things we do for school

liliflower137  asked:

WHO IS THIS CHARACTER WHAT IS THEIR NAME I LOVE THEM THEY LOOK SO COOL!!! :D

OH !! ovo

Long story short, their name is Cyrus, they’re the ghost of a very vane, morally reprehensible and overly dramatic magician of the 1900s. 
They died on stage. They’re full of spite. They kill in creative ways. They wear a bright pink jacket.

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW LONG THIS TOOK! Half of yesterday and all of my morning today! But it came out so good! Planning on working on one with Mark and not Dark, then maybe Wilfred Warfstache next but depends if I’m busy.

Been wanting to draw something for ‘A date with Markiplier’ since I love it, it’s awesome and so well planned out! *w* They all did such an amazing job! And it made my Valentine’s day, besides me and my family doing a small gift giving thing we do, it made up for that school day I had. 

I wanna put this on redbubble, but until then I’ll make a post about it! Hope you guys like it! ^w^

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THE WESTERN AU COMIC!!! It always bothered me that the original was split into two post so for your viewing pleasure here it is all at once. Please don’t put it on pinterest (and if you do for gods sake don’t save it as a jpeg crimeny)

Anyway, in this world they still have their powers. Logan and Hercules are the proud daddies off Rogue, Kitty, Jubilee, Yuko and Laura AND THEY ALL DON’T TAKE KINDLY TA NO ROUGH HOUSIN’!

Friends With Benefits - Theo Raeken Imagine (SMUT)

❁ (not my gif, cred to sweet owner) ❁

Request (anon): can you do a smutty imagine with Theo where him and the reader are friends with benefits?

A/N: So here it finally is, a Theo Raeken smut based on the request above. Sorry it took me so long to post it. I’m not sure how I feel about this one but I hope you guys like it. Also sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes, I still have to proofread it.(:

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Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: SMUT smutty smut smut & cursing?
Word count: 2088


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Teen Dad

Teen Dad

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none I think…

A/N: First of all, be safe kids, remember, abstinence. Anyways, let’s say Peter is in Senior year here. I made him a little older because, I didn’t want to make him a dad at 15 (: And, I didn’t really end it end it, but you guys could let me know if you want a Part two on how it ends, if not, it ends like this.


You paced back and forth.

How were you going to tell your boyfriend, Peter, that he, a 17 year old boy, is going to be a dad?

You two are currently in the middle of Senior year. Almost about to start the rest of your lives.

I guess it’s going to start sooner.

There’s already so many things going on in Peter’s life, you don’t want to add any more complications.

He’s living a double life as Peter Parker, a normal teen in high school, and Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood spider-man.

You thought Hannah Montana had it hard, but Peter’s Aunt May doesn’t even know his secret.

Oh my gosh, Aunt May.

What are you going to do about Aunt May?

She’ll kill Peter! Heck, she’ll kill you too!

So many thoughts ran through your mind, you felt– you felt like– you felt like you would–

Faint.

Bam! You fell dramatically, almost in slow motion, but not quite, on the floor. Unconscious.


Your eyes fluttered open.

“What time is it?”

You looked around. It seems dark already, “I guess Peter’s not home yet.”

You get up, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You can see Aunt May from the living room. She’s reading a book, unaware that you’re in the kitchen.

You grab a glass and almost dropped it. You were still a bit dizzy.

“(Y/n)? Did you wake up from your little nap?”

“Huh?– Oh– I didn’t take a nap?”

“Really? I saw you asleep on the floor of Peter’s room?”

You shake your head ‘no’, she just shrugs it off and goes back to her book.

After drinking some water and eating some crackers, you go back to wait for Peter in his room.

You lay on the bed, hugging the pillow tight to your chest. The scent of Peter making you smile.

“I really have to tell him today,” you said to yourself. It’s been a few weeks since you found out and so far the only one that knows is your mom, who I should say, is very supportive and excited to have a grandchild. Your family was always chill with anything, so you weren’t afraid of them. You were afraid of what Peter might say, and what Aunt May would do. Aunt May is the sweetest but, when it comes to Peter’s safety, well, let’s just say her mom’s instinct kicks in.

You though for quite a while, it’s now or never.

You got up, throwing the pillow into his bunk. You were on your way to confess to Aunt May.

Aunt May has always loved you, ever since you and Peter got together at homecoming. You know, before he stormed off and left you. But before that, we were best friends. So of course, you knew it was for Spider-Man duties that he left you in a middle of a dance.

“Hey, Aunt May. Ca– Can I talk t– to you?”

She looks up at you and smile, putting her book down on the coffee table, she took her legs off of the couch patting it for you to sit down.

“What’s up honey bun?”

“Can– can you keep a secret? As of right now at least..”

“Sure thing. What is it?”

“Pr– omise not to get mad?”

She smiles, holding out her pinky.

You let out a sigh, hooking your pinky onto hers.

“Promise,” she says.

You clear your throat, taking your phone case off of your phone. There was three small pieces of the same sized paper inside.

You grab one of them and hand it to her.

“Here, I– I think you should have this.”

She lets out an airy laugh, “what is it?”

You tilt your head up, motioning for her to flip the white paper over.

She does it, speechless when she sees the image.

“Congratulations, o– on being a Grandma…”

She smiles, slowly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Muffling a sob.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looks at you.

“You’re not mad, right?”

She takes her hand off of her mouth, looking at you, laughing with joy.

“Oh my– (Y/n)! I– I– don’t know what to say!”

You can hear the joy in her voice. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing she’s happy for you and not mad whatsoever.

“Does Peter know?”

You were about to answer her question but is interrupted.

“Does Peter know what?”

You both turn to the door, Peter staring at you two crying messes confusedly.

“What’s going on?”

Aunt May, with tears down her face, walks up to Peter, grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

“I’m happy for you,” she turns to look at you, “for the both of you.”

Then, she was gone, off to her room.

Peter watch her leave, then looks at you confused.

“What the heck is going on?”

“H– how was the training?” You said the last part quietly, Aunt May thought he was at a study group with some classmates.

“It was alright, now what’s going on?”

“Let’s go to your room. Go change and stuff first. You stink.”

Peter lets out an amused laugh, hugging you, “here, now you’ll smell as stinky as me!”

“UGh, Gross!”


After Peter got out of the shower, he walked up to you, wearing nothing but a towel, while drying his hair with another towel.

You lay sideways on the bed, “hurry up and put some clothes on, I’m gonna end up falling asleep before I even get to tell you what happened.”

By knowing how fast you can fall asleep, Peter puts his pajamas on in a snap.

You felt more confident in telling Peter after you told Aunt May, since she was extra super duper happy about it. You thought Peter would be happier than her, if it was even possible.

He jumps on the bed, on top of you. You grunt once his body hits you.

“Owwwww, get off! You’re too heavy,” you laugh.

He shifts to a more comfortable position next to you, hugging you close.

“Wait, I should take a video of this,” you say standing up, getting out of his hold. Peter lays there sad and confused.

“I didn’t get to take a video when I told Aunt May.” you ran around, getting your camera and tripod.

“Told her what?”

“Be patient, hold on,” you say, struggling to put your camera on the new tripod you bought.

You click the recording button once you got it to a good angle, jumping back on the bed, sitting in front of Peter.

“Wh– what’s going on? Why are you filming this?”

“You know,” you said, ignoring him and saying what’s currently on your mind, “if someone was to walk in, this would totally be embarrassing.”

He laughs, but you were serious.

Grabbing your phone again, doing the same thing you did before, you turn to Pete.

“This is what I showed Aunt May.”

He grabs the small sheet of paper.

At first he doesn’t know what it is but he soon gets it.

“Wait… are you?”

You nod, pointing to the small circle on the picture.

“See that little Pea? That smol little bean?”

“Ye– yeah?”

“That’s our little baby.”

“You mean? You’re pregnant? Wi– with my child?”

You smack his shoulder, “Duh! Who else’s baby would it be!”

“I know I know, I’m just–.”

Before he could say anything else, the door burst open.

“Did you tell him!”

Aunt May stood at the door, jumping up and down.

“Yes May, I told him.”

“Are you as excited as I am?” Aunt May tells Peter.

“You’re okay with it?”

“Heck yeah! I’m gonna be a Grandma!”

“That is so weird for you to say,” Peter says, calmly.

You turn to him, with a sad voice you say, “are you not excited? Or happy? I thought you would be…”

Tears began to form in your eyes as Peter looks at you with a worried expression.

May’s enthusiasm disappeared as well, she crossed her arms over her chest as she look at Peter, waiting for him to say something.

“I– I’m just worried. That’s all.”

“About what?”

“About a baby. We’re on our last year of high school. We have more important things to do. I still have that Stark Internship after all.”

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just some silly little serra portrait drawing things that nobody asked for nor did need i’ll crawl back in my basement now

  • Makoto: Let’s be honest. No one else sitting at this table really knows a thing about being a popular kid in high school.
  • Akira: Sure we do. See, you stand in a dark room and say the most popular kid’s name in a mirror three times and then–
  • Ryuji: No, I’m pretty sure you’ve gotta be bitten by one of the most popular kids under a prom moon.
You Owe Me // Archie Andrews

Hi!!! I love your imagines! Can I request an Archie one where he’s trying to get over Mrs. Grundy and he does that by asking the reader to fake date him so that she (Grundy) realizes he’s moved on but then they (reader and Archie) actually fall for each other and Grundy tries to get him back but fails????? Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!

Hey guys! I’m getting through these one at a time to the best of my ability so please be patient and if you have been thank you so much! I’m going through a rough patch at the moment so I need all the happiness I can get. If you guys have any ideas please let me know, love you all 💕🌸

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‘Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!’ I perked my head up from my English notes, seeing my auburn haired best friend running down the hallway towards me where I was standing at my locker. I frowned at him, my eyes widened in confusion.

'Archie, stop yelling my name please. You’re drawing attention that is unwanted on my part.’ I whacked him in the chest once he reached me, closing my locker shut.

'I need to ask you a favour, only a small one I promise.’ He pleaded, following me down the hallway whilst I was reading up on Shakespeare’s famous plays.

'What is it?’ I asked absentmindedly, still staring at my notes, trying to understand his made up language.

'Please don’t overreact, but, I need you to be my girlfriend.’

'Say what now?’ I asked, raising my eyebrow, causing him to shush at me, pushing me into a vacant classroom and closing the door behind him. 'You have to be out of your mind.’ I shook my head, closing my book.

'Look - I need to get Ms. Grundy off of my back ever since the whole…’

'Teacher sleeps with student scenario?’ I cut him off, shrugging.

'Do you really have to put it like that?’ He asked.

'Yes, yes I do.’ I nodded, causing Archie to sigh. 'Continue,’ I motioned with my hand, sitting on one of the desks.

'Anyway, I need to get her off of my back and I’ve been trying to get over her. So, I need you, my best friend in the entire world, to fake date me.’ He explained.

'And why would I do that?’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

'Because you appreciate me and you owe me for that one time.’ He smiled cheekily as I sighed, playfully frowning at him.

Damn him and black mailing me.

'It was one time and I swore to never touch alcohol again after it. Why do you have to bring it up?’ I groaned, running my hands over my face.

'Because I’m your best friend. Now, please, just this once?’ He pleaded, standing in front of me.

I sighed. 'Alright “boyfriend”, let’s do this.’

*

'You guys are dating?!’ I shushed Veronica, glaring at the raven haired girl for almost announcing it to the whole cafeteria.

'Jesus, Ronnie. Keep your voice down. I’m only doing this for him, it’s not real.’ I sighed, eating at my cupcake.

'It soon will be.’ I frowned at her, confused at where she was going with this conversation. She rolled her eyes before continuing. 'Y/N, people who fake date end up falling for each other in the end…or have you already done that?’

I bit my bottom lip, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 'Whatever I feel, this is me doing him a favour and only a favour.’ Betty and Ronnie stared at each other, almost with knowing looks that it was obvious that I had feelings for my best friend, I always did. But, I managed to suppress them, until now.

'Hey girlfriend,’ I looked up to see Archie smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head before taking a seat next to me. Jughead gave me a smile and sat next to Betty. 'You told these guys?’

I nodded, 'Well, they would possibly raise questions due to that romantic gesture.’ I chuckled, catching sight of Ms. Grundy walking into the cafeteria.

Archie quickly wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not really thinking about it. It was almost as though it was out on instinct.

I watched her walk past our table, giving us a glare as she walked past, causing Archie and I to bump fists under the table.

'She looked happy to see us.’ I snorted, trying to keep it together. Archie chuckled too, not removing his arm from me, whilst I never lifted my head from his shoulder.

I could tell you one thing though; I most certainly blushed and I wasn’t mad about it either.

*

'Oh, c'mon! This is just stupid! No way would he have made that jump!’ I exclaimed at Archie’s t.v in his bedroom, the two of us watching some action movie that Archie had picked.

'It’s because it’s Hollywood, Y/N. What do you expect?’ Archie chuckled.

'Some actual quality content.’ I answered, making Archie snort.

I chuckled, continuing to watch the movie. I was laying on Archie’s chest, feeling his gaze on me. We’d been “dating” for over a week now and in all honesty, I didn’t want it to end. I enjoyed spending time with him, doing couple things at school. The only thing we hadn’t done was kiss.

Did I want to? Of course I did. But, I was doing this as a favour, only a favour.

'Y/N?’ Archie perked up. I turned my gaze away from the t.v, seeing him looking down into my own gaze.

'Yeah, Arch?’ I asked, feeling my heart pick up of how close we were.

'You now how I only asked you to do this as you owing me?’ I nodded, letting him continue, 'Well, I’ve been thinking about it…and I-I didn’t realise it until only a few months ago - actually, a few years ago but, I don’t want to fake date, Y/N. I want to date you, for real.’

I gasped quietly, his words taking my breath away and my voice.

'I-I understand if you don’t feel the same-’

'Oh, hush up.’ I cut him off, grabbing his face, kissing him eagerly like I had been wanting to for so long. I rested my hands on his cheeks, pulling away from his lips as I rested my forehead against his.

'So…do we make this a daily thing now, or?’ I joked, causing Archie to laugh and pull me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.

I know what cloud 9 feels like now.

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After Betty, Kevin and Ronnie’s reactions to me actually dating Archie, I needed to walk away and get some air and look for Archie at the same time.

I was genuinely happy for once, Archie causing the grin on my face. I felt complete and important, especially that the boy I’ve liked for so long finally admitted his own feelings. It amazed me that just by the two of us fake dating made us realise our true feelings for each other, ending up together for real.

I was knocked quickly out of my thoughts with shouting coming from a classroom. I frowned, walking over to the music room to see Archie and Ms. Grundy having an argument. I walked over to it, opening the door, causing Archie and Ms. Grundy to turn their heads and look at me.

'Really, Archie? Her? I gave you everything you could’ve wanted!’ She stared at me disgusted, causing anger to bubble up inside me.

'You manipulated me into keeping a secret about Jason Blossom’s murder and used me for your own good. Y/N treats me with the love and respect that I hope I can give her.’ Archie but back, causing my heart strings to tug a little at his words, warming them.

'Think about what you’re doing Archie, I can still give you everything-’

'No,’ Archie shook his head, cutting her off. He turned his back away from her, walking over towards me. 'You can’t. We’re done. I moved on and I’m happy.’

'She’ll hurt you, Archie.’

I scoffed. 'Give it a break, honey. You’re done here.’ I spat, feeling Archie grab my hand, leading me out of the tension build room.

I sighed of relief, the two of us being the only ones in the hallway.

'Well…that was interesting.’ Archie sighed, gripping onto the strap of his backpack.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him whilst I rested my head on his chest. He sighed, hugging me back. I felt his kiss the top of my hair, his hand cupping my face to tilt it up, pecking his lips.

I hummed happily, the two of us pulling away from each other. 'I’ll never get tired of that.’ I mumbled.

'I’m glad.’ He whispered back.

It’s never late for this meet the artist thing! I did my best to keep my handwriting readable and to not have the dislike list too long and of course Photoshop crashed during this because everything involving me usually malfunctions somehow. What can I say, it’s good to know what to expect from life.

I irl tagged @sariannearies, @yonetee, @jislovka, @darthfikus, @storchlight and @yeronym so at least one of you guys should do it :>

Before I tell the story there’s a system in our school that involves colours

Blue student- very good kid
Green student- good kid
Yellow student-needs a little work kid
Red student- gOD AWFUL KIDDO

Also in our school we do a thing called “morning salute” which is basically announcements with the u.s pledge and our school pledge

So our principal was ragging on the eighth grade (my grade) about how were god awful children and is ashamed of us and stuff.

When she finally said “ALRIGHT ONLY MY GREEN AND BLUE STUDENTS IN THE EIGHTH GRADE CAN STAY FOR MORNING SALUTE, THE REST OF YOU CAN LEAVE!!!”

So me being the green student I am sat in my little seat and watched as kids filed our auditorium

When they were done leaving

There were only like thirty of us left

WE HAD A LITTLE OVER ONE HUNDRED KIDS IN OUR GRADE

The principal then quietly stated

“Y'all are the only ones who will be aloud to go to the end of the year field trip”

Yep