way the movie depicted him during the rumble; just letting the socs beat him up and crying out for darry the minute it begins. if you read the rumble excerpt, he obviously isn’t the best fighter but he can defend himself pretty well and can take a punch.

• johnny can take a whipping with a 2 by 4 without letting out a whimper. he isn’t gonna be on the floor unconscious after a punch to the gut, please and thank you.

• cherry is afraid of dissapointing her parents if they see her hanging with pony. i personally believe that cherry overcomes that fear and apologizes to ponyboy after ignoring him at school, and they become good friends. but the only true reason she doesn’t want to be seen with ponyboy is because of her parents. we see she clearly doesn’t really care about half of her “friends” or what she’s supposed to do as a soc (beer blasts and river bottom parties), so why would she care if her other friends saw her with pony?

No, but listen, I have the very firmly held headcanon that Keith loves camping. As in “entire demeanor will pull a 180 almost regardless of what level of tense or upset he was before”. Hiking? He’s never really had the opportunity to do more intensive stuff like rock climbing but dang he would love it.

I’m just imagining some context where they can actually just take it easy for once on a forested planet and Keith is having a blast and Lance, Hunk, and Pidge are a little taken aback because they are not used to really overexcited Keith, and Shiro is just sort of hanging back knowingly like “Keep an eye on him, I’m pretty sure he’s going to start climbing trees”

Sure enough, sometime Hunk is trying to identify something and Keith just dangles from a branch next to him “What’re you looking at?”

Keith can’t believe Pidge has never had a good experience camping (she’s suffered through a couple of family trips) and he is determined to fix this.  

“You can’t use bugspray, most of the nasty ones just ignore that, you need smoke” “Smoke doesn’t come in a spray bottle” and Keith borrows a cup from the castle they can get a little fire going in and put leaves in it from time to time.

Incidentally it doesn’t help that Keith has been unwittingly immune to poison ivy his entire life? Turns out galra skin is a little thicker and pretty difficult to irritate so “identify nettles without being halfway into a whole cluster of them” is never a skill Keith developed. genetics.

More Than That (Pt. 1)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

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A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series!

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You will never forget the first time you met the Avengers. It was a pretty surreal moment for you. And all because your boyfriend had went to college with the most well known member of the team.

A party invitation had been sent to the apartment the one day and you almost had to do a double-take, noticing the address it said where the invite came from. For a second you almost thought that it was a practical joke from one of Greg’s buddies.

“Hey, hun,” you said to him as you walked into the kitchen. “This isn’t another joke from Billy, is it?” And you tossed the envelope into his lap.

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PaleyFest NY

Yesterday was absolutely EPIC. It is always double-fun when you can share fan-girling experiences with friends, so me and @daragoldfitz had a blast hanging out with BAEs, and more than we expected to!

We first got tickets to The View when it was announced that Kerry would go there. Kerry switched things around last minute, and decided to go to Kelly and Ryan (or whatever that show is called). Dara got the tickets there for us last minute, and we should up super early (unreasonably early!) and stood outside for what seemed like hours waiting to get in (I just hate standing in lines, so I had very little patience for that). 

We finally got in, say down, and the recording started. It is always fun to watch how the live show is being recorded. Then before too long, Kerry comes on. 

They are chatting, and laughing and it is cool to see her and we are excited. Then a few minutes in, they start prepping for a game. Look at this MOFOs face, she KNEW we would all freak the F out!! 

(I think up here ^^ Ryan is explaining the rules, and Kerry is pumping up the audience). Then she starts saying that she needs another person on her team (since Kelly and Ryan are playing together), and that then announces that she asked “pretend Potus” to come in. I swear it took me a couple f seconds to connect in my head that she meant Tony. And then I remember turning to Dara and saying no way!

But sure enough, we watch on as Tony strolls in. We just SCREAMED. I am not even sure what Dara was doing, but I was almost knocked out of my chair :-))) It was the BEST. SURPRISE. EVER!!!!!!!!!!

I could see that both Kelly and Ryan were surprised too, so that’s neat what Kerry and Tony did :-))

Above here Kerry as you can see have lost her shoes (she did say prior to the game starting and Tony showing up that it is slippery on the floor in heels). And here she is reminding him that they came to WIN :-))))

The game was HILARIOUS, though Kerry can’t draw for life, LOL. They were so CUTE and cuddly and funny and Terry together, we kept on turning to each other with Dara and saying “OMGOOOOD”.

Terry won of course (duh!), Tony keeps his eyes on his real PRIZE though :P

I very vaguely remember the end of the show because we were just floating on cloud 9 and still in disbelief. I can’t remember when T&K even came to the show together, just them?

Fat-forward to the evening and standing in another line (to get into Paley now), here we are, excited for more Terry :-)

We had to suffer through 2 hours of Scandal before panel began (I won’t go into details, but I am very happy I stopped watching the show and only follow through Tumblr to keep up with cute Olitz moments)…

We had a good seat (1st row!) but kind of to the side. I wish we were a bit more central, though it was still a bit surreal to sit SO CLOSE to them :)

I liked the panel, that everyone got to talk a little bit, and I thought the moderator did a good job preparing. I wish Tony/Kerry talked more, and the panel was longer. But they had to go live tweet and I bet they (especially T&K) were exhausted after this CRAZY week of promoting the finale, so I am glad we got to listen to them for as long as they could stay!

We finished the evening with more friends and sharing our impressions and views on the show that we don’t watch, HA. 

My absolute favorite picture (check @daragoldfitz‘s blog her her awesome pictures!!) is from the morning, here it is :-)

Em Dashes

A lot of people use semi-colons wrong because they know there’s supposed to be a pause in their sentence that they know isn’t quite a comma, so they think it must be that mysterious semi-colon. Usually, it’s actually supposed to be an em dash (—), which in some ways is more mysterious!

The em dash is the longest of the three dashes and most often used for interruptions. Interruptions in speech, in action, in thought. It’s also a great syntax addition for fight scenes, since it makes the narrative seem quick and unexpected and jolting from side to side like a fight scene should be. Read your em dash sentences out loud until you get a feel for how its pause compares to the pause of a comma. It’s a heartbeat longer. If a comma is one beat of pause, then I see an em dash as two beats of pause.

In this first example, the em dash is used to give an aside to the reader. It’s like a btw sort of moment, which can sometimes be replaced with commas or parenthesis. I think the em dashes are most suitable when your aside is decently long.

Her neighbor, Frank, is always blasting music.

Her neighbor—the one who always blasts the music—is named Frank.

My mischievous neighbor, Vince, seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Vince—more often called (in a raised and angry voice) Vincent Price Ramsey—seemed to have a knack for graveyard cavorting.

Next up, here’s the em dash as a replacement for the semi-colon. Kinda like a slang or shortened sentence. Semi-colons have to connect two independent clauses—meaning each side of the semi-colon could stand alone as its own complete sentence. If you don’t want to do that, try an em dash:

I thought hanging out would be great—a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

I thought hanging out would be great; it would be a chance to finally see the city, just like Aunt Lillian wanted.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged—dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

There was a headstone hardly a foot from where I’d emerged; it was made of dark grey stone a few inches thick and maybe as high as my knee.

Sometimes, you can use an em dash to have a speaker correct themselves, or interrupt themselves to amend their sentence.

I could see the blur of the graveyard behind him—through him—

Similar to the last example, it can be used to interrupt a sentence in order to add additional information about the sentence. Often you can use a comma in this situation, too, so try to think of syntax and how that additional beat of pause changes things. In this case, Alice has just seen a ghost for the first time, so her mind is a bit too shocked for the normal pause of a comma. Read both. Doesn’t the one with the em dash sound more shocked or surprised, while the comma makes it sound like a simple observation?

He was glowing pale—almost tinged in cold blue.

He was glowing pale, almost tinged in cold blue.

Of course, it could be an interruption. It could be someone interrupting another in speech, one action interrupting another, or a character’s thoughts interrupting themselves. Here I’ll include the sentence with the em dash and the sentence following, so you can see the thing interrupted and the interruption.

You can have an action interrupt a character’s thoughts. For the first one, Alice is in a creepy situation and completely focused on something else, so when something touches her elbow, she’s shocked out of her thoughts. For the second one, Tristan is listening for an enemy when the enemy makes a move and startles him into action.

As far as I could tell it was some kind of berry—

An icy contact on my elbow broke my resolve, and I screamed until an equally cold hand clamped over my mouth.

The night was still, and yet—

Something whistled through the air. Tristan jerked backwards, narrowly avoiding an incoming dagger.

Here we have one character interrupting another in dialogue. Pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m not going to—”

Mom’s voice in the receiver cut me off. “At least consider it.”

“After all, you’re only a—”

“If you even say girl,” I interrupted, “I’ll stab you, I swear.”

The next one is part of a fight scene, so Alice’s thoughts are interrupting themselves as soon as she thinks them. She throws up an idea, “iron,” but interrupts herself from further exploring that idea, and instead casts it out. In a fight, you don’t have time to think out long, eloquent ideas. Your thoughts should come in fragments. Stab. Punch. Dodge. Swing. Would this work? No. How about this? Maybe. The em dash can help get across this uneven jolting of thoughts.

Iron—no use. I’d dropped the knife when her damn vines ensnared me, and the nails were in my pockets and out of reach. Blood—there were possibilities there.

Continuing in fight scenes, em dashes can have action interrupt action. Don’t just throw them in willy nilly, but if you have a chance for an em dash, jump on it. Instead of a word like “suddenly,” it makes it feel suddenly. Ups the tension. Em dashes are about interruption, and what is a fight scene but two people interrupting each other’s attempts to kill the other? This is especially useful for the last line in a paragraph during a fighting scene, because it’s a nice place to have one action interrupt another.

I snatched it—slit across my hand—

And stabbed her through the heart.

His swords whistled through the air—

A clean “X” appeared on the imp’s back, severing its body into four neat chunks.

So yeah, I’m basically obsessed with em dashes and I use more of them than the majority of writers. (At 72k words, my current project has 22 semi-colons and 344 em dashes. So. Yeah. Not to mention the length of this post…) Em dashes are way cool and can add a lot to your writing even though they’re just another form of punctuation. Syntax helps your reader into the mindset you’re going for, and em dashes can be a great, powerful part of that syntax!


Comatose-Chapter 16

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Surfacing gently from the arms of sleep, a light touch skimming up and down your spine, a content grumble piercing the veil of sleep.

“Wake up, darlin’.”

Logan’s deep voice washes over you, and you groan, wanting nothing more than to stay in your cocoon for the rest of the day.

Logan chuckles deeply, nuzzling your neck. “C’mon sleepy head. We gotta get ready. We leave in an hour.”

Mumbling incoherently about the injustice of being woken at such an ungodly hour, you reluctantly get out of bed. Stumbling blindly to the ensuite bathroom, you spy the tight fitting red and black combat suit hanging on a hook on the door. Stepping into the shower, your muscles protesting with a delicious burn that has you flushing, memories of last night flash through your mind. Grinning stupidly, you return to the task at hand wanting nothing more than to get this mission over and go home. With Logan.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re suited up and munching on a cereal bar, trailing behind Logan and Tony as the Iron Man chatters about how he could make some killer gear for Logan. It was a terrifying thought.

“That’s going to be a problem,” Colossus says as he joins you.

You snort. “Oh I know, they could kill us all.”

Kitty giggles, “Oh (y/N) you’re going to have your hands full.”

The conversation is cut off as Steve strides into the room followed by Bucky and Sam. “Everybody ready?” The Captain America persona masks every trace of Steve. He scrutinizes every one of the surrounding faces, seeing nothing but grim determination in every one of them. “Everybody good with the plan?” Again he receives nods all around. “Alright, let’s go.”

Clambering onto the jet, Bucky grabs your arm. He hesitates briefly before he gruffly says, “Be careful.” Emotion swims in his eyes.

Opening your mouth to speak, Logan interrupts. “You comin’, darlin’?” he asks, hard stare boring into Bucky.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” You leave Bucky standing alone, watching you walk away with Logan.

The jet is silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts. The bad feeling causing bile to rise in your throat. You don’t know why you feel this dread, the impending doom settling on you as you close in on the target. You know that something is going to go horribly wrong. You can feel it in every nerve and synapse in your body, screaming at you to turn around. Go home. Regroup.

But you have to, you must, you have no other choice but to save the people around you from Hydra. From destruction. From themselves.

“Descent in 30 seconds,” comes Clint’s voice through the jet.

“Gear up,” Steve commands.

Glancing at Storm you murmur, “We need cover.”

She nods and lifts into the air, eyes going white as she calls upon her power. The Avengers look momentarily stunned, but quickly get back in formation, waiting to jump out of the plane.

“Kitty, grab your group, you need to get in as quickly as you can.” She nods, gives you a light squeeze on the arm, before she grabs Natasha and the others and disappears from view. You turn to Logan and regard him closely, Bucky lingering behind him. “If this goes balls up, get out immediately. Don’t come back for me. I’ll be okay.”

He growls deep in his chest. “Ya know I can’t do that, darlin’,” he replies as he draws you too him, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Logan you have to promise me.” Frantically trying to get him to understand, he merely shakes his head, making his way to jump out of the jet.

“I’ll see ya on the other side,” he yells as he jumps.

“He’s right ya know.” Bucky’s voice startling you out of your chaotic thoughts. “We will always come back for ya,” he murmurs.

“Bucky….” you begin.

He cuts you off by grabbing your face in his hands, and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead before he joins the others in jumping out the out the plane.

 Fuck! you scream internally.It’s a mess. There are too many. You are vastly outnumbered. Your team taking hits, Logan is fighting off several men at once, Bucky providing backup. Retreat! You scream at them mentally. Get out now! No one’s listening, your cries falling on deaf ears. Steve get them out!  Five seconds later you hear the order coming over the com’s. The team scrambles to get back to the jet. Tony, Sam and Vision covering them while the rest run. You stride forward, putting up a barrier between the oncoming death squad and the people you care about. Taking a deep, steadying breath, ignoring the panicked screaming of Logan as he tries desperately to break through the barrier you had created. He throws himself bodily against the invisible shield, his anguished cries grating against your heart, breaking with every garbled word out of his mouth. You mouth, “I love you,” as he sinks to his knees, defeated. You gather every ounce of power you have, hovering a few feet off the ground, and let the darkness that’s been slowly consuming you over the past months out. It flows and crackles across your skin, destroying everything in its path. Agents disintegrate under the heat of it. Weapons explode in a ball of fire. Buildings seem to shift brick by brick as you let everything you have been holding in out.Control slips entirely as you laugh with the joy of it. The freedom that comes with not holding back. Setting yourself back on the ground, you know you have mere seconds before this all blows up in your face. You need to get out and quickly. You may be immortal but you aren’t invulnerable. Whirling around, ready to make a break for the retreating jet, you see an anguished Logan being bodily thrown into the plane by Colossus. But Steve is screaming for Bucky who seems to be missing. You scan the area quickly. A low moan comes from your right. Bucky is largely covered with debris, his leg bent at an unnatural angle. You run toward him, flinging the debris off him. “You gotta get up, soldier!” you practically scream. He barely registers your presence. The world around you goes quiet. A silent vacuum, a low, “Wooomph,” reaching your ears. You know you’re too late. Things are about to go from bad to worse and Bucky is in no position to help himself. You straddle his hips, planting your feet firmly in the soil on either side of you. Tears are streaming down your face. It’s going to hurt. You don’t know if you are going to make it out of this one, but saving Logan? Saving Bucky? You would die a thousand deaths over and over if it meant they were safe. You hear the oncoming explosion before the flames engulf you. Extending a shield around Bucky to protect him from the blast, you can feel the flesh being ripped off your bones. Flames burn away your clothing. The stench of burning flesh hanging heavy in the air. Pieces of rebar and stones embed themselves in you as you scream out your pain. It’s an inhuman sound. Hold on, just hold on! You repeat in your head as your body starts to fail. You’re going into shock, but you can’t give up. You can’t stop. Bucky stares up at you, grief plain in his eyes as he watches you burn. He can do nothing to help you. He’s stuck watching you die. In agony. Saving him. It’s over as quickly as it began. You slump forward. Numb is all you feel, then, suddenly, you’re burning. On fire. Nothing left to give, nothing left to say, you let the darkness take you as Bucky wails underneath you. 

Tags: You may scream at me. I can take it

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This movie would be even more entertaining if it was just told from Han’s perspective. “I was just a smuggler hanging out at bars and trying to pay off my debt to Jabba the Hutt when this old dude and this farmer kid showed up and wanted to borrow my ship. Then I had to rescue a princess and get into blast fights with a bunch of stormtroopers. I never signed up for this.”

Good Girl [a Barry Allen smut]

Request: smut w/ evil!barry where reader has a praise kink? 💞 thank you for reading and have a lovely day [ btw your writing is so good I binged your master list today :)) ]

a/n: evil!barry would have a fuckin blast….ALSO LOOK AT THAT GIF. THATS A NICE GIF


It all started with two simple words: good girl. That somehow sent you over the edge and made you grip the counter. Barry only noticed this because he heard your nails scrape the wood. Cocking his head, his tongue darts across his top teeth, papers scattering on the table before he crosses his arms over his naked chest.

You suck in a deep breath, eyes snapping shut as he approaches. “Oh, you like when I call you my good girl?” he smirks, wrapping his arms around your middle. His head hangs low, barely touching your ear, lips inches away, breath hitting skin. “You are so good to me, babydoll…” he purrs, hand traveling to your thin underwear. “I don’t deserve you…”

Biting your bottom lip, you press your ass to his front; Barry chuckles darkly, pushing your panties down your legs. Your sheer black blouse slips off your shoulder and you shiver, feeling his plump skin leave wet kisses on your neck. “You’re so beautiful, so pretty, my pretty girl….” he praises, dark green orbs eyeing your jawline. “Tell me what you want, sweets. Do you want my dick or my fingers inside that gorgeous body?” he hums, fingers squeezing your stomach.

With a moan, you rest your forearms against countertop, ass perfectly on display. Barry tilts his head down, raising one of his thick eyebrows. “Dick… please.” you clarify, batting your eyelashes back at him. He smirks, fingers leaving your skin to pull his gray joggers down. In a minute, he has a condom on.

“Of course, sexy.” he muses, pushing himself inside you at a steady pace. Gasping, you hold onto the kitchen counter more securely, hair tumbling in front of your eyes. Barry stretches all of himself in you before he finally starts moving. “Babydoll, you feel so fucking good around my cock.” he chides, thrusting into your hips with his.

A peaceful groan falls from your mouth and Barry grins wickedly, fingers groping your breasts through your shirt. Snapping his lower body, he can feel your skin clenching around his. “Oh, hottie, you’re so good… Ugh, how did-” he gasps, hiding his face between your shoulderblades, “I get so lucky?” the speedster grunts, bucking his hips, dick twitching.

As soon as he begins vibrating, you lose it. You scream his name, nails scratching the wood, orgasm hitting you like a train. Barry hisses, letting himself go. Panting, he rocks against you a couple times before removing his dick from your body. “Mmm… you’re so amazing, babydoll. I love you.” he hums, turning your head, “My sweet, good girl.” he grins, capturing your lips in his.

“Oh…mmm… I love you too…” you whisper into his mouth, spinning around. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. “Wait,” you pause, “Don’t you have to plan?” you ask in a soft tone.

Barry frowns, grabbing ahold of your thighs. “I’ll do it later.”


And here are a few more from Free Comic Book Day. It was such a blast making people happy and seeing so many faces light up in excitement. I also enjoyed hanging out with older me, whatever that strange artoo unit is, and even with my piece of scum dad. ;) 

Somehow I feel like Carrie would be proud of the last picture.

Photos courtesy of JediOKC and Michael Berndt



Having endured centuries of post offices smelling like dung bombs, witches and wizards in the UK can finally breathe easy.

The national Owl Post Service has undergone a vast and thorough revamp in the past four years, integrating muggle technology with a suite of automation spells to increase cleanliness and efficiency. 

Moving forward, wizards will no longer engage individual owls by themselves; orders are processed at the front desk, which are then scanned, sorted, and assigned by Autospell.

Owls are kept and cared for in an owlery nearby. Specialised owl-keepers make sure each owl has received its correct assignment and complete a series of health and safety checks before sending the avian postmen on their way.

After successfully testing the new system in a handful of post offices, including the high-traffic Hogsmeade branch, the OPS has rolled it out through the whole service. 

While large numbers of the wizarding populace have taken to the system like birds to air, some remain skeptical. Earlier this week, Hogwarts caretaker Argus Filch was spotted storming out of the Hogsmeade branch and shouting that he would ‘hang whoever invented this blasted thing by his skinny ankles and disembowel him’.

Cormac McLaggen, who spearheaded the revamp, has not responded to this threat. 

More Hogsmeade here

More 21st century wizarding here

This is for @chickendoodlesandpandas and the anons who requested 21st c. owl post!

“Our fans ship us.” (Grayson)

Requested by @its-me-actual-trash​: “an imagine where y/n is a youtuber as well and her and the boys collab and after it is uploaded all the fans are shipping her and one of the boys (either one) and they confess their feelings for each other”


I wrote one with sort of the same idea with Ethan a while back, so this one will be with Grayson. :)


“(Y/N), please come collab with us. We haven’t filmed with each other in such a long time, our fans are starting to miss you on our channel.” Grayson text you on afternoon.

“My viewers have been saying the same thing.” You said.

“So, what do you say?” Grayson asked.

“I have meetings all morning, but I should be done by noon. How about I come over afterwards, and we can film for both of our channels. Sound good?” You asked.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll let Ethan know the plans. See you later. :)” He replied. You put your phone back on the charger and finished getting ready for the day.

The entire morning, while in your meetings, you were distracted. You kept thinking about the twins and trying to come up with a video idea. You were excited to finally film with them again. Once your meetings were all over, you headed home and changed into a more casual outfit. Once you were dressed, you fixed your hair and your makeup and headed off to the twins’ place.

“(Y/N)! You’re here!” Ethan said to you when he opened the door.

“Hey.” You said with a smile as he pulled you in for a hug.

“Grayson is doing his hair.” Ethan said.

“We should probably get comfortable, that’ll probably take a while.” You laughed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Grayson called from the bathroom.

“Sure you will.” You said as you took a seat on the sofa. You and Ethan sat in the living room and exchanged small talk while you waited on Grayson. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” Grayson said as he walked into the living room. 

“Finally. We were starting to fall asleep waiting on you.” Ethan said. 

“Whatever. Let’s just get to filming.” Grayson laughed.

You ended up spending pretty much the rest of the day over with the twins, filming and having a good time. You filmed the video for their channel, and afterwards, you filmed the video for your channel. Once you finally finished filming, you took your memory card out of the camera and put it back in your purse and started to get ready to leave.

“Leaving so soon?” Grayson asked when he noticed you gathering your things.

“Why? Do you want me to stay?” You asked with a sly smile on your face.

“Well, we’re not doing anything for the rest of the night. so if you wanna hang out, or something, we wouldn’t mind.” Grayson said awkwardly.

“(Y/N), please say yes before he malfunctions.” Ethan joked as he finished putting away the cameras.

“Okay, yeah. I can hang out.” You said. You spent the rest of the night with them, listening to music, eating junk food and just having a good time. It had been such a long time since you’d hung out with the twins like this and you missed it.

* * *

It was finally Tuesday, which means it was the day that the twins upload. You had worked out an upload time so both of the videos would go up at the same time. You finished up your editing and uploaded it, scheduling your post for noon so it would be up on time.

Once the video was up and posted, you tweeted out the link with your weekly hashtag, followed and retweeted a some fans. You spent about an hour online, interacting with your fans, and after the spam had died down, you ended up falling asleep.

You were woken up a couple hours later from a knock on your door. You answered the door and saw Grayson standing on your porch.

“Gray, what are you doing here?” You asked with a yawn.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I wake you? I shouldn’t have come here unannounced. I’ll come back another time.” He said as he started to walk off.

“Grayson, wait. It’s fine. Come in.” You said.

“No, you should get back to sleep.” He said.

“If I sleep any longer, I wont sleep tonight, now come in.” You said sternly. He gave you a shy smile and walked in. “Can I get you anything?” You asked as he sat on the sofa.

“No, I’m fine. I actually just wanted to talk to you.” He said as you sat next to him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“So, I’ve been reading the comments on our new video, and tweets from fans on my timeline, and our fans ship us.”

“What?” You asked, confused. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. 

“Here, just see for yourself.” He said. You scrolled through the screenshots he’d taken on his phone of tweets of screen grabs and gifs of you and Grayson.

“Wow, I ship Grayson and (Y/N) so hard.”
“I’ve been shipping them since they first collabed, I need them to date already.”

“Wow, your fans are very vocal.” You said awkwardly.

“Yes, very.” Grayson laughed.

“So, is that the only reason you came over, or is there an underlying message to you showing me these?” You asked.

“Well, there is sort of an underlying message.” He admitted. “(Y/N), we’ve been friends for a good while, and every time we’ve hung out, it’s been an absolute blast. I really like you. More than I thought I ever would.” He explained.

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell by that awkward plea for me to hang out with you the other night.” You joked.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to be serious here. But this is so awkward for me. I’m not good when it comes to talking about feelings.” He said.

“Grayson, look. This doesn’t have to be an awkward conversation. I like you too. And I have for a while. I enjoy hanging out with you, you make happy, and you make me laugh harder than anyone I’ve ever spent time with. I’m honestly glad that everyone’s been saying this because I was worried that if we ever did dated, that all hell would break loose, but now that I’ve gotten sort of a seal of approval from your fans-” Just then, your words were interrupted by Grayson’s lips pressed against yours.

“You talk too much.” He said when he pulled away.

“Sorry.” You laughed, kissing him again. “So, does this make us official?” You asked.

“As official as ever.” 


Edibles hit everybody a little bit differently. Most people would say it’s more of a body high especially since I usually use Indica to make my oil or butter. THC binds to fat cells so to get the best effect from your edible you should eat a small meal high in fat 45 min to an hour before you eat your edible. Some fatty foods include: avocado, cheese, dark chocolate, nuts and full fat yogurt. With edibles, the cannabinoids are metabolized in your liver instead of going immediately into your bloodstream and straight to your brain like smoking so they can take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours to kick in but the high is stronger than when you smoke. You can compare it to alcohol consumption in the sense that people who are smaller tend to feel it sooner and sometimes harder so they would need less of a dosage then a larger person. How much you need to take at a time depends also on your tolerance. How often do you smoke? Do you need to smoke a lot to get high? For the first few times trying edibles (especially with a new company) it’s always better to start off with a low dosage. The standard dose according to Colorado’s edibles dosing guidelines is 10 milligrams. Now the following is what I have experienced through my own clients: Those who don’t smoke or very rarely ever smoke should only need about 10 to 15mg at a time. Those who smoke moderately need about 30mg and frequent stoners tend to eat about 50mg or more although its actually not necessary. Most people are just too impatient to wait for the effects of the edible to kick in or they don’t know how to get the most out of their edible. Over-medicating isn’t dangerous per se but I would advise you eat them in a safe place with people you trust in case you do “over indulge” because I have heard stories of people hallucinating although its never happened to me and I’ve eaten quite a lot of edibles in my day. You will most likely get severe munchies, a case of the giggles and take a long nap if you eat too much. Once you get the hang of how much you need to eat on average you can eat them more freely. My personal favorite dosage is 65mg. I get petty blasted but not so much that I have to go to sleep. And I personally prefer to eat edibles when I know I’m not going to smoke for a while like I’m going to a wedding or something for example or a few hours before bed. It’s typically a strong pain reliever even for those with really serious pains such as arthritis. My grandma who has arthritis and cancer uses my edibles as pain medication and a sleep aid. My mother also uses them for those reasons because of her mild scoliosis, sciatica and insomnia. All in all you have to test it for your self. Eat a fatty meal and wait an hour then eat your edible. Start small! If you don’t ever smoke start with 10 mg. If you smoke moderately you could try 30mg. Give it time (at least 45 mins) to kick in before you eat more and if you do eat more only take 10mg more. And remember these guidelines are for beginners or people who I’m not familiar with eating edibles. If you know you can eat 100mg at a time and be chill then do you boss 💚✨

optimisticweirdo  asked:

omg, any headcannons if jared, connor, micheal and JD were friends? like in a crossover?

Dear Jason Dean be more Chill Crossover HCS: 

Jared + JD: “Uhh there can only be one J named friend” 

  • Sassy banter vs. Dry humor
  • “You look like you can killed someone” “Roughly 3″ “What?” “Nothin’ I was lying”
  • Jared and JD would bond over how lame Michael (assuming from bmc?) and Evan are
  • “Our love is god” “What the shit is that, some Jehovah witness pick up line?” 
  • Friendship doesn’t last long

Connor + JD: “Edge Off” 

  • Blasting Linkin Park unironically “CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNNNN” 
  • casually paint each others nails
  • clothing swap, Evan is very scared and very confused
  • JD starts hitting on Zoe
  • This friendship also doesn’t last
  • “All that sugar is going to kill you” “Yeah and?” 

JD and Michael: “7/11 does sushi!?”

  • Strangely works
  • Listening to Bob Marley while hanging out
  • Slushie bros
  • Michael gets JD to try sushi; JD gets very sick 
  • JD sees Michael crying alone in the bathroom
  • “Want me to /take care/ of Jeremy?” “GOD NO”

Evan and JD: “You…look like my friend Connor” 

  • Weird tension because he looks like Connor
  • “D-Do you like trees?” “…I guess? I mean doesn’t everything die at some point?” “Y-Yea…” 
  • Silent walks to school
  • Evan gets bullied and JD walks over in a trenchcoat. No one bugs Evan again
  • “Do you like ice cream?” “I’m lactose intolerant…yeah I’ll take 3 scoops” “Ohmy…” 
Zarya Point of Advice #3 - Particle Cannon Basics

(If you learned something from this, share it and follow @buff-pink for more~)

Did you know Zarya’s gun has a name? She named it мститель, or ‘Avenger’.

Did you also know it’s a tiny particle accelerator? Not only can it theoretically be built in real life, but so could her uniform. The red holes in the armor direct excess energy away from Zarya and let her conduct energy through her uniform without burning herself - that’s important when she’s handling a gun that fires a beam that likely gets as hot as a star. How sorry do you feel now when you’re using that dangerous thing on poor squishy enemies?


Anyway, that isn’t based on anything but my own research and overanalysis of things I like. Let’s talk about how to shoot your molten death ray.

First of all, it’s pretty common knowledge that it has 100 ammo, and reloads in 2 seconds. You have a primary fire and a secondary fire - a molten death ray and a lil’ star grenade. 

Primary Fire 

This does soooo much damage if you track well (tracking is just being able to follow enemies movements while shooting at them), even at low energy. It also has a ridiculous reach - You can shoot Pharah out of the sky with it. (Pharah’s a counter to Zarya, which makes this really insulting to Pharah if you become really good at it.) 

When your ammo is low, your beam begins to make an almost gurgling kind of noise to let you know you’re about to need to reload, which is pretty important because 2 seconds, as you’ve probably become aware by now, is actually a lot of time to be vulnerable. This is even more important after learning how to use your secondary fire.

Secondary Fire

Zarya’s star grenades, as I call them, do slightly less damage compared to the beam, but have a million and one uses all their own, and combining them with your beam is the best way to use the cannon.

They’re lobbed into the air and fall at an angle, which makes them amazing for bouncing off of walls. Consider a Reinhardt against a wall with his shield - you can just shoot the wall behind him and splash some damage directly at him from behind. It’ll also damage anyone around the blast radius because it’s an explosive. This opens so many opportunities for damage, that if I tried to list them I would be here all night.

The most magical thing about the secondary fire (in my opinion) is that it has a blast radius, and it has knockback. Do you know what that means?

(it means Zarya can boop you - if you see her crouchwalking toward you and trying to say hello while you’re standing by a ledge, RUN, YOU ARE NOT SAFE)

It also means Zarya can boop herself, at the cost of a bit of her shields. I call it bubble jumping, and I have two videos of examples. First Vid / Second Vid

Once you get the hang of those, you’ll be hooked and when you play Zarya, you’ll spend a total of 10% of the game with your feet on the floor.

Nice Going, Boys

This seemed like a good idea at the time, so… yeah.

Eren winced slightly as the cold edge of the countertop dug into his spine, but the slight discomfort was forgotten the moment Levi covered Eren’s mouth with his own. Melting into his boyfriend’s touch, Eren kissed Levi back frantically. The raven’s teeth scrapped against the brunette’s, coaxing Eren to let Levi slip his tongue into Eren’s mouth and further deepen the kiss. Eren mewled into Levi’s mouth, panting slightly as their tongues tangled together.

Breaking away from the kiss with a small gasp, Levi turned his attention to the sensitive skin right under Eren’s jaw and began trailing kisses and bites down the brunette’s neck. Eren shivered at the sensation and curled his arms around Levi’s waist to lock the grey-eyed man against him. Levi’s grip on Eren’s hips tightened in response, his nails digging into the skin hungrily. The raven’s teeth pricked Eren’s skin deliciously as Levi nipped at his neck, and Eren turned his head and arched his neck into Levi’s touch to give the raven better access to his throat, whimpering softly all the while.

Levi’s hands began to slide up Eren’s hips to inch under the hem of Eren’s sweater. The brunette pulled away with a squeak of surprise. “L-Levi! In the kitchen?

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Wrong Partner

Summary: A trip to Disneyland with Tyler’s family in which you unintentionally spend more time with his younger brother instead of him, striking him to become jealous.

Word Count: 2,084.

A/N: Big thank you to the sweet anon who requested this gem. Sorry for being on hiatus for almost a month on posting any new fics but hopefully I’ll be back on track for things. Hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated my frens.

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World Count:757
Tony Stark x Reader

“You’re trying to reach the top shelf and I know you’re short but please as for help instead of climbing shelves/ using books as stools/getting a running start AU.” [Prompt credit:@dailyau & @dances-with-snowflakes]

“[Y/n]? What are you doing?” You froze mid-action. You didn’t dare turn around to look at the source of the voice for fear of losing your balance. Both your knees were shakily resting on the slippery kitchen counter top. Your left hand was also gripping the side of the counter for good measure. That left your right hand free to clumsily grasp for your favorite cereal bowl that your boyfriend had carelessly put away on the top shelf. Why would he do this to you? You found yourself mumbling at 6 am.

You were certain he hadn’t done it on purpose. In fact you were certain Tony Stark didn’t do anything on purpose. His life just seemed to be a chain of random coincidences that worked out real nice for him in the end. That being said, you knew you only had yourself to blame for this predicament. You should have put your foot down the night before when he offered to put the dishes away, but you were tired and he was offering to clean up the kitchen. It was so obviously too good to be true.

Tony had had a late night. You vaguely remembered him crawling into bed around 3 am. So when the alarm on your cellphone went off three hours later, you shut it down as quickly as possible. You’d thought the biggest struggle of the morning was going to be trying to detangle yourself from the koala like grip his arms and legs had around you. Then you walked into the kitchen and tried to prepare yourself a simple bowl of cereal.

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Lunchtime Drabble: Training the Inhuman (2/?)

Pairing: Avengers x Reader for now. Relationships develop as I go.
Word Count: 1058 (a little long today)
Warnings: short reader, fluff, fighting, a little angst.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Y/N found Bruce in his lab, head bent over a computer monitor in deep concentration.

“Hey, Dr. Banner,” she said softly, not wanting to jar him out of his thoughts. It didn’t work, he still jumped.

“Oh, Y/N, hey, what can I do for you?” he adjusted his glasses as he looked up and gave her a small smile.

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anonymous asked:

Nurse me, please 😳

OK I put this on AO3 too since it got so big. 

Oh my god, somehow this turned into a monster?! For a prompt anyway - 1727 words! It could have been five times as long, but. Anyway. I didn’t read it over afterwards so I hope it makes sense. I don’t even know where this came from. I’m babbling now. Hope you like it, nonny.

When Thor fell time slowed to a crawl, and so it was that Loki had a tiny eternity to take in every detail. He saw the red ribbon of Thor’s cape arcing behind him gracefully as he plummeted. He saw the sunlight catch Captain Rogers’s shield as it parted the swirling clouds of dust from the destruction of the city block they were fighting in. He saw Amora’s henchman grin smugly as he lowered the staff that had fired the bolt that brought Thor down, its tip still glowing faintly yellow-green. And he saw Thor’s Avenger friends begin to scramble - too late, too late.

A terrible wrath filled Loki’s chest. Amora had *promised him*.

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