this is what i was working on liz! :)

Shady Deals

“Are you saying that serial killers can’t be feminist?”

I sucked loudly at my drink, trying to get the rest of the nearly melted frappe. “No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Well what are you saying?”

“I mean, anyone can be a feminist. But once you go around killing people, it’s not like it matters anymore. Now you’re just a murderer, regardless of your views on gender equality.”

“I’d still rather be killed by a feminist.”

I laughed, “Why’s that?”

“Because,” said Liz, waving her drink in the air despite the looks she got from the other people in the cafe, “at least then I know i’m not being killed by some prick who’s twisted idea of justice is taking out my ovaries because I had an abortion.”

“Liz, you’ve never gotten pregnant.”

“My killer doesn’t know that!”

I unwrapped the cookie we bought earlier, broke it in half and handed the bigger piece to liz. In between bites, I asked, “Why is your killer taking your ovaries?”

“It’s his signature. He takes the organs as trophies.”

“Geez, Liz,” I laughed again, “I think you’ve given this too much thought.”

“Promise me, Joni,” she said, taking my hand, “Promise me that If I die before you, you’ll turn my corpse into a work of art.”

“Oh my God.”

“I want to be posed beautifully. I give you full permission to do what you will. Take out my organs. Skin me and lay my skin suit down next to me as if it were my lover. Just make me look good.”

“Liz!” I could see multiple heads turn in our direction. They must have thought we were crazy.

“I want to die in style.”

“Well,” I said, reaching for my phone, “That day will have to wait. It’s already two. Are you ready to go?”

Liz stuffed her half of the cookie in her mouth, red lipstick smearing a little. Then she chugged her drink and grabbed her purse.

The walk to the park wasn’t far, fifteen minutes, but it felt like an hour. I was nervous and liz could tell.

“So what are you trading again?”

“This,” I said, taking an old iPod out from my purse. It was in great condition- the screen wasn’t cracked, and it was only half full of songs. “The guy was willing to trade his old film camera for it.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, turning the iPod over in her hands,” I remember you saying something about wanting to get into photography. Why film?”

I smiled, “Film is superior to other mediums. It doesn’t lie. It doesn’t use microchips to convert a real image into digital; it is real. I’ll show you when I start taking pictures.”

Liz shrugged. She didn’t get it yet, but she would.

“Thanks for coming with me by the way,” I said, taking the iPod back as she handed it to me.

She nodded, “Buddy system is best. Do you know what the guy looks like?”

“He said he’d be wearing a black hoodie.”

“That could be half the people in the park, Joni.”

“Well, just keep an eye out.” We arrived at the park then, and sat down on a bench. IT was warm from the sun, and the warmth felt great on my back.

I scanned the park, looking for a black hoodie. There were many. Liz gave me a look that I knew meant, see? Half the park is wearing black. I just shrugged, and continued to look.

I was about to send him a text saying we’re here, on one of the benches. Are you here yet? When a shadow fell across me and Liz.

“Joni?” He asked. I stared at him. I couldn’t see his face under the hoodie. It was so dark underneath- like the jacket swallowed up any possible light that could have revealed his face.

As I continued to stare, I realized it was his face. Or rather, he didn’t seem to have one. I tried to be polite.

“Uh. Yeah, yes, I’m Joni. Can I see the camera?”

“Of course.” His voice was harsh, as if he’d been swallowing big gulps of sand. If sand had a voice, his would have been what it sounded like. “It’s in excellent condition. I took it earlier to be cleaned- it’s working perfectly.”

When he handed me the camera, the metal body was cold. Liz was frozen next to me. I looked through the viewfinder, opened the back to get a look at the aperture mechanism. He was right- it was perfect.

“Thanks,” I said, and handed him the iPod. When he took it from my hand, I could see his fingers. Black as shadows and just as insubstantial. Like smoke.

He nodded under the hoodie, and stuck the iPod in his pocket. I could feel Liz’s arm grasp mine suddenly, as if she was afraid he would pocket me too.

He took my hand then, and liz held on to me even tighter. I held my breath but all he did was shake my hand and say, “Pleasure doing business with you, Joni.” His hands were very soft.

I looked into where I thought his eyes might be. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and prayed no one else could. Finally he let go, and turned to walk away.

“Wait,” I said, placing a reassuring hand over Liz’s. She was worried over nothing. “I didn’t get your name.”

He turned around. For the first time, I realized he did have a mouth. He smiled, showing off rows of sharp teeth. “We have been called many things. But you can call us… Rick.”

“Bye, Rick. Maybe…”

“Yes?”

“Let me know If you ever have something else you’d like to trade.” I blushed again as I said it, but if Rick noticed, he just continued to smile.

“I will.”

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{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

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warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack

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Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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Day Five | Part 5

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: It’s done!! I hope you guys enjoy this. I really loved writing this series and everyone’s feedback on it. I hope to do more of these quick series in the future. Thank you to everyone who has supported me these past few days! Part four can be found here.


You were still in shock about Peter, Friday morning. You didn’t know if you should tell him that you knew or just keep it to yourself, but you also then remembered that you did in fact tell Spider-Man, well Peter, that you liked him, that you had a crush on him. You told him how you felt. You didn’t know how you will face Peter at school today. You even decided to get up earlier and head to school before he did with your mom just to avoid the possibility of seeing him. However, you knew you couldn’t avoid him in Chemistry. Also, Homecoming was today to make things even more stressful. You had to get home immediately and start getting ready. You were starting to get nauseous at everything you had to face today. It was going to be a long day.

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@lizixofxnod

IT’S TERRIBLE AND AWFUL QUALITY BUT IT’S ALSO 5AM AND I’M TIRED AND MY WRIST IS CRAMPING

but this was too good not to do a terrible doodle of i’m sorry

Okay yes now i’m gonna…. go focus on finishing the 10 gloomverse pieces i’m working on…. i get distracted so easily oops…..

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Preference: Not Just Friends

Summary: You and him used to be best friends but not anymore, something changed for the better.
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Ashton: “Damn it, Luke!” Ashton says, laughing as Luke wins again at FIFA. Luke chuckles, putting his controller down to grab a piece of pizza. Ashton pauses to reply to a text from you, his best friend. “Is that (Y/N)? Tell her I say hi, even though she’s literally just upstairs.” Luke says through a mouthful of pizza. “She doesn’t want to hear from you, that’s why she’s upstairs.” Ashton jokes, making Luke laugh. “How long are you going to keep this girl waiting? You’ve been just friends since you were in middle school and you’ve been in love with her for years.” Ashton bites his lip, glancing over at the blonde haired boy. “That’s the thing, mate. We’re not ‘just friends’ anymore. At least, I hope not. I wasn’t going to tell any of you until she brought it up, but I kissed her yesterday.” Ashton admits, causing Luke to choke on the pizza. “You kissed her?” He repeats, his eyes wide as he looks at his best friend. “I did, and it was perfect.” Luke chuckles. “You’ve got balls, Ash.” Ashton shrugs. “We haven’t really talked about it so nothing’s official. I don’t want to bring it up if she doesn’t want to talk about it.” Luke nods. “Yeah, she may just need time to digest it.” All of a sudden, you walk into the room. “Digest what?” You ask, sitting down beside Ashton. “Oh, Ashton here was just telling me about that kiss you two had the other day.” Luke blurts out, causing Ashton to roll his eyes. “See, this is why I didn’t tell you.” Luke laughs. You smile at Ashton. “You know, it wasn’t very fair. I wasn’t prepared for you to kiss me.” You say. Ashton leans over and traces the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Are you prepared now?” He asks. “I think so.” He grins and kisses you softly, proving to Luke that you two really aren’t just friends anymore.

Calum: Calum bites his lip as he watches you walk across the yard in your bikini. You grin and wave as you approach. “Stop being such a hermit and come swim.” You tell him. “Someone has to be sober and make sure Michael doesn’t accidentally drown.” Calum jokes, which makes you giggle. “For your information, I am very much sober.” You retort. Calum chuckles. “I’m serious, Cal. Why are you over here instead of in the pool with the rest of us?” You ask, raising your eyebrows. Calum reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t feel like swimming today.” He murmurs. “You’re the one who suggested we all come outside, though!” You say. You back up a few feet and start running in circles. “Look at me, I’m outside! It’s amazing!” You tell, which makes Calum start to laugh. You fall to the ground, grinning up at him. “I’m outside.” You repeat. He sits down beside you. “I know, for once you’re not inside. Proud of you, babe.” He tells you, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Kiss her, you idiot!” Ashton yells from by the pool. You laugh and turn to look back at him. “But Cashton is forever!” You yell back. Ashton shrugs. “I’ll forgive him!” You grin at Calum, but your smile fades when you see that he isn’t smiling. “Calum? What’s wrong?” He looks away from you and up at the sky for a moment. “(Y/N), what are we?” He asks quietly. You sigh, knowing this was coming. “I don’t really know, Cal.” You admit. He takes his arm off of your shoulders and looks at you. “I know that we’re not just friends anymore. That night in Vegas… it changed us. I don’t regret it, but I’m not sure I want to pursue my feelings for you. I mean, what if it ruins our friendship?” You ask. “What if it doesn’t?” Calum asks, raising his eyebrows. You open your mouth to reply, but he leans over and kisses you roughly. “Just stop talking. Please.” He mumbles between kisses.

Luke: “Have you told her yet?” You whisper to Luke as you both watch Liz cook dinner. Luke shakes his head, which makes you sigh. “Okay, so if this variable equals five and the answer is eleven, what is the other variable?” You ask Luke out loud. “I-I don’t know.” He mutters, watching his mom. You’ve been tutoring Luke for months now and his mom has pretty much had a wedding planned in her head between the two of you since day one, even though in the beginning, Luke and you didn’t even know the other existed. But now you’re together and Luke has been waiting for the right time to tell Liz. “This only works if you pay attention.” You say. Luke smiles sheepishly at you. “Sorry, I’m nervous to tell her.” He whispers. “She’ll be thrilled.” You reassure him. He coughs as Liz turns around to grab something from the pantry, causing her to look up and smile. “You guys okay?” She asks. “Oh, we’re fine, Liz. Luke just has something to say.” You tell her, nudging Luke under the table. “So, mum, you know how you’re always saying how great of a friend (Y/N) has become?” He asks. Liz nods, smiling at you. “Well it’s your lucky day because we’re not just friends anymore.” Luke finishes, biting his lip. Liz blinks, as if not registering what her son has said. “Liz?” You ask, concerned. “You’re together?” She asks. You and Luke nod, causing her to grin. “Oh my, this is great! I knew this would happen. Your brothers owe me twenty bucks.” She admits, laughing as she walks away to get the phone. You giggle as you kiss Luke’s cheek.

Michael: Michael sighs as you stomp into the apartment, almost slamming the door in his face in the process. “Would you just let it go, already?” He asks, opening the door again and walking inside. You spin on your heel and face him. “Let it go?! You just told everyone at the Grammys that we are just friends, when I thought it was pretty obvious when you were fucking me into oblivion last night that we are not just friends.” You snap, walking to the bedroom to take off your heels. Michael follows, ripping off his tie in anger. “It was a mistake, (Y/N). I simply forgot that you’re not just my best friend anymore. People forget things!” He yells. You huff, searching through your dresser for some pajamas. “Yeah, well, Calum wouldn’t have forgotten.” You mutter, walking to the bathroom. “Oh yeah, that’s really great. Rub it in that Calum has also seen you naked!” You slam the bathroom door closed and slip out of the dress you’ve been wearing all night. “You know what? Maybe I should call him and go over to his place! He would probably do me better!” You yell. The bathroom door swings open, revealing a very pissed off Michael. “What are you doing in here? Get out!” You say, as he backs you up against the bathroom counter. “You’re not going fucking anywhere, (Y/N). You’re fucking mine, even if you hate me right now.” Michael says, kissing you roughly. His lips are soft and taste like peppermint and the drink he had tonight and they almost make you melt. Almost. You push him away, throwing your hands up in the air. “No! You can’t just kiss me and think that it will fix everything. You told our friends that we’re nothing but friends! That hurts, Michael.” He grits his teeth and kisses you again, holding your wrists above your head. “You and I both know that we are not just friends. Shut the hell up so I can fuck you into oblivion again.”

SENRAN KAGURA Estival Versus - Localization Blog #3

The Way of the Waifu
By Ryan Graff, with contributions from Brittany, Tom, Mai, Liz, Junpei, Billy, Jason, Ken, Alyssa, and Nathan

XSEED was quite a change of pace and style from my last job, which was working QA for the usually T-rated Square-Enix. A few weeks before my first day here, Ken and Jess sent me some reference materials for my first XSEED project, wrapping up the European version of Valhalla Knights 3. I remember reading through the game’s text files, reading descriptions for items called “Survibrator” and “Congratulotion,” and wondering exactly what I’d signed on for.

It wasn’t long after VK3 went gold that I started my second major project here, co-localizing the main script for SENRAN KAGURA Shinovi Versus. Since I hadn’t played Burst before coming to the office, I took a crash course, reading up on the characters’ histories, relationships, and personalities.

SENRAN KAGURA has always gone out of its way to make each of its many characters as distinctive as possible in every way. Each girl has her own personality, visual style, fighting style, vocabulary, and personal history, and their stories grow and develop from game to game.

It’s not always easy for storytellers to juggle ensemble casts. Audiences need time, screen time, to bond with your characters, and it can be tough to balance the audience’s attention and affection amongst a large cast while also keeping the story moving forward. But when a storyteller pulls it off, the payoff is that each audience member, no matter who they are, gets at least one favorite character, someone they can personally relate to and root for.

With that in mind, one of the most frequently asked questions about SENRAN KAGURA is, “Who’s your favorite?” Since we write for the English version of the game, that question sometimes comes in different flavors, like “Who do you enjoy writing for the most?” or “Who would you most want to hang out with?” In short, which girl is XSEED’s waifu?

Me personally, I like writing for Haruka most, because I enjoy writing “eloquent, haughty young lady”-type characters (writing for Nero in Fate/EXTELLA was fun for the same reason), and because she’s so crafty and unpredictable. In terms of who I’d most want to hang out with, I think Mirai would make a fun writing buddy, Homura would make a kickass personal trainer, Shiki reminds me of my first crush, and Murasaki could always use a hug.

(We also occasionally get asked who our least favorite character is, but I like them all too much to really say, other than to note that I hope Minori gets more onscreen character development in future titles.)

But I’m not the only one who works on SENRAN KAGURA — credit goes out to everyone who proofs, tests, helps market, and otherwise contributes to the games (especially by playing them at home and spreading the good word!) — so let’s go around the office and see who’s down with who:

Brittany:
Haruka. She’s a true queen and I’d thank her if she stepped on me. 


Billy:
I would say my SK waifu is Asuka. She is the first character I used. I also like her fighting style and her clumsy personality. But Rin is cool too.

Tom:
Hard to pick only one, but I’d have to go with Hikage, whose struggle with emotionality makes her extremely endearing, but is more than made up for with awesome moves and general kickassness. Honorable mentions go to Mirai for the amazing outfit, Ayame for having the cutest face in the series (seriously, how is she so cute?!), and Imu for her admirable devotion to the one she loves (which makes her less viable as “waifu” material, but more awesome as a character IMHO). 

Liz:
Hikage, all day.
- has no emotions
- is sometimes a berserk snake
- licks uses knives
- chill af
I was into masochistic gun ballerina for a while but she too hyphy.

Mai:
Naraku ❤
- super loyal
- love the way she call herself (I believe it’s “I” in English but in Japanese, she calls herself  “Jibun” instead of “watashi”)
- fashionista (her hoodie and arm warmer thing)
- bubble gum❤
- not so emotional 

Junpei: 
My SK waifu is Yozakura. 
- She speaks the Okayama dialect, which sounds super cute when girls speak it.
- She has giant fists.
- She’s good at cooking.  

Jason: 
I’m a nice guy and like all girls (except Minori and Hibari).  But my top 3 would be Homura, Kagura, and Renka.  
Homura: She’s Wolverine and voiced by Eri Kitamura.
Kagura: She’s god and fights by ripping holes in dimensions.
Renka: She drums like no other.  

Ken: 
Homura. Tan lines. ‘Nuff said.  

Alyssa: 
Rin definitely stole my heart (I’ll fight you for her, Billy!). Purple hair and glasses? Sign me up! But I also love her weapon and fighting style, as well as her friendship with Daidoji. ❤ 

Nathan:
Shiki. Something to be said about a multilingual witch.

As I wrap this up, SENRAN KAGURA Estival Versus has just gone up on Steam, and the Ikki Tousen DLC characters are finally available on PS4, Vita, and PC, after a long struggle to bring them overseas. (Thanks again, Takaki-san!) We hope everyone enjoys reconnecting with the girls (or meeting them, if it’s your first time), and keep your eye out — you never know what might come next!

She was wrong

Liz Forbes never really liked to admit when she was wrong. 

After all, being a female Sheriff in charge of a mostly male department wasn’t easy and she’d had to cop a lot of flak from not only her colleagues but from the town people who didn’t like being ordered or arrested by a woman. 

So being wrong about something could mean losing what respect and footing she’d gained. 

But this time, she would gladly admit she had been wrong all those years ago. 

It had been an overcast summer day, raining heavily and she had been watching an afternoon movie in her living room, deliberately pretending to be engrossed in the tv while she was definitely aware that her daughter was in a car parked just a few houses down the street, making out with Niklaus Mikaelson. 

Although, that wasn’t what she had been wrong about, after all, anyone could have seen that her daughter and that boy would end up dating, it had been very clear since they were about six years old and Caroline had come home with a Valentine’s Day card that had been an origami heart. 

Liz was pretty sure they still had that somewhere around the house.

They’d been inseparable for years- until now. 

Klaus had been granted a scholarship and early admissions to Sorbonne University in Paris to study art. 

He would be leaving at the end of the summer, which was only another two weeks away. 

And Liz had figured that their relationship would survive that. 

Being in two different time zones and two different continents? 

No matter how much Caroline plotted and planned, Liz had watched the two of them with a sinking heart and guessed that they would drift apart until they stopped making a place for each other in their lives. 

And she was sorry for that, because the two of them were so in love that it felt good to see them together. 

And when Caroline came home after seeing Klaus off at the airport, three hours late because she hadn’t been able to drive she was crying so hard, Liz felt her own heart break too. 

Then had come the postcards, one sent from the airport and arriving almost every day until the mailman was almost as invested in the relationship as she was. 

Then one day, not only had the daily postcard arrived, but it had come on top of a thick package from the United Kingdom. 

And when Liz had seen the stamp and address, she’d committed a federal crime and opened it.

Inside was a letter congratulating Caroline on having been accepted to study Urban Design at University College London, followed by a long list of the scholarships she had won. 

Underneath that, had been the loyalty card that Caroline had already signed up for on a train called the Eurostar, which ran from London straight to Paris in just over two hours. 

It’s at this point that she starts to suspect that she had been wrong. 

And her heart breaks again at her daughter going so far away to study but when it’s one of the top twenty universities in the world, she can’t stop her, so she and Bill coordinate meeting at a hotel near Richmond airport, taking Caroline out for dinner before seeing her through the gates and then finding an airport lounge to drink and cry with pride over how their baby girl has grown up. 

The postcards from Paris don’t stop arriving but the number dies down, Klaus still keeping in touch and postcards from London soon follow, along with skype calls and long emails. From what Liz can gather, every Thursday night (because God forbid humanities students have classes on Fridays) Caroline either catches the train to Paris or Klaus comes to see her in London, and Liz felt sorry for their roommates until she found out that they had their own rooms. 

Klaus graduates before Caroline and from what she can gather from her daughter’s email, something about his visa meant he had to go back to America without her because she was finishing exams. 

Liz somewhat suspects that is bull and when Klaus turns up on her doorstep looking a little nervous, she finally admits to herself that she had been wrong. 

“I think you two should work for a year before getting engaged,” she tells him before he even steps inside, “Have you spoken to Bill?”

He exhales, “I’m seeing him next, I really did have to get my visa sorted out in New York.” 

He reaches into his pocket and draws out a blue velvet box, 

“I sold a few paintings and bought this for Caroline, do you think she’ll like it?”

Liz notes the Tiffany and Co stamp, opens the lid and swallows her shriek at the square cut diamond in the platinum band.

Damn, her daughter knew how to pick ‘em. 

She manages to hold herself together long enough to hug the poor boy and until she gets a call from Bill where he mutters that he wish Steven had bought him a ring like that. 

She feels as though she wants to cry but can’t stop smiling. 

She manages both when a year later, on Christmas Eve, Caroline surprises her with a visit back home and practically bounces through the door with the engagement ring on her finger. 

And Liz Forbes had honestly never been so glad to be wrong about something. 

Probably an Odd Reason to Appreciate Steven Moffat

There have been a lot of beautiful essays on the Moffat appreciation tag today, many of which I’ve reblogged.  Since it’s still Moffat Appreciation Day in my time zone, and since I finally have a moment to myself, I thought I’d point out an element of Steven Moffat’s showrunning that I don’t think anyone else has really touched on.  I like the way Moffat makes mistakes.  Or, rather, I like what he makes from his mistakes.

Series Five, as most of you know, was noticeably homogeneous in terms of casting.  We did have some notable characters of color, such as Liz 10 and Nasreen Chaudry, but that was largely it—and there was River Song, who is bisexual, but that’s not something you would know if you hadn’t watched her earlier stories.  For the most part, it was white and straight, white and straight, all the way through.

Someone pointed out to Moffat that this was seriously uncool.

So, he started to work on it.  First, we have Canton, originally conceived as a possible returning character; if he had returned, we would presumably have met his black boyfriend as well.  Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint became recurring characters, with their marriage a key part of their characterization.  In Series Eight, one of the biggest narrative arcs went to Danny Pink.  This year saw the first Deaf actress on Doctor Who, as well as the first transgender actress.  The transgender actress, Bethany Black, played an oppressed woman with some sort of expressive language impairment, and while that character died, there is always the possibility of a sequel episode dealing specifically with that oppression—an episode in which Black could easily return as a clone.  The background casting has also improved, with Coal Hill School having a fairly realistic demographic, and people of color appearing in minor roles and crowd scenes of all eras.  Moffat himself has this to say about it (via moffatappreciationlife):

“I thought when I first took it over — oh, what the hell, we’ll just audition people of all races for every part, and it will average out. I don’t know why an old Lefty like me had such faith in the free market; it did not work out. It does not work out. You’ve got actually decide that’s what you’re going to do.”

I think that dealing with mistakes is a skill, a powerful and important skill that our society refuses to teach or acknowledge because we’re too desperately attached to our fantasy of not being wrong in the first place.  We’re scared of mistakes.  We connect mistakes to worth, to being good or bad, and when one is confronted with a mistake, the first, overwhelming instinct is to deny it.

I admire Steven Moffat for not following that instinct.  He acknowledged his mistake, he understood it, and he worked to fix it.  That’s worth a hell of a lot, in my book.

“I liked his protectiveness of me and Tina, both emotionally and physically. I was naive about what goes on in the city, and sometimes I took unnecessary risks.

One night when Ted came over after dinner, I told him that Tina and I had stopped at Volunteer Park on the way home from work to swing, and that we’d had the park practically to ourselves.

He was horrified. “Don’t you realize how isolated you are there in case of trouble?”

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”

“You name it and you can probably find it in Volunteer Park, especially at dusk. If you want to play in a park, come get me first. You understand?””

Conversation between Ted and Liz from “The Phantom Prince: My Life with Ted Bundy”

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Downton Fans, can you tell which rooms these are or who wear these costumes? Lady Mary (Michelle Dockery)’s bedroom is one of the recreated sets at the Downton Abbey exhibition at Marina Bay Sands, Singapore (Photo: NBCUniversal and Mayo Martin via Channel News Asia, @lees_rachel Twitter)

Downton Abbey exhibition makes its world premiere in Singapore
The interactive touring show, which will be shown first at Marina Bay Sands, features more than 50 costumes as well as recreated sets from the popular British period drama. Also on display are props that depict the changes that took place at that time, including the introduction of electricity and telephones. And then there are the elaborate costumes from the 1920s, which have been one of Downton Abbey’s biggest draws.
[…] “I think the reason why the programme succeeded is that it’s fundamentally about these characters and how they react when placed in extraordinary times,“ said [Sarah] Cooper.
“It’s a fascinating period of social change in Europe that would really go on to shape the rest of the 20th century. And we know that the costumes are partly what our fans became very passionate about. People became really increasingly fascinated by the artistic and design history of the period, the costumes, the settings, the props.”
Added [Liz] Trubridge: “The show was a privilege to work on. We spent (a total of) three years of our lives on these sets and it feels a bit like home.“
After Singapore, the show is expected to travel to the United States and other countries.

Source: ‘Downton Abbey exhibition makes its world premiere in Singapore’ Channel News Asia, June 16, 2017

anonymous asked:

You seem like someone who isn't new to fandom and I have to ask: have you ever had the experience of seeing a large chunk of a show's fanbase actively campaign against a spinoff? i.e. is what's going down with The Blacklist a unique case?

*rickety grandma voice* I’ve seen some crazy-ass shit, son.

Jokes aside, yes, to me it is rather unique, anon, because TBL/R is a unique creative catastrophe. More rambling and complaining behind the cut, as usual:

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Request: Peter x reader were the reader is really popular and everyone thinks that they are using him for grades and slowly peter dose too and brakes up with them but they both actually love each other 

Warnings: Angst?

A/N: Just so you guys know, I’m not particularly proud of this one. Idk, I just feel like it’s not the best but whatever.

Originally posted by heartbreakhur

“So, physics homework? Do you want to team up?” You asked your boyfriend Peter Parker, during lunch.

“Uhh, I don’t know Y/N,” He bit his lip.

“Oh my god Peter. You don’t really think what they’re saying is true, do you?”

The other kids in your class had a certain idea about you. Since Peter was one of the smartest kids in school, and you always teamed up with him in projects, that thought that you were just using him for homework.
Yes, your grades had gone up since you started dating him. But that was only because he had been helping you with your homework.

“Well,” He started. “I mean, I have kinda, been doing most of the work”

“Peter! That’s because I don’t understand any of it.”

“Okay, Fine.” He smiled slightly. You smiled and kissed his cheek.

.

Later that day before class, you heard some people talking behind you.

“Did you Hear about Y/N and that Parker kid? Yeah, she’s just using him because she’s too dumb to do her own homework!”

You cleared your throat loudly from in front of them. Hoping that it would make them realize you were still there. All you heard was an ‘Oh’ And some quiet snickering.

You bit your cheek in you mouth. Is this all people think of you now?

After class, you were excited to see Peter again. Maybe he could cheer you up.

“Hey Pete!” You followed him to his locker.

“Oh hey! What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to my house, or your house, to work on the project” You asked him. Putting your own books in the locker beside his.

“Oh about that-” You took a step back. Was he really going to bail on you like this?

“I- I kinda made plans to do that with Liz”

“What?! But, you promised- Fine”

Peter didn’t look nearly as remorseful as he should have.
“I’m sorry babe. I’ll come by tomorrow?” You nodded and closed your locker. Hoping that this was just a weird thing. And not a sign of something else.

Over the next week Peter had sort of drifted from you. He was still there, it just, felt different.

“Hey Peter, will you help me with my homework?” You asked him as you sat on his bed and watched him try to clean his room.

“About that.. I don’t think we should see each-other anymore.” He blurted out. But then looked at you expectantly.

“I-I don’t-” You looked at him with wide eyes.“F-Fine.” You stood up angrily. “I knew the rumors would get to you.”


May/8/2017

‘You Don’t Get Many Songs Like That’: Liz Rose on Co-Writing Taylor Swift’s 'You Belong With Me’ Chorus

One of Taylor Swift’s secret weapons in her early hit-making days was Nashville songwriting veteran Liz Rose, who co-wrote a number of Swift’s best and biggest early hits, including “Teardrops on My Guitar,” “White Horse” and “You Belong With Me.” The latter went all the way to No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100, and established the country star as a major pop player.

“It’s really fun to start a song, and you can just hand it to the room, and they all start singing it,” Rose tells Billboard of the enduring smash, whose explosive shout-along refrain we just named the 20th-best chorus of the entire 21st century. “You don’t get many songs like that.”

After Swift wrote third album Speak Now entirely on her own, she and Rose only collaborated once more – on 2012’s Red highlight “All Too Well” – but the latter has remained an in-demand country and pop songwriter, even winning a Grammy in 2016 for her work on Little Big Town’s surprise crossover hit “Girl Crush.” Rose spoke to Billboard about her memories of co-penning (and later performing) one of Swift’s early signature hits.

Was the chorus the first part of the song that came together?

We always started at the beginning. It just flowed out, honestly. She’s so fast. And Taylor kind of knew – she came in with [sings] “You’re on the phone with your girlfriend…” And it just kind of flowed into that chorus.

Are there individual strengths that you and Taylor have as co-songwriters, where you put your emphasis on one part and she does another?

We were always back-and-forth. She comes in with the story and the melody – I truly believe that she heard the production in that song while we wrote it. And that song always amazes me, because when I do writers’ night and I try to play it, I always make the audience sing it – or I make girls get up to sing it.

And that chorus – it’s impossible to sing! I don’t know how she did it. Well, I mean, she’s young and she has a great voice. But the high-reaching [parts of the chorus]… usually I just stop and let the audience sing it. I’m like, “Y’all take this, I can’t do it!”

Was there a part of the chorus that once it came together, you guys knew you were good to go?

Oh, man, just the way it flowed so fast. And I loved the way that it was [only] half of the chorus the first time – have you noticed that? I just think that was so cool, the way we did that.

It does seem like something you guys did a number of times together – where the chorus does shift as the song goes on, and by the third chorus, there’s a key word or phrase that gets turned on its head a little. What do you think the power of doing that is?

It makes you want to stay until the end of the song. And I think that it makes a song more personal. It does it in [Fearless single] “White Horse,” and it does it in “You Belong With Me.” It just makes the listener feel like the writer and the artist care about the song – that they’re like, “Okay, you’ve heard it, but wait a minute – ‘cause I want you know that this really affected me, I’m gonna dig the knife in just a little bit deeper.” We were never through writing a song until we were through writing a song. Until the last line.

I noticed listening to the song recently that it almost sounds like a ‘90s rock song, the way the verses explode into the chorus. Was that something you guys were intentionally going for, or just how it came together?

I think it was there when we were writing it. We wrote it, like, the day before she cut it. And she, I believe, wanted to make sure she’d written everything she could write for the record before she finished cutting it. So I think she came in wanting to write an up-tempo [number], and came in with that story, wanting to write this really fun, fast, driving song. And you can hear it in the guitar, in the work tape.

Do you think this is the best chorus you and Taylor ever did together?

Absolutely. When I go out and do it – when I don’t even have to sing it [Laughs] – it’s pretty awesome! There’s a lot of joy in it. It’s really fun to do live, it’s really fun to watch young girls to 50-year-old women get up and sing it.

Do you have a favorite chorus of the 21st century, or a song that comes to mind when think of a great 21st-century chorus?

Oh, gosh. Well “Girl Crush,” of course. [Laughs.] But that I didn’t write? Taylor’s song “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together.” I mean, that song is amazing. And [Florida Georgia Line’s] “Cruise.” Think about what “Cruise” did, with FGL. Just that it makes you want to sing it, whether you’re a fan of theirs or not, it doesn’t matter. That song, it had a big impact on country music. And “Mama’s Broken Heart,” Miranda [Lambert], that Kacey [Musgraves] wrote. There’s some great ones.

A Place to Call Home pt. 4

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 4,717

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is one of the shorter parts but there is still quite a bit that happens. Once again, huge thank you to Chloe ( @writing-obrien) for letting me run an idea past her. As always, I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think. ENJOY! 

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I Told You

Thank you guys so very much for 300 followers. I didn’t think I would ever manage to have this many. You guys can send in requests, preferences, ships, asks, and anything else at any time. I would love to hear from all of you and learn what all of you like. Here’s a short imagine that is a combination of a couple requests I have received. 


Notes- You go to confront James about some things. You end up cuddling together for the first time.

Words-564


You walked up the grand staircase with a glass of wine in hand. You had made your way around the lobby talking to the guests and whoever was working the front desk that night. You then found your way up to the bar and had Liz refill your glass. Now you were going back to your room that you shared with your husband James. It’s been starting to feel less and less like you’re actually sharing it. He’s a ghost so he pops in and out whenever he wants, but usually he makes it a point to spend almost every evening and night with you. You loved James dearly, yet sometimes you just wanted to get away. Since you started dating, you’ve barely been down the street or have even talked to your friends. James also was very old fashioned and some of it you found to be charming. He always opened doors for you and made sure you knew he thought you were the most beautiful human to grace the face of the Earth. He didn’t seem to care much for physical contact unless it was for sexual purposes. You pulled open the door to your room and James was sitting on the couch. “Dearest, I’m glad that you are finally here,” he said as he walked over to you. You looked at him and took a sip of your wine without saying a word. “I see you’re drinking already.”

“Yeah, maybe you should too,” you said and walked past him. You sat your glass down and started changing into comfier clothes.

“What’s wrong with you,” James ask and you could actually hear a touch of pain in his voice.

“I’ve just been thinking about us and about you. James, I love you. I truly do, but these rules you make me live by are insane. I can’t leave, I can barely talk to my friends, and the only time I get any like physical attention from you is just sex.”

“ I didn’t know you felt that way.” James walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you. You laid your head on his chest and took a deep breath in. “I get that you want me to be safe and stuff, but there’s a difference in keeping me safe and bossing me around.”

“Darling, if you would like to go out and do more things you can. I would still rather you spend more time here than away. I can only be with you while you are on the premises.”

You grabbed James hands and pulled him toward the bed. “Take off your jacket,” you instructed him. James pulled off his jacket leaving him in his white button up and trousers. You sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the other side to indicate that he should lay down there. “Lay on your side,” you instructed him further. He laid on his side and curled up against him. He let his arm wrap around you securely. You could feel him let out a deep breath as his body relaxed against yours. “We should do this more often,” James softly said.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

You placed a kiss on James cheek before wrapping a blanket around you both. You snuggled back against James and could feel his head resting on top of yours.


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The Separation by Jon Bellion - Starter Meme

sentence starters from Jon Bellion’s mixtape, The Separation, feel free to change pronounce/sentence structure if needed!

Eyes to the Sky
❝ are you living right? ❞
❝ such stupid questions ❞
❝ i’m trying to live ❞
❝ i’m trying to rise above the shit ❞
❝ i keep my eyes to the sky ❞
❝ all i wanna say is i just want to be happy ❞
❝ i’ve been working my ass off ❞
❝ that’s why [name] left me ❞
❝ my family never liked you ❞
❝ i guess that it’s alright ❞
❝ you’re gonna be okay kid ❞

Jim Morrison
❝ this young boy is a problem ❞
❝ you should call it in ❞
❝ the teachers said i’m nothing ❞
❝ kanye gave me college ❞
❝ i am feeling legendary ❞
❝ i’m just blessed to be eating ❞

Halloween
❝ i need an excuse to call a couple buddies ❞
❝ we’ll kill tonight, no suspects ❞
❝ treat every night like it’s halloween ❞

2 Rocking Chairs  
❝ i built them with my own two hands ❞
❝ they’re over there, two rocking chairs ❞
❝ leaves fall, rain dries, snow melts ❞
❝ fame dies ❞
❝ grow old with me ❞
❝ i still call you young ❞
❝ when the day comes where we can’t walk no more, we’ll have two seats on my front porch ❞
❝ no watch, no time, just life in your eyes ❞

Ungrateful Eyes  
❝ i made a hundred grand this year ❞
❝ still lost, still feeling anxious ❞
❝ i still worry about the same shit ❞❝ i still feel depressed  ❞
❝ i’m trying to find a way in ❞
❝ i’m trying to figure this out but god damn i’m so human ❞
❝ i turned to my sister and smiled and asked this question: ❞
❝ all we wanna know is where the stars came from but do we ever stop to watch them shine? ❞
,❝ are we staring with ungrateful eyes? ❞

One More Time  
❝ your father said he would break my legs if i ever came around again ❞
❝ i don’t mind risking the wheelchair if we can get another round in ❞
❝ you told him you would stay away, but here you are ❞
❝ i hear you say one more time ❞
❝ one more time ❞
❝ it’s like we’re stuck in an 80s movie ❞
❝ you got ninety missed calls, a hundred texts ❞
❝ screw your pops let’s get some ihop ❞

To My Future Wife…  
❝ walk towards love ❞
❝ this money’s gonna come and this money’s gonna go ❞
❝ everything could fall down, everything would go, but it’s all fine ❞
❝ they say love’s a winding road ❞
❝ i know you’re an angel ❞
❝ if they call you back in a short time and leave me in this life, i’ll follow close behind ❞

When The Lions Come  
❝ will you lose your soul? ❞
❝ will you lose your pride? ❞
❝ they tried to stop me ❞
❝ i’m gonna be crowned new king of the jungle ❞
❝ i made it out all on my own ❞
❝ should have been another statistic, but i said fuck it i’ll risk it ❞
❝ i looked death right in the face and i kissed it ❞
❝ nobody’s gonna stop me now ❞
❝ i’m never cocky, i’m just honest ❞
❝ everyone wants to wonder what it feels like ❞
❝ if i couldn’t do this then i’d be dead ❞
❝ i’m at the top of the food chain ❞ 

New York Soul
❝ everyone is proud, we miss you ❞
❝ i see my mother on skype ❞
❝ i hear my sisters through postcards they write ❞
❝ i watch my niece grow through instagram ❞
❝ around the world my body will roam ❞
❝ my soul’s in [place] ❞
❝ we’re thinking of you ❞
❝ god damn, we wish you were here  ❞

Superman, The Gift And The Curse  
❝ i decided to put my cape on the floor ❞
❝ superman won’t save you no more ❞
❝ how do you plan to stop me? ❞
❝ you’re too much of a genius ❞
❝ you’re going to be too famous ❞
❝ she literally left me ❞
❝ tell me that shit isn’t a gift and a curse ❞

Kingdom Come  
❝ i came up with my people and they love what i’ve become ❞
❝ our enemies retreat ❞
❝ watch them run ❞
❝ let the future fall in place while we are young ❞
❝ i say to my queen we’ve just begun ❞
❝ demons seem so small, they’re the same one’s that i’ve fought in all my nightmares and conquered in my dreams ❞
❝ i begin to realize the only enemy is me ❞
❝ i heard melodies from angels ❞
❝ i’m the one ❞
❝ my hero’s asking me where i’m from ❞
❝ living prophecy is me ❞

A Rose by Any Other Name

Request: Hi! Can I request an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where she’s an extraverted artistic popular girl (she writes poetry) with dyed hair who’s friends with Peter and has a crush on him but he’s completely oblivious to it and they act like a couple already but it’s just bc they connect together so well and soon she can’t help herself but say “dude I have huge crush on u how can u be so bLIND” or something like that. I love this blog so much it’s such a blessing 😭😭😭 

@thewarblerette

Peter walked into the classroom with  a couple of his friends. He was talking animatedly to them about something you couldn’t hear, but he was so cute and excited that it didn’t even matter. His face was alight with passion, and you imagined he was talking about rebuilding his computer, something he’d been planning to do since midterms were over and he was a bit ahead in his school work.

“Are you just gonna stare at him?” your friend Liz questioned.  

“What?” You hadn’t really comprehended her words. Her voice startled you out of your reverie and she laughed at your bewildered expression.

“You should write him a poem. Something like Peter, dear sweet Peter how your eyes remind me of candles in the window of the home of my heart.”

“That’s ridiculous. Wouldn’t even be a good line,” you laughed.

“Is she pining over Parker again?” your other friend, Betty asked as she sat down in the desk next to you.

“Yes,” Liz laughed.

“I am not, pining,” you protested.

“Good, you don’t have to pine, he’d be lucky to have you. A nerd like him dating one of the most popular girls at school,” Betty quipped.

You frowned at that, sure you were popular, but not because you particularly wanted to be. You were a people person, a talker, people were attracted to that kind of personality, “He’s not just some nerd,” you rebuked, “he’s a good person.”

“A rose by any other name,” Liz went on teasing.

“The captain of the football team wants to go out with you and you’re pining over Peter Parker. Excuse me for being a little confused about your priorities,” Betty scoffed.

“We are young, Betty. We are young and infinite and the titles we press to our chest mean nothing to the universe. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet, and a good person under any other title will still be good.”

“Ugh, can’t you save it for the poetry club?” Betty groaned.

“I thought it was beautiful,” Liz bumped her shoulder into yours, “You’re just mad because you can’t land the football captain.”

“Yes!! And she’s throwing away the opportunity for Peter frikin Parker!” Betty exclaimed. You clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Betty! Shush. Jeez, I’ll put in a good word for you.” you promised.

“Go talk to him before class starts,” Liz urged hitting you with her shoulder again, as if to give you a physical push toward him. You took her advice and went over to Peter. You sat on  the table where he and his friends were as you walked over they looked up and greeted you happily.

“I was just talking about my computer,” Peter filled you in.

“I figured you were. You know I’m lost when it comes to your cool tech stuff,” you smirked.

“It’s not so hard, it’s like putting together a jigsaw puzzle, all  you need is to see the whole picture.”

“Hey, metaphors are my thing Parker,” you teased poking him in the shoulder.

“It’s why I use them, it’s the only way you understand my techno babble. By the way, I heard you got a poem published in the paper, congrats.”

“Oh please, it’s just the paper, who even reads those anymore?”

“Fancy publishers. This could be your big break.”

“If it is, I’ll have you take the picture for the cover of my first book,” you laughed.

Liz and Betty watched the two of you from their place in the back of the class. Well, Liz watched, Betty was complaining about something or another.

“I think they’re cute together. I mean half the school already thinks they’re a couple,” Liz murmured.

“It’s social suicide,” Betty responded.

“Oh come on, Peter’s sweet, and just look at them, look how happy she is.”

You were laughing at something Manuel, one of Peter’s friends had said, leaning on Peter for support so you wouldn’t topple off the table with how hard you were laughing. Liz smiled at that; you and Liz were close, closer than either of you were to Betty. In retrospect, she wasn’t really sure how Betty became a part of your little group. She often wondered how to get rid of her. The bell signaling the beginning of class rang and you hurried back to your seat with a giddy smile on your face.

“Peter says he’s going to homecoming this year,” you grinned.

“Yeah? Does he have a date already?” Liz  asked.

“He and his friends are going as a group.”

“Maybe you can ask him to homecoming.”

“I don’t want to ruin their group thing. I’ll see them there though.”

Class started and there was little talk between any of you as the lesson went on. A class ended you got held up talking to Liz and while you were trying to catch up to Peter, the captain of the football team, Eric, stopped you in the hall. Liz stood beside you and rolled her eyes as he and his buddies walked up.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Hey, Eric, what’s up?” you asked with a friendly smile. He smiled back and glanced at one of his friends over his shoulder as if he was sealing some kind of deal.

“I heard you don’t have a date to homecoming. How about you and I got together?”

“… No thanks. I’ve got plans to go with friends… You should ask Betty though. I know she’s still looking for a date.”

“Psh your loss, babe,” he shrugged, walking past you as he and his friends laughed. You rolled your eyes and gave Liz an exasperated glance. She laughed a little at your expression. As you started off towards Peter’s locker your really Peter was in fact right there, staring holes into the back of Eric’s head.

“Peter, hey!” you called braving through the lanes of walking high schoolers to get to him. He looked at you and mustered up a smile but it seemed off,  forced, “I wanted to walk with you to English… is everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, come on.”

You waved to Liz as she went in the opposite direction towards her own class. Peter was uncharacteristically quiet that block, but by the time lunch rolled around he seemed like himself again. The lunch room was buzzing, as homecoming was next week and everyone was excited for the football game and the dance. You were excited too. Today you sat next to Michelle. She was going to wear a tux to Homecoming.

“I’ve got to outdo the boys every way I can,” she smiled giving the boys a smug smirk.

“Do you have pictures?” you asked excitedly.

“Yes I do,” she pulled out her phone and the two of you talked about her suit.

“What about you, Y/N?” Peter asked.

“She’s probably color coordinating with someone. Didn’t Eric ask you to homecoming?” Manuel asked.

“He did, but I’m not going with him. I’ll probably just go alone, but I do have a dress picked out, but you guys can’t see it until the day of. Michelle however, can see it now,” you grinned showing her your phone.

“Oh, wow,” her face went blank with awe and shock.

“It’s good right?”

“Beautiful. Jesus.” she  nodded.

Peter was quiet again, and he was for the rest of the lunch period.

Homecoming rolled around and you were putting the finishing touches  on your hair and make up. Your mother was a great helping hand and she took enough pictures to fill a book. Betty and Liz had dates but you were still riding with them to the dance. Your mom had you all get together and take pictures in the living room before letting you guys leave. The homecoming theme this year was old Hollywood, so you entered the gym on a red carpet. It bothered a little that your friends were all arm and arm with their dates walking and you were alone. But before you had a chance to get down in the dumps about it, Liz wrapped an arm around your waist and smiled at you. Suddenly her date was more of a third wheel then you are.

“You look amazing. You’ll knock Parker’s socks right off.” she grinned at you.  

Peter stood in a far off corner talking with his friends, and critiquing the choice of music, when Michelle let out a low whistle.

“Y/N just walked in, Parker.” despite the fact that Michelle’s words were meant for Peter, everyone turned to look at you, and everyone’s jaw dropped. You walked in with a radiant smile in a dress made to fit you and only you. They couldn’t even imagine anyone else wearing it. Peter felt sorry for everyone else in the room, including himself, how the hell were they supposed to share a room with this much beauty. He quickly pushed those feelings down, you were a popular kid. You were supposed date big football guys, not nerds like himself. That thought vanished when you made eye contact with him and your smile grew impossibly brighter. The feelings he tried to push down came right back up to drown him as you came his way. However as you were on your way Eric stopped you. You looked up at him with a smile and talked for a little while.

“Ugh, I wish that fuckboy would leave Y/N alone, she’s too good for him,” Michelle complained. Peter turned around, not wanting to watch Y/N get whisked away by some guy he could never be.

You waited impatiently for Eric to stop talking to you. He was retelling his victory in the homecoming a game. A game that you had seen, and therefore didn’t need the play by play of the winning throw.

“That’s great, Eric, I’ve got some friends I want to-” you tried to get past him but he caught you by the waist, you pushed his hand off of you, “Didn’t you come here with Betty? Why don’t you go find her?” your voice was hard no nonsense.

“Ew, he’s still trying,” Michelle was still complaining.

“Michelle, if she wants to date Eric,” Peter began but his voice recoiled at Eric’s name in disgust, “then that’s none of our business. She doesn’t belong to us.”

“Oh bull, you guys are practically married,” Michelle argued, “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”

“Well she’s not mine so…” Peter shrugged.

“Come on man,” Manuel groaned, “you’re the best of all of us. You have to do it for us. We can let her get sucked into the black hole that is Eric.”

“Oh oh, she’s coming this way,” Michelle warned. You walked up to them a bright smile back on your face.

“Look at you guys! You clean up well,” you complimented, “And Michelle, you are killing that tux. Fuck. It. Up. Sis.”

“Thank you, thank you,” Michelle gave a bow, “but nevermind me, look at you. Doesn’t she look great, Peter?”

“Yeah,” he answered dejectedly.

“Peter you look really good too, second only to Michelle in her suit.” you teased, despite the stinging blow his disinterest was.

“Thanks.” he responded half heartedly.

“We’re gonna get some punch,” Michelle announced taking Manuel with her. You and Peter watched them go, and you realized they were giving you time alone.

“Peter did I do something wrong?” you asked curiously.

“No, no, but you should probably get back to Eric, he’ll wonder where you are,” he grumbled.

“What?”

“I see how he looks at you. It’s fine, I’m not gonna take offense to it. I know how the social hierarchy works.”

“You are so blind… Jesus, I’m not gonna date Eric, he can look at me anyway he’d  like and my answer would be still be no.”

“Why, is there someone else?” he was looking down at his feet now.

“Yes, there is, and he’s unbelievably cute and petty as hell.”

“Well get to him then,” he was pouting now.

“Oh my god!! You idiot, it’s you. I like you!” you groaned. His head snapped up to look at you.

“What?”

“You couldn’t tell. Why else does a girl interested in nothing but art and poetry take an interest in building computers. It’s you Peter. It’s always been you.”

“You like me?” he was dumbfounded, it never occurred to him that you could like him back.

“Yes, you genius idiot.”

“I…I like you too. A lot, a lot and you look so gorgeous tonight and-”

You cut him off with a hug, laughing at your predicament, “Dance with me before I change my mind about you.”

He looked at you like you were the eighth world wonder and nodded because he couldn’t find his voice to answer. As you took to the dance floor you noticed Liz throwing you a thumbs up. At the same time Peter noticed Michelle and Manuel grinning at them. You both looked away from your  friends and made eye contact.

“I can’t believe you made me spell it out for you,” you laughed.

“Well it’s hard to believe that the prettiest girl in school would fall for a nerd like me.”

“A rose by any other name,” you smiled and kissed his nose, making him blush.

DATING LUKE WOULD INCLUDE

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DATING LUKE WOULD INCLUDE:

  • “Lukeyyyyy”
  • Bopping his nose because jxuwhxuwjudjw
  • “Stop putting everything on the highest shelf!”
  • Cuddling on the sofa with Petunia
  • Singing you to sleep
  • Lots of cuddles in generale
  • Lame pick up lines
  • Milk shake dates
  • Spooning
  • Hugs from behind with his chin on your shoulder
  • Laughing through kissing
  • Lazy sex before going to work
  • Liz loving you
  • “Babeeeee, Michael is rude to me”
  • “You know I love you, right?”
  • “Am I hurting you?”
  • Forehead kisses
  • Going to the gym together
  • “Ok, let’s jam together”
  • Showering/bathing together
  • Beach dates
  • Luke being shy around people (like your friends/relatives)
  • Lots of little surprises
  • Missing him so much while he is on tour and Luke always reminding you how much he loves you
  • Piggyback rides
  • Work out together
  • Him being very shy when you are around
  • Blushing a lot
  • “You’re lucky you’re cute”
  • “Shall we watch ‘The fault is i- What? That’s a lie. I won’t end up crying”
  • Luke crying at the end of the movie
  • “This song is for my lovely dwarf back home. I love you googly bear”



Originally posted by http-erikaxo