this line just never gets old

since “poe dameron has slept with every member of the resistance” is a nasty headcanon that people can’t seem to let go, here are some better poe dameron headcanons instead:

  • he has a unique secret handshake with every member of his squadron
  • went through a hat phase as a child
  • despite being the most incredible pilot while flying, he can be a total clutz on the ground sometimes
  • when he drinks, turns into the type of intense drunk who goes up to everyone in the nearby vicinity, puts his hands on both sides of their face while bringing his face super close to theirs, and looks deep into their eyes as he says how much he values and cherishes them
  • is a constant snacker. He has secret stashes of indulgent high-calorie treats in his bunk, and his cockpit is constantly littered with snack wrappers
  • makes a point to learn the name of every single worker on the resistance base, down to the janitors and line cooks, and addresses them by their first name and a friendly hello every time. 
  • is just a terrible liar. Especially when it comes to General Organa
  • resident Meme King of the resistance base
  • despite learning military habits from a young age, has never been able to hold a regular sleep schedule. He rarely gets enough sleep, but when he does, he is NOT a morning person. After completing missions, will crash into a deep sleep in his bunk and once slept for a full uninterrupted 48 hours
  • is the only person who can make leia laugh when she’s in a bad mood
  • has inherited the age-old strike fighter bias against bomber ships (probably from his mother tbh) and can rant for hours about how u-wings are clunky and inferior to x-wings
  • has memorized the name, call sign, planet of origin, and a brief bio for every x-wing pilot who flew in the rebellion against the empire

finally this monster is finished. i spent several days just trying to get the line art finished not because it was hard, but i was just being so painfully sluggish. and it took another couple days and lots of flopping between my old and decrepit version of photoshop, and then sai, to get the lighting tweaks correct.

there’s still some stuff i’m not perfectly satisfied with, but given that i NEVER do environments or mood lighting, i’m happy. so please enjoy this contribution of mine to the ship of our hearts TTwTT9

Destiel, Bi!Dean and preparing the audience for a “shocker”.

I just did a re-watch of 12x10 and it really got me thinking again about Benjamin and Cas’s talk in the car with the boys about Benjamin and his female vessel.

At the time the episode aired, I think I was so excited about the prospect of Cas being in a female vessel, and how this could potentially shift a heteronormative audiences perception of Dean and Cas that I didn’t realise just what else they were trying to do.

This is about reassurance.

This is the conversation that was had in the car:

CAS: Benjamin is always very careful. Long ago, he found a powerfully devout vessel in Madrid, and her faith, it… she gave him everything – her trust and her body.

DEAN: Wait. So Benjamin’s a woman?

CAS: Benjamin is an angel. His vessel is a woman. But it – it’s – it’s more than that. She’s not just his vessel.

Just this small exchange is important as exposition for the audience. It is about preparing the audience for what is coming up. The idea that Cas was also once ‘a woman’. Which, okay, no he wasn’t a woman, he just had a female vessel, but imagine how that would have gone down had this exchange not taken place? Imagine how a general audience would have reacted to Cas and his female vessel had Benjamin just been another angel in a male vessel?

Probably a lot like the way Dean acted here, with confusion.

By giving us the Benjamin character and this particular scene as well, the writer has successfully prepared the audience for Cas in his female vessel. Preventing raised eyebrows and confusion because the audience will remember this conversation and apply it to Cas.

“Castiel is an angel, his vessel WAS a woman. His vessel is now a man, Cas is still a dude and it’s not weird. Cool beans.”

(when I think of a general audience watching SPN lets just say that I certainly don’t think of the fandom or tumblr. I think of my brother and that is something I won’t get into here. Heteronormative doesn’t even begin to cover it.)

The fact is, making one of your three main lead male characters a woman for an episode is a weird thing to do, the kind of thing that would probably make some audience members uncomfortable. So adding in this exposition, this reassurance, removes that level of discomfort, it gets them used to the idea first, like a buffer.

See for a show like SPN, whilst its always been a bit weird with its story lines, it’s never been all that progressive. As much as we would all like to wish that all SPN viewers were like us – liberal forward thinking people who are willing and eager for TV to break a few taboos – the chances are that is very much not the case. Its an old show, it has an established audience (apparently a bipartisan audience amazingly) and therefore breaking boundaries the way more modern shows have (such as American Gods, How to Get Away with Murder and Orange is the New Black) just isn’t really in the cards. Those shows established the taboo stories, the queer main characters, the representation, from the start. They built their audience on those foundations. SPN can’t do that without isolating part of its audience – unless it thinks very carefully as to how it may present such notions.

I hope I am explaining this in a way that makes sense. See this is of course about Bi!Dean and Destiel (as if anything on my blog WASN’T about those topics). Because here’s the thing. On any other, newer show, for Dean to come out as bisexual, for two male lead characters to enter into a homosexual relationship, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Those shows could build their audience around those concepts, because they would be ingrained into the show from the start.

For Supernatural, that sadly isn’t the case. SPN didn’t clearly establish Dean as Bisexual early on, and Destiel isn’t canon, it has always been the subject to interpretation with just enough ‘no homo’ so that anyone who chooses not to see it doesn’t have to (again, excluding 12x19 but we’ll get there)

One of the biggest hurdles to getting bi!dean and canon destiel, is for the SPN creators to overcome this fear that half their audience would reject them if they actually went there. It would be seen as coming ‘out of the blue’ and all those heteronormative people would raise their eyebrows and moan and be utterly confused by it.

That’s why Supernatural needs the buffers. It needs the gradual exposition, the subtle desensitisation of a general audience to anything even mildly “progressive”. If Supernatural wasn’t putting these buffers in place already, I would think we would have a problem. I would be much more apprehensive at even the idea that destiel could be a thing that is actually happening.

What is so fantastic, is that just like in 12x10 with the fem!Cas buffer that was Benjamin, we have already been getting buffers all throughout the last few seasons.

Here are some of my favourites:

  • Jesse x Cesar – 11x19 – These guys are my absolute favourite, they were created specifically to show the audience that you can be a gay man and also a macho man. That gay men aren’t stereotypes, that hunters can be gay and settle down and especially that gay romance doesn’t change the theme of the story. The big take away from this episode is that it shows the general audience that men like Dean Winchester can be gay/bisexual.
  • Hannah – 10x17 – This was a real eye opener for any Cas x Hannah shippers. Because Cas didn’t treat Hannah any different, and he had exactly the same warmth and affection for Hannah in her male vessel that he did in her female vessel. Basically this was a nice punch in the face for any homophobes watching. SPN doesn’t care about your heteronormative ships. You wanna ship Hannah x Cas? Fine! But Hannah’s in a dudes body now and guess what? Cas doesn’t care! How do you feel about THAT?
  • God is Bisexual – 11x20 – This was just a nice big fuck you to homophobes everywhere. Don’t like queer characters? This is NOT the show for you! Because in our world even GOD is queer! Yay for LGBT representation! It works as a buffer because once again it is sending a message to the general audience that this is the kind of thing you can expect on our show. We are changed now.
  • Dean rides Larry – 12x11 – Okay so maybe it’s not an obvious buffer, but it is kind of a subliminal message so I’m counting it. Dean riding that damn bull was the most sexual scene we have had on this show in seasons (and no that god awful thing that happened in 12x02 doesn’t count – nor does the same god awful thing from 12x08). The jokes alone, the sexual innuendos. This entire episode is loaded with subliminal messages basically screaming at the general audience to maybe just consider the fact that Dean likes guys.
  • 12x06/12x20 – Max Banes – like Jesse and Cesar Max works as a buffer because he is another way to get the general audience used to the idea that characters that are similar to Dean Winchester can be queer and it’s no big deal. Max is badass, funny, smart and charming and also 100% canonically queer (whether gay or bi we know textually that he is totally into dudes). Sam and Dean don’t bat an eyelid at his sexuality, so neither should the audience. It is just one part of his character and certainly not what his story is all about. Max is proof that you can have a queer character who is a badass and a hunter whose story is basically nothing to do with their sexuality. Their sexuality just happens to be a part of who they are.
  • And finally – Destiel – season 12 – I’m making this its own buffer because honestly? There is no way to view Dean and Cas’s relationship as non-romantic at this point. I think that the writers have slowly been turning up the dial on Destiel probably since 11x18. 12x19 really drummed it in for us though. The angel/human love themes of 12x10, the textual “I love you” in 12x12, the MIXTAPE and everything else about 12x19. This is all preparation. It is indeed a build up to a reveal. Destiel is it’s own buffer and even if people do still accuse it of ‘coming out of nowhere’ once it goes canon, all the writers have to do is gesture at season 12 and the fucking mixtape scene and say to those people “in what universe does the gifting of a mixtape between people who are not explicitly related NOT have romantic connotations?” Only a fool would argue with that if they had any knowledge of pop culture history. Sorry, but that’s the truth.

Anyway, that’s my thoughts on that. A show with a long established audience about to make a move that could potentially appear (but not really) out of left field would need to build up that move through a series of well thought out buffers, symbols, themes and subliminal messages before actually making it.

Like how Benjamin was the writers way of normalising Cas’s female vessel, the past two seasons have been a journey to normalise bi!dean and destiel in preparation for making both of these things explicitly canon. Yes we still have a way to go - it still needs to be stated explicitly in the text that Dean is into guys, in love with Cas bla bla bla, but we are getting there.

In summary. Destiel is endgame. Dean is bisexual. The general audience better learn to throw their heteronormative goggles in the bin because this is the state of this show right now, and it is good. 

High school!Voltron head canons because I have no self control


  • Super athletic. He does at least one sport a season, soccer in the fall, swimming in the winter, lacrosse and baseball in the spring.
    • Don’t ask how he does it because nobody knows
  • The person everyone asks to proof read their essays before they turn them in. He just…has a way with words.
  • Never has pencils.
    • Even when he goes out and buys a brand new box…he just loses them so easily.
  • He always loves the books they read in English, and like, he actually reads them.
  • The kid who just does not get math no matter how hard he tries.
    • Shiro becomes his tutor and things actually start to make sense.
  • He’s best friends with almost all of his teachers.
    • They really just love his banter.
    • There’s two teachers who absolutely loath him though bc they’re old fashioned and he never stops talking.
  • “Hunk, how long could I survive if I just dropped out of high school? I could get a job at McDonald’s, it would be fine,”
  • Convinces everyone to go to the school musicals/plays in the name of supporting Allura.
    • In reality he just doesn’t want to go by himself.
    • It becomes a tradition bc the squad all lowkey love plays and musicals.
  • Took French so he could be trilingual

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Murder at Stark Manor Pt 2. Peter Parker x Reader

Part 2  Part 1

Plot: Peter and the gang are invited to a live action role play of Clue, to find out who “killed” Tony Stark.  The reader wants to confess her feelings for Peter but knows about his crush on Liz.

Warnings: just a makeout session 

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Peter Parker x Reader 

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“She’s always with Michelle, I’m her fiance! She should be spending time with me,” Peter pouted as she grabbed him. As they walked down the large corridor, lined with old French style portraits Y/N began to think about the time line of the murder, ignoring Peter’s complaining about Liz.

“She’ll never notice me, I was lucky to get that character description,” Peter whined as he touched one of the paintings frames, feeling the bumps and ridged texture. Once he noticed that he wasn’t getting a response, he looked behind him and noticed Y/N standing in front of a large window looking out at the large green yard that was taken over by darkness, yet was illuminated by the numerous fireflies. “Y/N? Are you listening?” he asked, raising his voice ever so slightly. She didn’t budge.

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Rocket- Tom Holland x Reader Imagine

Y/N- Your name
Y/L/N- Your last name

Warnings: I don’t know if this qualifies as like soft smut or not but maybe a lil. Sexual themes? Idfk.

After an intensive day of filming on the sequel to Spider-Man: Homecoming, it was agreed amongst the cast that you all deserved a nice dinner out. While Jacob and Tom were finishing up a scene Tony, Laura, Zendaya and yourself were kicking back in Toms trailer as it was the biggest. ‘Biggest trailer for the biggest ego’ Zendaya would always joke.

And she wasn’t joking, about the size of the trailer. It was like a small apartment. As you entered there was a modular lounge to the left, a fully stocked kitchen to the right. In the bathroom there was a shower and a bath with jetts. There was a double bed in a compact bedroom at the back. Seeing as it was the most accomodating of everyone’s trailers everyone would usually hang out in there.

‘This scene is taking a long time hey?’ Zendaya questioned.

Sitting on one of the bean bags, you turned around to face Zendaya, Laura and Tony who were sitting on the lounge.

‘Yeah it’s 6:55 now. I made the reservation at Downtown for 7.’ you replied.

‘They better get a damn move on I’m hungry man.’ Tony complained.

On Tony’s last word, the trailer door flew open and Tom rushed in followed by Jacob. Tom immediately started removing his last costume- a simple blue sweatshirt and a pair of black jeans- regardless of the fact that everyone was watching.

‘We’re sorry, they had trouble with the wires so we had to wait till they could get new ones in. How long do we have to get to the restaurant?’ Tom inquired.

‘About 30 seconds’ Laura stated, slightly disappointed.

‘Shit, sorry guys. Would they hold the reservation if we were 20 minutes late?’ Jacob asked.

'I don’t know, Y/N made the booking. Would they hold it Y/N?’ Zendaya asked you. You barely heard or noticed any of this exchange as your eyes were focused on Tom the whole time. The cast had become close over the time they had known each other so it wasn’t abnormal to catch each other changing every now and then. That didn’t stop you getting overly distracted by the fact that Tom was standing directly in front of in nothing but his red plaid boxers and black socks. You sneaked a geez up and down his torso, disgustingly toned and defined as it was. Daydreaming about how his the soft skin of his chest would feel against your fingertips you didn’t realise that everyone was waiting from an answer from you.

Laura however had noticed exactly what was holding your gaze ever so perfectly. Nudging you gently in the shoulder. 'Y/N? The reservation?’

You had been flung back into reality much to your dismay. 'What about it?’

Laura gave you an eye as if to say 'I know what you were up to.’

'Would they hold it if we were a bit late?’ Tony asked, now frustrated from hunger.

'Uh no. They’re really strict with reservation times.’ you confirmed.

Now clothed in a pair of blue jeans, a tight black t shirt that complimented his arms tremendously, and his old brown boots, Tom chimed in.

'Y/N darling I’m really sorry. I know you went to a lot of effort to get that booking.’


You and Tom became quite close during filming. Both fresh to the industry you and Tom bonded over the new experiences and exposure you were both getting. Coffee dates to run through lines was a common thing for you to do together, by you were careful to never call them dates in front of him. You didn’t want him to know you wanted him as more than just a friend.

Admittedly you had often thought about what it would be like to straddle his lap. To pull his shirt off over his head feeling every muscle it grazed against. Inhale the scent of him you found so much comfort in. However, both of you being up and coming actors, it wasn’t a good to get involved with each other. The media could tear down relationships and quickly.


'Did you guys just want to come to mine? I’ve got the barbecue, there’s beer. We can have a cook up?’ Tom suggested.

Happy that plans had been redeemed although slightly changed, everyone agreed and made there way to the parking lot.

'Who’s going in who’s car?’ Zendaya questioned.

Laura stepped in quickly. 'Jacob and Tony and I can come with you? Yeah? And uh, Y/N can go with Tom?’ Laura looked at you with a sly smirk on her face.

'Sounds good to me’ Tom said happily.

“Aight. Meet you guys there.’ Zendaya said as everyone hopped into the two cars.

As the other car sped off, Tom began to follow. The air conditioning in the car was blasting which made you shiver slightly.

'Are you cold?’ Tom asked you.

'Just a little.’

'Sorry love’. He turned the air conditioning off.

'You could have left it on. I don’t mind.’

'Can’t have my girl getting a cold can we.’

My girl? What the fuck? Did this little bitch just called you my girl.? You assumed you were having a delightful dream so you remained silent looking out the window.

'Uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean my girl as you’re MINE yanno, to own or anything’ Tom began awkwardly. 'Because you’re not an object. I just meant as like my friend. Cos we’re uh just friends. And you’re a girl’.

'Tom it’s okay.’ you forced a laugh to lighten the mood, slightly disappointed by the mention of the 'F’ word.

'Did you wanna put your music on?’

'Yeah sure.’ You grabbed your phone out of your purse and plugged in the AUX cord. Going through your music you hastily put your general playlist on shuffle.

“Let me sit this ass on you

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me?”

Suddenly the tension in the air, turned to sexual tension. You heard Tom clear his throat and start focusing even more on where his hands should be sitting on the steering wheel. You however were having an existential crisis. You could leave the innuendo ridden song on and live through it, or skip it but have him know that you it made you feel awkward and nervous. What to fuckin do?

“That’s mass appeal

Don’t take your eyes

Don’t take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like you can touch it, baby

Do you, do you wanna touch it, baby?”

After what seemed like a million years later you pulled into the driveway of Tom’s Atlanta house. Taking the AUX cord out of your phone, you rushed out of the car, and down the side of the house out to the back patio you had been to so many times before. Tom walking behind you, you pulled up a garden chair to sit with everyone else who had already helped themselves to Tom’s fridge clearly.

'I see you guys found the beer perfectly well then’ Tom said dropping his keys on the outdoor table.

'We did man, so grateful. Truly.’ Jacob complimented jokingly.

'Uh huh, sure bud.’

Tony and Laura came out through the screen door with sausages and buns in hand.

'Let’s get this shit going!’ Tony cheered, throwing the sausages onto the flaming barbecue.

'Yes Ton! Music though, we need music.’ Zendaya added making her way to the speaker.

'Y/N has some decent music’ Tom said suggestively. He looked at you biting his lip slightly. You glared back at him. What was he getting at?

'Did you wanna put yours on Y/N?’ Zendaya asked you.

'Uh yeah, here you go.’ You passed her your phone.

Scrolling through your playlist Zendaya was pleased with what she saw. Starting out with a random RnB song, you had a sip of your beer, relaxing as best you could.


Hours passed, the party had moved inside after it started raining and an excess of alcohol was consumed. Jacob had gone home earlier because he had an interview early the next morning. You had ordered Tony an uber home after he managed to throw up in a pot plant. Tom was now sprawled out on his couch, back against the arm rest. Zendaya and Laura sat against the bottom of the couch in a conversation of their own.

You could handle a few drinks, so you were tipsy at the most. You sat at the opposite end of the couch that Tom sat at. Your legs stretched out, leaning carefully against the side of his hip.

'This has been a good night guys. It was no Downtown five class meal but it was a good night. I’m glad I got to spend it with you guys.’ you said cheerfully.

'It’s been dope. Laura and I were thinking, we should go to a club. It’s only 1 o'clock, the night is still young man.’ Zendaya chimed, turning to face you and Tom.

'Yeah let’s go! It’ll be good! Laura added.

'I think I’m just gonna go home soon. I’m kind of tired. ’ you replied.

'Yeah uh, I wanna get some sleep in, you guys go though. Have fun!’ Tom agreed.

'Alright then. Well our Uber’s pulling up now’ Zendaya informed.

'See you guys later, thanks for havin us Tom’ Laura yelled. 'Later you two!’ Zendaya added, with what you thought was a wink.

As the two girls closed the back door behind them Tom smiled at you. 'So it’s just us now then.’

'Looks like it baby boy.’ you replied, maybe a little drunker than you thought you were. You shifted so your feet sat on his upper thigh.

'What did you call me love?’ Tom asked you, amused.

'I called you baby boy. If I’m your girl, your my baby boy. My tommy boyyy.’ You were definitely smashed.

Tom sat up holding your legs on his knees. 'I’m your boy then am I?’ he had your eyes locked on his now and he wasn’t losing them any time soon. You could taste his breath on yours he was so close.

He unexpectedly started running his hand up the side of your leg, moving slower and slower as he got further up your thigh. His hair was in the curls you loved so much, and as he moved in further to meet your face you gained a little confidence, taking your hand through the curls just at the nape of his neck.

'This is good. I like this’ you said looking through your lashes into his deep brown eyes. Placing you only your back, Tom parted your legs, crawling through to place his head above yours. Resting his hand under the back of your neck to support you his lips connected with yours.

His lips slid down further, dragging steadily down your neck. Your hands had slid down out of his hair and to the hem of his shirt where they now crept around the plane of his back. You felt every muscle as they flexed with his movements.

Placing tender kisses along your collarbone and supporting your back Tom pulled you up onto his lap. You kissed his cheeks and his shoulders making his eyes rolls back.

You gained more and more confidence as he took his shirt over his head revealing his fascinating torso.

'Let me dance for you.’ you whispered in his ear. ’

'What are you talking about darling?’ he mumbled pulling back a little to look at you.

You crept up off his lap, sauntering over to the free space in the middle of the lounge room. You could stand up straight but admittedly you felt like you were gonna fall head first into the coffee table. You looked him in the eye and began to peel your shirt over you head as seductively as possible.

'Let me sit this ass on you

Show you how I feel

Let me take this off

Will you watch me?’

You sang as you winked at him. Tom’s smile grew wider and wider as he sat back to take all of you in. You walked slowly back over to him you lifted his chin with your finger, throwing a leg either side of his lap once again.

'That’s mass appeal

Don’t take your eyes

Don’t take your eyes off it

Watch it, babe

If you like you can touch it, baby’

You took his hands and placed them on your hips, giving him silent permission to roam your body.

'You keep surprising me everyday Y/N Y/L/N’.

'I’m glad I do’. You kissed him, biting his bottom lip. He moved his lips down to the top of your chest, and you pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go any time soon.

'Yeah so um, Laura forget her purse.’ you had from what sounded like Zendaya’s voice. Both you and Tom turned spun your heads towards the door to find both Laura and Zendaya.

'I did! I really did, and uh, I’m just gonna grab that quickly’ Laura said with a giggle picking her purse up off the coffee table.

Mortified was an understatement. You quickly threw yourself up from you former position hustling to find your shirt on the ground. Tom had grabbed a pillow covering his lower torso for reasons that were implied.

'We were just talking. We weren’t like DOING anything, um, that wasn’t what you probably think it was.’ you said defending yourself in the midst of the most unfortunate moment.

'Hey! What happened to me being your baby boy?’ Tom inquired with a smirk.

Zendaya and Laura both looked at you with raised eyebrows. You had been caught, in one of the most joyous moments of your life.

'Well uh, Z I think uh we should get going. You think?’ Laura said enthusiastically.

'Yeah. We’ll see you two tomorrow’ Zendaya grinned at you in praise.

As the two girls left Tom turned back to you, pulling you by your hand back towards him.

'Now where were we darling?’

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I am so aware that this is shit but I spent ages on it so whatever. Let me know if you enjoyed it 😘

anonymous asked:

Hi there ania~ It took me quite a lot of effort, but I'm at a point where I'm really content with the pace I'm improving at with my art. But I'm having a hard time figuring out how to make it look less plain and more whole? If that makes sense? I feel great about my work, but it feels like it's missing something. Is there any advice you could give about that? Thank you!

I’m so happy that you are happy with your improvement and art!!! It’s such a simple thing but is a very difficult stage to reach. I’m not sure if you are talking about final illustrations that you are doing or sketches (or just everything you do in art in general), but I’ll take sketchbook examples that can apply to all art.. I’m pretty sure.

1. Smooth line art never fails to make artwork look finished. The smoother your lines, the more ‘whole’ the artwork looks. Unless you’re painting or it is on purpose that it is not smooth. So it’s important that you practice your strokes (but it will get better over time automatically as you draw anything)!

2. Color! If you use your colors right it’ll look so much better. I drew this old man and colored him in orange highlights and colored in a blue background (the opposite color of orange!) so that he pops.

3. Decorative elements: use your imagination. Even the simplest decoration behind what your drawing will complete your art. In this case I drew a guy smoking and used the cloud shaped smoke as decor. (this art looks dirty because the graphite kept smudging. if you want to prevent this, use hairspray! it really works!)

4. Lets say you drew only a character called Lucy and you’re really proud of her, but it doesn’t look finished or enough for it to get to that ‘wow factor’. Don’t be afraid of adding elements around Lucy. Draw her at a scene, in a dream, draw her best friend next to her, draw her again but in a different pose, or even just color her in!


If you look at other people’s sketchbooks, you can see how their art looks complete too: (smart composition) ( use of lettering and color) (line art is important!) (dont be afraid of drawing big or using the whole page)

Tether: Arrow 5x16 Review (Checkmate)

I had two wishes for tonight’s episode.  First, that Oliver and Snoozan break up because, as you all know, I’m super done with her.  Second, that Prometheus not suck because, as you all know, I’ve been super unimpressed so far. @fanmommer​ can confirm these wishes.

Alright, so I didn’t get wish #1 (just a matter of time kids), but Oliver delivered fantastic Snoozan shade,  so I am satisfied. Wish #2 came true however.  The Big Bad does not suck. He’s awesome. 

That and a subtle, but meaningful Olicity scene means I am one happy camper.

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"We write notes to each other on the desk we share at different times and I never knew who I was talking to until I saw you stay behind after class to write on it and holy shit yoU’RE HOT" for zutara pls???

hi so sorry for taking so long with this prompt (it’s super cute by the way, thank you for sending it!!)


Zuko rolls his eyes at his notebook, though he continues to take down the notes. Some of the decisions the leaders of the past made were idiotic, but whatever. He’s got a final to study for, he can’t be bothered to mull over why dead men did what they did. He shifts his notebook to reach the edge of the page - and his eye is caught by the writing in the corner.

Graffiti on the desks has long been a popular tradition at this university, but Zuko has never bothered to pay attention to it. However, he’s intrigued by the blue ink etched into the desk. He moves his notebook aside to read it.

“May flowers grow in the saddest parts of you.”

He doesn’t know what compels him to grab his pen and press it into the wood under the phrase. Maybe it’s the gentleness of the words; it’s a terribly tender thing to wish a total stranger, but it speaks to that part of him, the part that’s been wounded and scarred. 

“May the sun light the darkest parts of you.”

Zuko stares at the words, etched into the wood with red ink, fresh and glistening. He suddenly feels stupid - he doesn’t even know who wrote that, what is he thinking? Scowling, he caps his pen and flips his notebook shut, stuffing it into his bag when the professor dismisses the class. He leaves the room and he doesn’t look back.


When he returns to the desk two days later, he finds a fresh message in blue ink under the one he’d left in red.

“May the moon cradle you in your loneliest hours.”

His heart stumbles in his chest. Zuko glances around the room surreptitiously, but he doesn’t find anyone else looking his way. So the poet isn’t in this class. 

Zuko looks back at the writing. He digs his phone out and takes a picture, feeling overcome with the need to preserve this conversation, to keep it on record somewhere, because this is the strangest and yet the most romantic and gentle conversation he’s ever had in his life. 

The tip of his pen touches the wood, but he hesitates. He’s never been good with words - that he came up with that first line at all is a mini miracle. But he doesn’t want this to end just yet. 

“May the stars provide you company on your restless nights.”

He stares at the words, and then he presses his hand to his face. What is he even doing? 

Though he supposes Uncle would be proud of him for venturing out on something so romantic and exciting.

Zuko flops back in his chair. He’s been spending too much time with the old man. 

Still, he peeks at the phrases again, wondering what he’ll get in response.


For Zuko, two weeks is a spectacular amount of time for something to be drawn out. He has little to no patience, and as fun as this game’s been, he can’t take the mystery anymore.

He needs to know before he explodes.

So he waits.

He waits through three periods, and just when he’s about to give up on discovering who this person is, he peeks through the door one more time.

His heart slams against his ribs.

There’s a girl sitting at his desk. She’s holding a distinctly blue pen in her hand, one she’s digging carefully into the surface of the desk - right below his last message. 

She lifts a hand to bat away the thick curtain of hair that’s fallen over her shoulder, and Zuko’s heart flings itself forward once more.

She is beautiful.

He takes in the rich, warm brown tones of her skin - flawless, not a mark or spot in sight. Her nose is pert and slender, her mouth is full and tilted upwards at the corners as she writes. And when she lifts her head, he learns that her eyes are the brightest shade of blue he has ever seen. 

For a moment, Zuko is breathless. And then his feet carry him forward, and he stops before the desk, standing awkwardly for several seconds.

“It’s you,” He finally blurts, and promptly turns a violent shade of red.

The girl lifts her head, eyes widening in shock, and then - and then an obvious happiness sweeps across her face.

She stands quickly and asks excitedly, “Are you my poet?”

He can only stare for a moment. No one has ever claimed him as theirs, especially in such a forward way. 

Zuko blinks himself back to life and nods. “Yeah, I guess so,” He answers, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“I’ve been wondering when I would get to meet you!” The excitement in her voice is contagious, and it begins to spread through him like sunlight. “My name is Katara.”

Katara. What a wonderful name.

Clearing his throat, Zuko offers his hand. “Zuko. I’ve - I’ve been thinking about you too.” And before he can really chicken out, he adds, “Um, can I take you to lunch? My Uncle owns a great little tea shop.”

Katara grins. “I would love that!” She crouches down and grabs her bag, then moves to stand beside Zuko. “I was planning on going to the Jasmine Dragon today, I know it’s really popular, but everything there is just so great.”

Zuko ducks his head, grinning at his feet. “Yeah, that’s my Uncle’s shop. I think I can get you in.”

Katara gasps, and Zuko leads her to the door, holding it open with a bigger grin. He glances back at the desk as she walks past him, feeling absurdly grateful for that rickety old piece of wood.


(the first quote is not mine, the rest are)

New interview in Sunday’s The Observer. Highlights:

On doing press: “Having just turned 40 I hope I’ve achieved some sort of wisdom or patience,” he says in his soft, evenly paced brogue. As a younger man he disliked watching himself on screen; he struggled with press duties and avoided TV chat shows until a few years ago. “I was very uncomfortable with this,” he continues with a gesture at my tape recorder and notepad. “The reductive nature nowadays of most journalism is very frustrating.” One newspaper report on the most recent series of Peaky Blinders focused on the baring of his bottom. “It is getting absurd with the dumbing down, the level of questions you get asked.”

On moving to Dublin and getting a puppy: Murphy moved away, making his home in London with his wife and children Malachy and Aran, now 11 and nine. After 14 years in the British capital, however, they have just relocated to Dublin… “You want to be with your parents as they get older and you want your children to be aware of their culture… Irish people are brilliant and you have to go away and come back to realise it.” Did his boys rebel when they were told they’d be leaving their schoolfriends behind? “We promised them a dog so that was just fine.” A black Labrador arrived, though, he says, “I am the only one that walks it, of course.” 

On Dunkirk: Though Nolan’s films are usually shrouded in secrecy, as Murphy points out: “Everybody knows what happened at Dunkirk, so it can’t deviate too much from the facts. It is not like Inception or Interstellar, there’s no major reveal.” He describes Nolan as an old-fashioned filmmaker. “And while all of his films have big budgets and involve a lot of setet pieces, they always feel like a little independent film for the actor because you only ever have one camera and Chris watches on a tiny little monitor. He is right there beside you.”

On Peaky Blinders: The show will run for two more seasons. “It is some of the best writing I have come across,” he says, “and I never expected to revisit a character like that over and over. It will be about 30 hours of television when we have finished and to shine a light into all these weird parts of the character’s psyche that you would never ever get in the compressed version of a feature film or even a play, that is an extraordinary gift. I am very lucky that it came along. I have always just been about the work.”

On his interests outside acting: “I have not been interested in anything else,” he says. “I know I am old-fashioned, but I don’t want to bring out a fashion line, I don’t want to bring out an album. I just want to do the work as best as I can and if that effects change for somebody, then that is great.” He smiles. “I don’t want to change the world.”

Club Soda and Whiskey

Characters:  Dean x reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean meets reader at a rock show.

Word Count:  3317

Warnings:  Language, sex, slightly angsty 

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Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Club Soda and Whiskey

Sipping your drink, you sit on the stool at the bar. As far as venues go, this one isn’t too bad. It smells of beer, but not in a funky, sweaty man and stale cigarette kind of way. It’s not smoky and the crowd seems cool. The band has played in far worse conditions. Like that time at that dive bar in LA. That was a night that you’d never forget. A biker gang had decided the middle of the set would be the perfect time for an all out brawl. One thing was for sure, there was never a dull moment to be had.

You fiddle with the slice of lime garnishing the rim of your glass while you watch the crowd. A tall, handsome man threads his way through the crowd. He’s rugged and sexy, broad shouldered. You notice by his gait that he’s bow-legged. He sidles up next to you at the bar and gives you a broad grin. Damn, he’s one good-looking son of a bitch. Probably a total douche, though. Most of the guys you meet in these clubs are.

Lifting a finger to the bartender, the man says smoothly, “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

You stifle a giggle as the bartender replies, “You want a club soda?”

The light catches his eyes as his lips turn up into a grin. They are a brilliant shade of green. He chuckles, “Scratch that. I’ll take a whiskey.”

The bartender nods and turns to pull a bottle off the glass shelf. Tall-and-handsome turns to you, extending his hand. “Hi there, I’m Dean.”

“Hey,” you respond, taking his hand and grasping firmly. Christ, he’s strong. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Have you seen this band before?” he asks casually.

“Yeah, I’ve been to all their shows.”

“Wow, that’s dedication! I’m just in town for a few days and thought I’d catch a show. I’d never heard of them until today.”

“Well, Dean, you are in for a treat,” you say, smiling up at him. Dean looks just past your shoulder and you turn to see the hulking form behind you. It’s Clint, head of security for the band. Clint is big and looks menacing, but he’s a teddy bear at heart. Clint leans and whispers in your ear and you nod in response.

“Sorry, Dean, that’s my cue. I have to get going”

“Wait…are you with the band?” Dean asks.

“Uh, yeah…I’m the tour manager,” you reply.

“Really? Awesome!”

You give him a wave and start to follow after Clint, before turning back to Dean. “Hey, what do you say to a backstage pass?”

“For real?” The expression on his face is like a kid in a candy store. “Man, I’d love that. But I’m here with my brother…”

“What’s his name?”


“Okay, when you find your brother, go talk to Clint. He’ll be to the left of the stage. Give him your names and he’ll bring you backstage.”

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Alright motherfuckers, I have officially met my most irritating customer. I should say, I’ve technically handled much worse situations at work than this one, but I was having a particularly bad day when good ol’ Judy from California came into the picture.

Judy from California was fine at first, we small talked a bit, mostly about the insane weather. I don’t know what Judy was doing in Minnesota during the Hell Month we call April, but I assume she was visiting grandchildren or something. Judy wanted a grande caramel frappucino, no whip, extra caramel. I asked if she wanted extra caramel syrup or drizzle and she said both. Easy enough, it’s an irritating order, especially since this happened at about ten in the morning, but its definitely not hard. My coworker comes back from break. I turn to start Judy’s drink. I start pumping frapp roast into the cup 

“Excuse me, are you putting coffee in that?!” Judy yells from across the counter, having not moved an inch despite my coworker’s insistence that her drink will be brought out over there, you know, at the hand off station. 

“yup, we make the caramel frappucino with coffee, but it’s no problem to make it creme based instead.”

“I don’t want coffee in it, I want a caramel frappucino.”

“I understand completely.” I didn’t, but I make the stupid drink without the frapp roast and use the creme base instead of the coffee base. Now, since this drink is just milk, ice, clear syrup, and more clear syrup, it comes out looking as white as the snow outside. I hand it to Judy. She looks alarmed.

“I thought I asked for no whipped cream? Why is it white?”

“There is no whipped cream in there, ma’am, the coffee is what gives the frappucino it’s brown color.”

Judy sputters for a bit, clearly under the impression that I have insulted her and fucked up her drink. “In California we make it differently. I’ve never seen the drink made before, but this is not how it looks.” 

I turn on my Minnesota Nice (it’s actually Minnesota Passive Aggressiveness but coast people apparently can’t tell the difference with us inscrutable midwesterners). “That’s the standard recipe, but if you don’t like it I’d be happy to make you another drink.”

Judy gives me a glare, says, “No I’ll drink it, that’s just not how we do things in California,” and walks away to her table. 

When she’s out of earshot, my coworker, whom I’ve never heard talk shit about anyone, goes “Yeah, well in California, it isn’t 70 degrees one day and snowing the next, so welcome to fucking Minnesota”

The Shadows Under the Window

This came from a little half-dream I had, when I’d started to wake up but was kind of dozing off again.  (Also I don’t know how formatting works for submissions so if you need to add a ‘keep reading’ somewhere feel free)

It happens to so many of us.

Perhaps you’re up late studying or putting the final touches on a paper; perhaps it’s the weekend, your friends are out of town and your roommate has already gone to bed, leaving you to your own thoughts.  Some nights the shadows collecting like dust in the corners of your dorm room beyond the pale glow of your laptop screen will seem to press a little closer, the branches swaying in the fog outside your window will sound a little more like fingernails on the glass.  For some, those are the nights you leave an extra cup of milk outside your door and double-check the clasp of your iron chain before you go to bed.    But for others, those are the nights you find yourself thinking: “I wonder…”

Don’t break the salt line in the doorway as you leave; leave a note for your roommate, just in case.

In the older history building, some of the first floor has been renovated, but the second floor never has.  The classrooms up there are always faintly musty and the blackboards never seem to get clean no matter how much you try and erase them.  The one in the far eastern corner of the building, the least used of any on that floor,  is crowded with too many of those old wooden chairs with the desks attached.  Classes held there sometimes find handprints on the blackboard in the mornings.  Whoever comes in first erases them and leaves a packet of butter or coffee creamer on their chair when they leave.  The main entrance is the only door to stay unlocked at night.  Make sure the salt packets are still in your pockets before you go inside; say a polite hello to the slender cat-shaped shadow sitting under the streetlight as you pass.

Bring a pen and paper with you, and an offering– depending on your request, you may need more than dining-hall butter or cream cheese packets.  A bottle of Bailey’s, heavy cream, even a pint of good vanilla ice cream could earn you a bit of extra favor.  

Move quietly once you’re inside; don’t let the front door slam behind you when you come in, don’t run up the stairs.  Take your time down the second-floor hallway.  Stay aware of your surroundings, but don’t look too closely into the shadows or the windows in the doors of the other rooms.  

Open the door of the eastern classroom slowly.  There will be a deep shadow in the farthest corner from the door, just under the windows where the light of the streetlamp doesn’t quite clear the sill.  Sit down in the light, on the floor near the corner.  Face into the shadows, but leave a few feet between you and them.  Be still.  Don’t turn around.  You may feel someone watching you, hear a creak like someone settling into a chair; don’t turn around.

The eyes-crawling-up-your-back feeling will fade if you sit and wait.  The door might open and click softly closed again behind you.  They will leave you be if you leave Them be.

If you wait long enough, she will come, should it please her to.  The corner will be empty.  You will blink, and she will be there.  Try not to jump.  

A small, slight figure, slender and pale. Round dark china-doll eyes will study you from the shadows as long cornsilk-blonde hair drapes around her head and shoulders.  Set your offering on the floor between you, and when she nods her approval write your question down and hold the paper out to her.  Don’t let your hand cross into the shadows.  You may feel, for just a moment as she takes it from you, a faint cool touch like fingertips across your wrist, though her child-sized hand does not leave the shadow under the window.  Keep your hands in your lap, out of reach, while she reads.

If you request a favor, remember the rules: be polite, choose your words carefully, gamble with nothing you can’t afford to lose.  If she accepts, she will look up at you and nod.  If she refuses, she will give you back the paper.  Bow politely where you sit before rising to leave.  

She may grant the occasional favor, but most come to her for questions.  The sort of questions with answers hinted at in whispers in dark dorm rooms and notes of caution left on study room desks, that make students who have Seen touch their iron and walk a little faster.  There are risks to asking too much, of course, and every answer has its price, but if you want to Know, she will tell you.  Her voice will sound like a whisper into a porcelain teapot, muted and echoing at the same time; her lips will never seem to move.

(You may notice, as she speaks, that you have yet to see her blink)

When she has answered your question, tell her you appreciate her time– keep your voice low– and that you will remember your agreement.  She will nod, and as you bow and rise to leave you will hear the hiss of tearing paper.  Don’t turn around; keep your pace even as you walk to the door.  As you open the door, you may glimpse from the corner of your eye the movement as she brings her hands to her mouth, or hear the sound of someone chewing as you step into the hall.  If you glance back into the room the reflected light from the window, moving as you close the door, may momentarily cast a shadow on the wall in the far back corner; a shadow seven feet high with deer-like branching horns and long hands with too many fingers.  Don’t stare; doesn’t matter what it looked like, you saw nothing.  Shut your eyes if you have to.  Close the door softly and walk out of the building the same way you came in.  Walk with purpose, but don’t rush; keep your wits about you, as always.

Should you glance back up at the window of the eastern classroom (don’t) you might see a white face in the window for just a moment, a small hand pressed against the glass.

Eyes forward.  Walk back to your dorm; be polite to the shadows but don’t linger.  Make sure the door latches behind you when you enter the building.  Watch the salt line by your door when you get back to your room.  If the milk or butter is gone, set out more before you lock the door for the night.  Put the note aside out of sight (no need to worry your roommate, and you never know when you might need it again).  Check your iron chain again before you go to bed.

Don’t forget where you heard what you learned.  She won’t.  



Summary : Word on the block goes Cole is returning to his old boarding school to prepare himself for a role in his upcoming movie. Psst, and he’s bringing along a special friend. Eveyrbody is excited to have him back, except for a certain (Y/n). You’re sure as hell not excited to see your first love walk through those door again.

A/N: I’m a sucker for boarding school love stories! I think it’s dangerous and cute! I hope you like this one :) By the way, in this story, you’re 18 and so is Cole x Enjoy x


You woke up to the sound of loud continuous knocks at your door.

You’ve been in boarding school for as long as you can remember. You’ve had your days but this being your final year, school has been great so far. You’ve also shifted to the senior’s block so now you have your own luxury room.

The ward bell always rung at 6:30 am sharp to wake everyone up so you have no idea who in the world is knocking on your door at this hour! It’s 5:45am.

Ugh, there’s nothing worse than interrupted sleep.

You rub your sleepy eyes and open the door to find an exhausted yet thrilled Wendy. Your best friend.

“What the hell, Wendy? There better a good reason for interrupting my sleep,”

She’s clearly out of breath,”Water. I need water, first.”

You hand her a bottle of water from your mini-fridge. “Now, tell me.” You yawn, still very sleepy.

“Cole,” she finally says,” he’s here, oh my god. While jogging I saw him and KJ APA go to the Boy’s block. KJ!!! Ohmygod, I’m so excited.”

She’s clearly thrilled about Cole’s return.

“Cole? You woke me up to 5 to give me the news the whole school already knows? Get out, Wendy!” you sigh

“What,” her excitement drops, “Aren’t you excited to see him? I mean, he was your..”

“WAS. He was someone I used to know. Now, he’s just the guy from Riverdale.”

“(Y/N),” Wendy’s voice softens as she holds your hand,”  Tell me the truth. Are you really over him? I mean, I know its been years but I , of all people, know how hard it was for you when he left.”

As much as you love your best friend, you hate the fact that she can read you so easily.

Flashback to when you were 15 and you still remember how Cole asked you to be his girlfriend. No, it wasn’t anything romantic and sweet. He was the school playboy, for Pete’s sake!

“(Y/N), can you be my girlfriend?” he asked you during one of your lazy Sunday stroll to the garden. You were quite taken aback, you were obviously a sucker for him but you knew what type of guy he was! Anyting but a commited boyfriend. He told you about every single one of his flings and about the girls he liked. He confided in you.

“What?”  was all you blurt at his odd request.

“I heard girls dig it when guys are taken, you know? Like, it speeds up our hard-to-get game or something. Also, school is getting really boring. Think of it as an experiment! Yeah, I’ll be your experimental boyfriend and you’ll be my experimental girlfriend. It’ll be cool to have someone to call my ‘girlfriend” .

You couldn’t help but laugh at his idiotic proposal but after hearing him plead that entire evening, you said “Alright!”. In your heart you were ecstatic to be called ‘Cole’s Girlfriend’.

Being his ‘girlfriend’ didn’t mean that he would court you everyday and leave his playboy etiquettes. You didn’t even expect him to, c’mon he was your best friend, you knew him better than he knew himself.

You simply put your heart on the line and agreed to his request because you’re his best friend. And best friends help best friends get chicks, right? Right?!

If only you could tell your 15 year old self, ‘..but not at the cost of your own heart’.

So  even though he referred to you as his girlfriend, Cole had his ways. Whenever you got upset at him for mingling with other girls , you reminded yourself that you had no right to feel that way. He made it very clear that it was all just a façade. You knew he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. He would never hurt you. He was just being him. As he had always been.

Cole liked having his share of fun but you were his best friend and he was always there for you when you needed him. The girlfriend status was just an experiment. He thought it was harmless and you couldn’t blame him either, he never knew you loved him.

Cole obviously liked you. But then again, he liked a lot of people. And a lot of people liked him. It wasn’t that deep. As for you, you were in love. He was your first love. You were in love with Cole and all of his little things. And when he told you that he had to leave, it broke your heart. But you never let him know because you knew he never felt the same way about you. You also knew how much acting meant to him. Cole really liked acting. You always knew he wanted to be an actor. So, you pretended like you didn’t mind and that, he didn’t matter.

Sure, you put up a smile everyday. No one was really concerned about you because they all knew that it was just one of those high school relationships. Nothing really serious.

The only person who you confided in was Wendy. She knew all about your happy-façade at school and about your 3am sobbings because your first love left before you even got to tell him you loved him.

It has been 2 years.

You’ve come far from the innocent 15 year old who fell in love with her best friend. You never dared speak of love ever since. Even though he left, Cole always found a way to haunt you back in your dreams and when you heard that he was coming back, you felt something trigger again- an old feeling, perhaps. Your unrequited love.You stayed up till 3am that night, constantly assuring your own self that it was just an old high school crush and that you were over it. But when you went to bed, the raven eyes of the boy you once loved came back to haunt you again.

“(Y/N)!” Wendy snap her fingers to bring you out of your reverie.

“I don’t know, Wendy. I mean, I  don’t think I love him anymore. C’mon, I don’t even know who he is anymore. But I, I don’t know. It’ll be weird, you know? Having him around…”

“Yeah, he was such an ass for lea-“

“No,” you cut her off and giggle, “He didn’t know. HAHA, we were just young. It didn’t mean anything. I just liked him..”

“Pff,” she scoffs,” No one spends 2 years trying to get over someone they just like,”

You roll your eyes.

“You don’t even watch Riverdale, for the love of G-“

“I don’t like Netflix,” you protest. You yawn, “Sigh, since we’re already up, let’s get ready for school.”


“Students,” Sir Knightly, the principal, draws attention during Breakfast hour.

All the students gather at the dining hall at 7am sharp for breakfast. You’re sitting at your usual table with Wendy and some other friends. You haven’t seen Cole yet.

“As you all may already be aware, we have a special guest in our midst.”

All the students turn their head to a particular direction at the back. You resist.

You continue looking straight at Sir Knightly instead for Cole’s face.

Who cares, he’s getting up on the podium in a while. I’ll see him then.

“Here they come,” Wendy whispers into your ear.

You clench your fists as two tall figures overpass your table and head towards the podium.

Cole Sprouse and KJ Apa. In Kingsville Boarding school uniform.

You lost your breath for a second. In two years, you’ve only seen him in your dreams and sometimes in Daily Mail when you accidently click on the Showbiz page.

He looked so much like… how he did in your dreams. Only, this one was real. He looked so good.

“ Cole Sprouse and KJ Apa, everyone!”

The dining hall roars with applause and little 15 year olds screaming.

“Since when did being good looking start earning grand applauses,” you roll your eyes and refuse to clap.

“Mr Sprouse is a former student of this school and we’re happy to have him back. He and Mr KJ will be joining you as a part of their 3-month summer program here. So, be nice and help them settle. Also, I don’t want girls screaming in the hallways.” Wow, Sir Knightly you are So hilarious.

Cole smiles as waves at everyone. Stop that, you’re not the Queen.

His eyes narrows at you and you feel yourself turn red. Quickly hiding behind Rachel, you sigh as your stomach sickens at the thought of seeing your unrequited lover again.


Seeing Cole at breakfast wasn’t really the most ideal way to start your day but after going through hours and hours of Calculus, French and history- your mind was way too occupied to worry about Cole. You’re dead ass tired but you have only 3 minutes before the practice for the Annual Winter Ball dance starts.

You put your hair up in a ponytail because you know how hot it gets in the practice room . And by hot, I mean the temperature.

You decide to remove your blazer and carry it with you to practice.

Oh shit, you’re one minute late. You know how Mrs Hurley hate late-comers!

You rush inside the class-room and you’re immediately greeted by Mrs Hurley and her cold stare.


Everybody has already gathered and they’re staring at you. They know better than to be late for Mrs Hurley’s classes.

“I’m sorry for coming late, Mrs Hurley. I was-“

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” she smiles sweetly, “Off you go,”

How weird. You’re surprised at her sudden change of attitude.

It wasn’t long till you realized why she was acting that way. From the corner of your eye, you could see Cole and his redheaded friend.

That damn grin on his face.

You pretend not to notice him and concentrate on Mrs Hurley.

“As you all know, Kingsville holds a special ball every year. More specifically, the Annual Winter Ball. This year, we will be having the ball on the 21st of this month in Quentin Hall.  Since this is your final year here at Kingsville, you will be doing the traditional Kingsville dance during the first 3minutes of the program. “

The boys groan, “Can we get a pass?” Alec, the school’s badboy asks.

“No,” Mrs Hurley turns to Alec,”In fact, Alec, you will be one of the three students standing in the frontline.”

The boys roar in laughter as Alec roll his eyes and grunt.

“I’m gonna need a volunteer to start things off,” Mrs Hurley looks at the class with her eagle eyes.

Cole pushes KJ to the center stage. He had always been mischievous.

“Wonderful!” says Mrs Hurley. KJ looks over at Cole and mouths something while Cole starts applauding, and the whole class joins in.

You make sure not to turn towards his direction. It’s just WEIRD, you know? Simply having him there.

“We’ve got a boy, now I’m gonna need a girl volunteer.” And this time when Mrs Hurley searches the class for a girl volunteer, instead of hiding their faces, the girls confidently smile at her, trying to stand out from one another.

But not you.

The last thing you want right now is to dance with Cole’s friend in front of the entire class, in front of Cole.

“Hm, how about (y/n)? You came late to class, maybe this will make you improve punctuality”

You drop your head.


“Woo..” Wendy, your faithful friend cheers for you as you walk towards KJ.

“Hi,” Kj greets you. You give him a small smile.

I don’t want to do this I don’t want to do this I don’t want to do this.

“I need you two to face each other,” directs Mrs Hurley.

You do as instructed.

“Now, Mr KJ, place your hand around (y/n)’s waist.”

You can hear Cole coot from his seat.

KJ shoots Cole a look and then nervously places his hand around your waist.

“I’m a very bad dancer. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me,” you whisper at KJ

He chuckles, “It’s okay. I am not much of a dancer myself.”

“(y/n), back straight. Place one hand around Mr KJ and take his hand with the other.” You want to roll you eyes everytime she says ‘Mr KJ’, like he’s some kind of royalty.

“Perfect. Now stand still. Everyone, pay attention to this posture, this is the perfection we want.”

You and KJ scoff at the same time.

Mrs Hurley shoots a look at the two of you.

You and him immediately gulp and act all serious. When she looks away, KJ murmurs a ‘phew’, making you giggle.


The dance practice actually went really well. KJ wasn’t kidding when he said he wasn’t much of dancer, he eventually found out that you weren’t either. You had a lot of fun though, accidentally stepping on each other’s shoes, hitting each other’s arms, etc. You eventually got the hang of it, though. KJ wasn’t as bad as you thought he’d be. He was actually really nice. He kept whispering inside jokes and making you laugh with every mistake and with every step.

For a second, you forgot that the entire class was watching, you even forgot that Cole was there.

After class, KJ walked towards you and said, “You were great today, dancing queen. By the name, I didn’t even get your n-“

At a distance, you could see Cole walking towards the two of you. In panic, you run out of the room, leaving KJ confused.

Cole puts his arm around KJ, ”Why did she leave?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even get her name.”

Cole snickers as he smiles and reply, ”My friend, that’s (Y/n). “

“Oh, the one you told us all about?”


You woke up again to sound of continuous knocks at your door. Unlike yesterday, this one was a quiet one. You groan as you check the time.

It’s  4:02am.

What the hell. Who could be at your door at 4:02 am? If it’s Wendy, she better have good reason for coming at this hour.

You rub your sleepy eyes and sleepily walk towards the door.

“Wendy, you bette-“

Staring back at you was the boy who once held your hand and ran towards the Kingsville Hill to chase the sunset.

Staring back at you were his Greenish-blue eyes.

Cole Sprouse calmly leaning against your door in his Black hoodie and black Pjs.

“Aw, you still look beautiful,” he grins at you.

Ugh. That grin.


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Soulmate!Ashton au

Summary: When Ashton’s soulmate tattoo shows up on his arm, he wonders for weeks when he’ll meet her, and he finds out in a….unique way.

A/N: So this is my first time ever posting my writing on tumblr, so feedback would be appreciated! Sorry that it’s kinda long but I hope you guys like it!

Ashton traced the words on his arm again for the millionth time in the past 3 weeks.

“You and me up against the great unknown.”

The words were familiar to him, of course. They were from a song the band had released not too long ago with One OK Rock, Take What You Want. These words were the first words his soulmate would say to him when they finally met. It’s said that the words appear on some part of your body when you’re going to meet your soulmate soon, but Ashton had a hard time believing he’d find her on tour. They met millions of people on tour, how would he know when he found the right one? What if he walked past her without speaking to her, letting her slip away? He’d been worrying since the words had shown up on his forearm 3 weeks ago and the rest of the boys could tell. Ashton thought they were lucky, none of them had their Soul Tattoos yet, so it looked like they’d have a while before having to think about it. Why’d he have to get the words this early in life? Why couldn’t it wait until the band took a break?

After another week of thinking and obsessing over the words, the worry became something he didn’t think about as often. It was still there, just less prominent once the tour started. He started to worry less and think more about what she’s like. Where is she from? Would he meet her at one of their shows, or would he find her while the band was exploring a city on a day off? He figured she was a fan, considering the first thing she would say to him would be lyrics from a song his band was featured in.

Almost exactly a month after the words appeared, a month of creating questions in his mind, he finally got some answers.

He was relaxing in his bunk on the tour bus, watching some covers of the band’s songs on YouTube. He did this every now and then, when he had the time. He loved watching how talented some of the fans were and how much of an impact their music had. After watching a few, he came across one he hadn’t seen before. The title of the video was simply “Take What You Want- One OK Rock ft. 5SOS Cover.” He clicked on the video since this song didn’t have many covers and found that it was a band covering the song, not just one person. As he listened, he noted that they were pretty good, especially the lead singer. She was the only girl in the band and her voice was amazing, almost mesmerizing. He paused the video after the first chorus and walked to the back of the bus where the rest of the boys were.

“Guys, I found a cover of Take What You Want and it’s really good,” Ashton announced, making the other boys pause the FIFA game they’d been playing.

“Well,” Michael said, “Quit standing there and show us!” He wouldn’t admit it, but Michael liked watching covers of their music almost as much as Ashton did.

Ashton sat on the couch between Luke and Calum, eager to show them what he’d found. He backed the video up to the beginning and hit play. The girl in the video was beautiful and had a voice to match. Ashton could tell the guys agreed with him as they grew more and more emersed in the video as it went on. It looked like someone was holding the camera and smoothly moving around the band as they played, getting different angles of all 4 of the band members, but mostly the lead girl. At first, the girl didn’t look into the camera. Through the first verse and chorus, she sang to herself, squeezing her eyes closed as she sang. The boys could tell she was nervous by the way she kept her eyes shut and they each laughed a little. All but Ashton.

He couldn’t laugh because he was captivated by the emotion in her voice as she sang. The song was a breakup song and he could hear it in her voice that she was hurting. He didn’t recognize it the first time he watched the video, but now it was evident, at least to him. It almost physically hurt him to see this girl, no more than 18, he was sure, singing with so much anger and pain. By the second verse, the part Luke had sang in the song, her eyes were open but she still hasn’t looked into the camera.

“Still remember a time when you felt like home. You and me up against the great unknown.”

As she sang that second line, the line that had originally belonged to Michael, the unknown girl stared straight into the camera for the first time and Ashton felt his world flip. He was 22 years old, and yet he had never felt an emotion as strong as the one he felt when he looked into her eyes.

He let out a slight gasp, just loud enough for the other boys to hear. They all already knew about the words on the oldest boy’s arm, so they could guess fairly easily what was going on. Luke, Michael, and Calum all tried to get Ashton to talk, to pull him out of the little trance he was in, but he couldn’t stop watching the video. He watched every little movement the beautiful girl made, listened intently to every single word that left her mouth. The pain in her voice was more obvious now as she sang the bridge and it cut Ashton, cut him deep to hear how bad his soulmate was hurting. It was then that he decided he would find her as soon as he could and make her forget what was causing her so much pain.


Two months. It had been two months since he watched the video of his soulmate and he was still no closer to finding her as the day he started looking. He tried to find her online, but the cover video had nothing in the description. No social media links, no names for the band or for the individuals. Nothing. He’d been keeping his eyes open at shows, looking everywhere he could for her. He looked into the crowds as much as he could, though it was harder for him than for the rest of the boys since he was at the back of the stage.

His band members tried to calm his as best as they could and he appreciated their efforts, but it wasn’t really helping.

“Ashton, man,” Calum said one night, “you’re going to find her. She’s your soulmate, you’ll probably bump into her when you least expect it.”

“Yeah, maybe you haven’t found her yet because you’re looking too hard.” Luke agreed.

Ashton has been telling them about his idea of just posting a link to the video on twitter and asking the fans if they knew who it was in the video. Surely someone would know her. But he knew the guys were right, the perfect time would come. He was just so ready to see her in person, to hold her and hear her laugh and to learn all there was to learn about her. He knew it would come soon, but he was just so damn excited.

The next day, they were in the dressing room after sound check, waiting for their time to go onstage. Of course, without the music to distract him, Ashton was over thinking again. Would she be here tonight? What if one of the other guys was her favorite and she was disappointed that he was her soulmate? How much longer would he have to wait?

He was getting anxious and he couldn’t sit still anymore. He excused himself from the room and walked around for a while, not caring if any fans saw him. The questions swirled around in his mind until he thought he was going insane. ‘This search is going to be the death of me,’ he thought bitterly.

He was so distracted that he didn’t see the girl turning around the corner, going the opposite direction as him. He bumped into her, sending her to the ground before he could catch her. He didn’t even think to apologize, more scared of the fact that he had hurt her. When he could tell she was fine, he sighed a breath of relief, offering her a hand to help her up.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she grasped his and and pulled herself up. She looked at him for the first time and smiled widely once she realized who she had ran into. She opened her mouth to say something, but Ashton beat her to the punch.

“I know you,” he blurted out, that being the only thing his mind could come up with at the moment. Because it was true. He did know her, she was the girl from the YouTube video, his soulmate.

As she processed the drummer’s words, her eyes widened slightly in shock and looked at the inside of her wrist. There, in a small font, the words 'I know you’ were looking back at her. She turned her wrist to show Ashton, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she understood what this meant. He traced the words on her wrist for a moment before smiling at her and showing her the words on his forearm.

She carefully examined the words on his arm before whispering in disappointment, “Those aren’t the first words I said to you though.” She looked down, not wanting the gorgeous boy she’d loved forever to see her cry.

He tilted her chin up anyway and smiled a breathtaking smile. “I know you. I saw your cover on YouTube, I’ve been trying to find you for weeks.” He smiled at her brightly again, happy for two reasons. One was that he had found her. She was there, in person with him. And two, as she smiled the biggest, most adorable grin he had ever seen, he realized that she was happy about being his soulmate. All his worries disappeared as he took her face in his hands. He leaned towards her slowly, running his thumb across her lips. “What’s your name?” He asked her quietly, suddenly aware that even though he knew her face, he didn’t know her name.

She closed her eyes, afraid that this was all a dream and that she’d wake up any second. “Y/N,” she whispered, afraid to talk any louder with him being so close. “Y/N,” he whispered back before closing the distance between them and kissing her softly, adoringly. He’d been waiting for this for so long. He pulled away slowly and grabbed her hand, smiling at her yet again as he lead her down the hall. “Well Y/N,” he began, “since you’re my soulmate, you should meet the rest of the band. You guys will be seeing a lot of each other, so you better get used to them.” He turned around to wink at her, continuing to lead them to the dressing room. Butterflies errupted in her stomach when he winked at her and she knew she’d never been happier than in this moment.

Hi OK, so here’s a real kicker and I’m truly sorry for doing this but I really have no other option. I honestly have no idea how to go about this either but I need your help desperately. My family has never been rich..we’ve always lived paycheck to paycheck and even then it’s been hard sometimes. I remember growing up and us losing our car a couple times or not even having enough to pay for food or the house bill. Bottom line it’s always been tight.

 ANYWAYS im sorry I don’t wanna burden you with a sob story but this past year has been super hard for some reason. Im not sure what it is but we can just not seem to get ahead and I hate seeing my family suffer so much. Seeing my 12 year old sister worry about bills getting paid when she should be worrying about kid stuff. Or her worrying about if the car is going to get taken away. Their only way of transportation is my mothers car atm and we’re behind a few payments. Honestly just one away from losing it. We don’t even have enough for groceries or to pay off the loans we’ve had to get.

Im truly sorry about this post and even asking for help. I really didn’t want to and I know I might get shit for this..Im sorry. But if you could..even if it’s not much donate to my paypal.  Again im so so sorry for this and even if you can’t donate if you could spread this..that would honestly be such a huge help. My paypal is:

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11 with peter parker & reader

“Peter, that isn’t a valid reason for risking your life!” Your tone was angry and bitter as you knealed before Peter with a first aid kit by your side. 

 Peter winced, sighing to himself as he sat injured on your bed, his skin burning as you dabbed a small piece of gauze over his cuts. “Y/N, you don’t understand. It’s my job-” 

 You startled Peter when you suddenly stood up from your carpeted floor, his ribs creaking and a groan echoing from his lips as he looked up at you. “No, Peter! Your job is to help old ladies cross the road or stop people from robbing a bank, not chasing after a mass criminal who could fairly well get you killed!” 

Peter watched as a stress line invaded the space between your eyebrows, and he looked down at his lap in shame. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to worry you.”

“I know, Pete.” You closed your eyes, your face burning and lips beginning to quiver. “I just… it’s so hard to stop worrying when I know that you’re in danger and there’s nothing I can do to help. I’m here, studying while you’re out there, risking your life for this city. I just get scared, and I didn’t mean to get loud with you.” 

Peter watched carefully as you opened your eyes again, and before you could say anything else, he was removing his suit from his body and standing up from the bed. You rose your eyebrows in his direction, wondering what he was doing as he slowly hopped his way over to your dresser. 

“I still have clothes here, right?” He asked, searching through your first drawer, where he knew you put all of the clothes that he left at your apartment. 

“Yeah, under my yoga pants right there.” You pointed to your black yoga pants that were on top of the last pair of clothes he left there. 

Soon, Peter was changing out of his Spiderman suit and into his regular clothes, and you watched as he finally turned toward you with a grim expression on his face.

“Can we leave?” He said, his eyes pleading with yours to say yes. 

You groaned loudly, nodding your head. “Where would we go, Peter?” 

He looked down at the floor and bit his lip in thought. “I know a place, but I need my webs.” He reached into his bag, and grabbed his spare webs, watching as you eyed him skeptically. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” He said before grabbing your elbow and dragging you out the door of your apartment. 

“Are you sure you should swing around the city like that, Pete?” You asked, raising a brow and motioning to his ribs. 

Peter nodded, walking into the elevator with you. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” 

“Peter, from what I saw with that big bruise on your ribcage, you at least have two broken ribs. You shouldn’t even be walking right now.” 

Peter sighed, running a hand through his brown curls and looking down at you with a stern expression. “Y/N, I’ll be fine.” He bit, turning away from you. 

A sudden dry scoff escaped your lips, and Peter looked over at you in questioning. 

Suddenly, before you could speak your mind towards Peter, the elevator began to screech, shaking underneath your feet. Immediately, Peter pulled you against his chest, ready to move somehow in case something were to happen. 

The elevator screeched to a sudden hard stop, and you and Peter were sent falling against the wall, Peter groaning by the pain in his ribs. 

“Shit.” You spat, standing up to abruptly pace in front of Peter. “This elevator has never been good, we should have taken the stairs. Now we’re stuck here until we can get some help.” 

Peter rose a brow at your statement and carefully rose from the ground, motioning to his wrists. “Did you forget about my special abilities?” He asked. 

You looked over to him only to send him a dirty look, and turned your back to him. “You’re hurt, Peter. You can’t get us out of here right now, let’s get profession help please.” 

Peter widened his eyes in shock, his blood suddenly boiling as he watched you take out your phone. 

Scaring you, he snatched the phone from your hand, a glare taking over his features. “I am professional help, Y/N, and I would love it if you would stop questioning what I can do.” 

You gulped and sighed, just now realizing what you had said. “Peter, I didn’t mean it like that.” 

Peter shook his head, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath, his ribs still moaning in pain. “I just want you to trust me. Please, can you do that?” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso softly, and placing your head against his chest. “Of course I can, Pete. I trust you more than most people, and I don’t wanna fight.” 

Peter pulled you closer to him, planting a soft kiss into your hair. “I don’t like fighting with you.” 

It was quiet for a few moments until your voice ripped through the silence, causing Peter to laugh and groan all at once. 

“Now, can you get us out of here, please?” 

You smiled when you heard him laugh, but stopped when he moaned in pain, immediately pulling away from him. 

“Are you okay?” Slowly, 

Peter looked around, trying to find a way to get out of the elevator. He began to unzip his hoodie, the Spiderman symbol being revealed. 

You smiled. 

He was your very own hero, and you couldn’t be any more grateful. 

Chamber of Secrets - Part 14

Originally posted by ariesw1493

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Eeeeeeeeep! It’s getting closer and closer! This one was really fun to write, I hope you guys like this one 😉

Also, kinda (very) out of topic, but mom readers out there, any tips in dealing with toddlers who just won’t fucking eat? I’m running out of ideas and I’m so damn close to a mental breakdown.  

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MirrorVerse Vox Machica Headcanons:

> Vex’ahlia & Vax’ildan wind up on the streets of Stillben after burning Syngorn down, after Vex finds Trinket and happily eviscerates his captors, after the twins find their mother’s town burned to cinders. They don’t let one another out of sight, not even for the day, so Vax accompanies Vex into the forest, and Vex joins the Clasp.
   They’re on a job with a number of other Clasp members, breaking into a mage’s inner sanctum, when someone misses a trap—a trap that kills Vex instantly. Before anyone can really register it, the oblivious thief has his throat slit, and Vax is running down the street with Vex’s body in his arms. They come to the temple of the Raven Queen, and Vax threatens a novice into attempting a resurrection ritual, offering himself. He has nothing else of value. The Raven Queen doesn’t answer, but something else does. Something that calls itself the Whispered One. In exchange for Vex’s life, the twins are to go north to Whitestone; Vax agrees, of course he does, and Vex rises from the alter, eyes dark and skin cold. She takes the acolyte as her first meal, and Vax watches pitilessly. As long she’s with him, nothing else matters. 

> Keyleth is about to leave for her Aramente when a green dragon descends upon Zephra, killing several druids with one breath, then snatched one of the elders up, demanding their aid in curing it from some virulent disease. Her father grabbed Keyleth by the shoulders and told her to flee, to get to one of the other tribes and enlist their aid. She managed to make it to the Earth Ashari in Terrah, but found that the town had already been destroyed—buildings melted, the bodies of the druids ripped apart and left where they la— and, horrified, the druid just wandered her way back into the woods, slowly going feral and vicious alone in the wilderness.

> Pike Lightheart comes from a long line of clerics of Sarenrae, though her grandfather broke from the goddess and turned to a life of crime. He was a cruel, miserly old gnome, but he was the only family Pike had. It took a goliath—Grog, he called himself—stepping in when Wilhand had raised his hand to her yet again for her to get free of him. She never felt as free as when Grog offered her a hand up, and together they walked away from Wilhand’s broken body.
     They tried going back to the Herd of Storms, but the goliaths had no use for a gnome among their ranks, and immediately turned on them. Grog wasn’t able to stop them from advancing, and quickly got the shit beaten out of him. Pike, panicking and terrified for her new friend, she heard a dark whisper in  mind, promising her power, promising the destruction of her enemies, promising her revenge, and Pike accepted. The goddess Calistria blessed her then, and Pike threw a sacred flame into their faces, smoke curling off of it and into their lungs. A few fell coughing, and the rest ran from the tiny gnome standing over her new friend, whose snarling face now cast fear into their hearts.

- Tibereus Stormwind, youngest member of the magic guild in Draconia, is also the youngest ex-member. He began studying fell magics, once his mind wandered and his request to travel out in the world had been denied, magics that had long been forbidden among the dragonborn. But he wanted more than anything to wander the world, to discover what it held, and after being denied his wish one too many times, he turned all that he learned on the council. They tried to imprison him—tried— only for him to decimate the guards and destroy the prison. He simply left, after that, and the council exiled him as a matter of course.

- Scanlan Shorthalt has been kicked out of more inns and taverns and travelling troupes than he can recall. Other people just don’t seem to get his sense of humor, can’t seem to take a joke. And those drummers deserved what they got, thinking just because he’s a gnome he’d take their shit. He destroyed the goblin tribe that hurt his mother, singing at the top of his lungs through his tears, striking them with lightning, one bolt after the other, pushing them back until they had no place to run but right onto his blade. After all that, he’s not scared of any damn thing the world can throw at him. His songs have power, he has the charm, and he’s not going to let other people’s petty morality get in the way of him squeezing every ounce of life out of the world.

Percival Fredrickson von Mussel Kowalski de Rolo III is slowly going insane in Whitestone. The town is small and full of simple-minded townsfolk. His siblings are, largely, simpering gits. His parents disapprove of his experiments, won’t give him the funds to improve the weapon he’s been working on, and to top it all off, they’re expecting him to make an advantageous marriage to some perfectly respectable baron’s daughter. Which would be fine if she wasn’t a complete and utter bore. It’s all “stop blowing up parts of the castle, Percival, you can’t try your pepperbox out on the servants, Percival, no acid at the dinner table Percival.” Contempt builds in him by the day, but he stays his hand; he doesn’t want to rule, and it would be more trouble than it’s worth to try and oust his parents, Julius, Julius’ son and Vesper.  
     That changes when a small, eclectic band makes their way to Whitestone, and their gorgeous half-elven leader makes him a deal; let them into the castle, and he’ll have all the funds he could ever wish for his experiments, as well as all the test subjects he could need. The Free City of Whitestone falls that night. And the rest, as they say, is history.