this team is full of losers

Stozier Debate Team AU inspired by a textpost from @stan-theman-uris

Full disclosure not great with Stozier/Stan as a character so sorry if this is bad but I liked the idea

Also will probably add on/make this a full fic so let me know if that’s a good idea?

  • Richie and Stan have completely different approaches to debating
  • Richie wants to start arguing right away, even if he doesn’t know exactly what he wants to say
  • He’s just so excited to be there and so passionate about everything, even if it’s not a typically interesting or controversial topic
  • He tries to be eloquent but his teammates always end up having to convince him that yes, Richie, you do actually have to come up with a rebuttal, calling the girl on the other team a shitsipper isn’t an appropriate response
  • Stan, on the other hand, takes his time
  • He plans out his arguments perfectly and basically destroys the other teams argument
  • His teammates are so impressed by the fact that he can maintain such a calm demeanor while dragging the other team into the dirt that he ends up coming up with the rebuttals 95% of the time
  • One day they’re at a competition and Richie knows he’s supposed to be paying attention to the captain but he keeps getting distracted by the serious looking, curly-haired boy on the other team
  • He looks cocky; he knows that his team is great and he’s confident that they’re going to win
  • And Richie decides right then and there that he has to win instead
  • He has to knock the cute debate captain down a few pegs (and he’s gotta be the captain because everybody’s looking at him like they worship him)
  • Stan looks over at the other team and catches a glimpse of a boy
  • He’s wearing huge, thick glasses, his tie is slightly askew, his hair is a mess
  • And normally Stan hates messes of any kind
  • But this kid might just change his mind
  • They make eye contact for a split second before they both turn away, blushing
  • Then the debate starts; Richie’s team goes first and he’s proud of their initial argument—they’ve started off strong
  • Stan’s team goes, and they’re good, but Richie is confident they have the better argument
  • They prep their rebuttals and off they go again; Richie gets to speak this time and he goes on and on, as fast as he can get the words out, spouting stuff that seems vaguely intelligent but there’s so much coming out that it’s hard to tell if there’s a coherent argument
  • This is Richie’s normal approach; he thinks that if he can confuse the judges enough, they’ll pronounce them the winner
  • It usually doesn’t work but Richie usually likes just doing debate rather than winning anyway
  • And there’s a small moment of panic after he finishes—that was so shitty Richie you were supposed to make him less confident that he was going to win, not more confident you dipshit—but he doesn’t have much time to think about it because the cute debate captain is about to go
  • He opens his mouth and Richie’s jaw drops
  • He’s so calm?? And actually has intelligent and collected thoughts?? How??
  • And in that moment he realizes that there’s no way they’re going to win
  • He’s less disappointed in that fact than the fact that he didn’t get to see the look on debate boy’s face when Richie’s team won
  • Stan’s team is declared the winner, and Stan is just so proud (even though he knew they would win)
  • But he looks over and sees the boy from before, the boy who had that wild, almost manic rebuttal
  • And his mood drops just a little because he looks pretty pissed
  • So he goes over to him and taps Richie on the shoulder, ready to hear some snarky remark about them winning
  • But Richie turns around and actually blushes
  • “Um, hey, you were great”
  • “Thanks, I know”
  • And Stan regrets that for a moment because the storm returns to the boy’s eyes
  • But then they clear and he smirks when he says, “I totally could have won that, by the way. I just didn’t want to deal with the inevitable whining from your team.”
  • Stan scoffs a little because he should’ve expected something like that
  • “I’m Richie, by the way”
  • “Stan”
  • “Nice to meet you…” Richie thinks for a second. “Stan the Man.”
  • Richie chuckles at the new nickname and Stan rolls his eyes but he secretly thinks it’s cute that he makes himself laugh
consider these reddie/losers club hs HCs

this could also be applied to them in like late middle school but cha know. what goes, goes.

  • eddie plays baseball, but he’s absolutely terrible and the baseball team is literally shabby and full of misfits. but !! the losers club attends e v e r y s i n g l e g a m e  
  • eddie is so small that his helmet is too big for him and it like covers his eyes. and he can barely lift the bat and he trips and stumbles a lot.
  • richie gives him all the compliments in the world though to make it better 
  • richie works at a diner and secretly gives eddie all his ice cream for free
  • “are you get into trouble for this?? i have the money to pay-”                        “nah nah it’s all g- ok shh my boss is coming.”
  • beverly dyes her hair/ shaves/ does all new stuff with it on a regular basis
  • two words- ripped. jeans. 
  • can you believe they went to highschool in the 90s like smh JELLY 
  • beverly is in love with flannels more than she is her own bf smh 
  • richie still watches cartoons on nickelodeon (w/ eddie ofc) 
  • “wait shut up- fxckin’ ren and stimpy is on.”
  • stan is a boy scout counselor and he secretly loves it so much 
  • bill does not listen in class he just doodles 24/7
  • eddie is still bullied but he is less vulnerable to it.
  • “yah this is your boy r. tozier, what’s cookin?”  “Uh hey- richie?”                    “o eds! what is it?”  “I am yet again stuck in my locker.”
  • ben hosts anonymous poetry jams for insecure kids like him      
  • consider this- beverly in combat boots
  • “stanley’s wearing jesus sandles!” “richie stop.”
  • RICHIE DRIVES A MOTORCYLE MAY I REPEAT. eddie is so scared for him every time he pulls up anywhere and completely tears up the grass
  • “richie are you aware that roughly 148,000 people die from motorcycle accidents each year”  “yah but im good at driving so-” “HAH.”
  • eddie still eating little triangle pb&j sammiches at lunch
  • vegan mike. v E GAN MIKE.
  • bill drawing pictures for ben’s poetry and beverly coloring it all 
  • “look the three Bs are bonding” - stan
  • “THERE’S A BEE? WHERE-” - eddie
  • mike plays a lot of sports and he’s just too good.
  • reddie (mainly eddie) too afraid to hold hands in school so they just interlock pinkes when sitting next to each other in class or smthn

thats that im too lazy too think of more a[ksdhjfwedsvjew h AH.

anonymous asked:

Why are you pleased with Lydia going back into the arms of her abuser? Do you forget that he emotionally and verbally and possibly physically abuse her? He belittled her. Didn't let her be strong. Or smart. And she grew. She has had so much character development because of what Jackson did to her. And you're "glad" she's going to let it all down.

Ok, please move to another inbox if you want someone to lament with you about how evil Jackson abused poor, innocent Lydia. This is absolutely not what happened in canon and it’s completely inaccurate to either of their characters.

They were a toxic relationship. Let me put that out there straight away. I also want to say at the start of this that I genuinely quite like Lydia. That said: yes, initially, they were incredibly toxic and if I imagined them continuing on the way they were at the start then I’d absolutely not be shipping them. But that’s not because of poor Lydia and how “Jackson was abusive.”

I mean… please. Please go rewatch s1. Lydia was every bit as bad as Jackson: emotionally manipulating him, making him feel worthless and replaceable with very pointed and specific threats to leave him if he didn’t constantly perform, constantly win, constantly outpace every other person on the team. She pushed him to take drugs despite his doctor’s suggestions, because she “doesn’t date losers” and needed him to win a lacrosse match injured. Hell, she went and made out with Scott just because he performed particularly well in lacrosse one day (you can blame the full moon for Scott’s actions there; you can’t blame anything for Lydia’s. And if caring about Jackson doesn’t move you, remember that Allison, her best friend, wasn’t even a consideration to her there).

She is honestly a large part of the reason Jackson was so hostile toward Scott and why he sought out becoming a werewolf in the first place –– because in his eyes, in Lydia’s eyes, he was totally replaceable if he wasn’t the best; he wasn’t good enough if he even tied for first.

Does this excuse Jackson’s behavior? No, he was a dick. But I hate when people try to make him out like this abusive villain, when Lydia was there Lady Macbeth-ing Jackson’s rivalry with Scott, getting him to overmedicate and play sports injured for the sake of her image… and don’t tell me Lydia wasn’t consciously playing on all of Jackson’s insecurities. Don’t insult Lydia’s intelligence like that. We know that Jackson didn’t feel connected to his parents, know that Lydia was his anchor and literally the person who confirmed his entire sense of identity at the end of s2. Her opinion mattered to him, and the thought of being left by her would have been shattering to him, and Lydia absolutely knew that and played Jackson’s strings to make sure he stayed as “presentable” as she needed him to be.

And why in the world are you saying that Jackson didn’t let Lydia be strong or smart? It’s not like Jackson knew how brilliant she was and told her to hide it. These were Lydia’s personal choices because at the beginning of the show she was policing herself and her own image just as much as Jackson’s, and thought that she needed to be the dumb pretty girl while he was the jock, king of the school. Lydia grew up and became more confident in herself and realized what really mattered throughout the seasons, but her playing dumb early on isn’t in any way because Jackson made her.

In short? They were both manipulative, insecure, selfish jerks in the early seasons. You say that Lydia’s grown since then and I absolutely agree. But I also absolutely believe that Jackson’s grown since then. Do you think he went through the kanima experience and didn’t grow, humble, settle into himself, and generally become a more secure (and therefore better –– since really most of his dickish behavior was based on insecurity) person?

I’m not in any way saying people have to ship them. And I’m not in any way dismissing how toxic they were early on. I ship these two because of their potential, and how well I can see them both working once they did a lot of growing up and rediscovering themselves, and each other. And if you don’t, that’s fine.

But please don’t reduce early Lydia to a victim or Jackson to her abuser. That’s just… insulting to both of them, honestly.

anonymous asked:

do some matt and neil best friend headcanons

oh my god idk i’ve already received and written a lot about them which you can see in my brosten tag but i’ll t ry

  • matt has a pinterest board dedicated to unflattering pictures of neil he finds on the internet entitled “my mans”
  • personally i love the headcanon that neil gets signed to matt’s pro team before he joins andrew’s can u imagine how much shit these two would get into 
    • can u imagine matt enabling neil at press conferences oh my god
  • matt practically lives at neil’s apartment during this time and oh boy
    • neither of them can cook, it’s lucky that matt has a full exy player’s salary bc they literally just eat takeout
    • matt giving neil piggybacks so he can reach the top of the shelves to dust
    • matt popping up at his door at headass o’clock after an incredible game’s just been aired so he can talk to neil about it
  • when neil moves away to join andrew’s team they schedule fortnightly skype sessions 
    • matt: no, you hang up first 
    • neil: [hangs up]
  • matt getting neil into star wars and maybe neil’s not 100% into it but matt’s such a loser for this franchise that he lets matt take him to marathon screenings and he even buys him tickets to a premier for his birthday
  • also matt definitely cries the day he asks neil to be his best man at his and dan’s wedding
  • matt refers to neil’s cats as neil’s kids like
    • “thank you for looking after the kids last week, i’ll return the favour i promise” “i don’t have kids, matt” “are u sure about that”
Please do not forget that Akaashi Keiji:

-is vice captain of his team despite being a second year, and is the only known character to be so

-is pretty much Bokuto’s baby sitter

-probably likes to eat a lot

-eats two onigiri at the same time

-changes clothes very quickly

-talks with his mouth full

-tried to hit Lev in the leg with a ball when he wasn’t looking and was shocked at his own pettiness

-can translate Bokuto’s ideas when everyone else is confused

-can be manipulated and doesn’t like being a loser

-refuses to give Bokuto massages lmao

-can put his pride aside if it means not losing

-konks out on the floor after an intense game of cards

-is very beautiful:

-smirks when he gets the upper hand:

-makes these faces: (shoutout to @akashispants for the pic)

Please do not forget that Akaashi is very cute and must be protected at all costs. This has been a PSA. Feel free to add on if you have anything else and this post will be updated if/when we learn something new about the owl prince. 

anonymous asked:

Hi lovely! If you're taking requests, would you mind doing a Spider-Man fic where Peter gets really sick at school and for some reason aunt may can't come so tony comes to take him back to the tower and takes care of him?? Thank you so much!!

(Combined because of similarity!! and also wanted to play with different ideas bc lets be real a lot of my spiderman stuff are repetitive!! And also emeto warning later in the fic!)

There’s nothing Aunt May hates more than leaving Peter.

She’s a tough lady, Peter knows this, and she will never admit this, but Aunt May is afraid of leaving him. Peter doesn’t blame her.

She has dealt with loss far too many times. A person with that kind of a heart does not deserve that turmoil. She’s a beautiful woman, and Peter admires her, and he will do anything to keep her happy. He tries to be safe for her, although duty calls, but in the hardest of battles he thinks of her to stay alive.

So when Aunt May was called to do an important business trip down in LA, she was frantic. She had spent the past weeks trying to figure out where Peter should stay, what foods she should leave behind, running over everything with Peter, how much money she should leave, and so on and so forth. Peter admired how much she cared, but all of this wasn’t necessary.

To top it off, Peter had started to develop a bit of a cold. At the time it had been the slightest of coughs, and a bit of a sniffle here and there, but it was enough to send the poor woman into hysterics.

The only thing that eased her troubled mind in the end was Tony Stark’s offer to keep Peter for the week she was gone. It was only then she was able to relax, knowing Peter was in good hands. She had apologised, softly reminding Peter how he was all she had. Peter understood, he really did. He would keep him safe as much as he could. But crime did not wait. The world just kept going and he couldn’t just sit there and do nothing. He wasn’t any better than the bad guys if he did.

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anonymous asked:

can you do some st/it crossover headcanons?

aa, good shit! sure thing! my twin @eddiesghost helped out and you should totally check her out! or else.

  • okay, first off, imagine eleven owning pennywise? good shit right there.
  • here me out; will and eddie are so similar in so many freaking ways. both the smallest out of the group, but also yet sensitive and strong. they think they are the weakest but the others knows that it ain’t true. they also dealt with the same type of bullying. [ex. their sexuality.]
  • mike wheeler and bill denbrough would be close friends. they are both the leaders of their group with a similar hero complex. they are also both all about self-sacrifice. [ex. bill willing to die for the losers in the sewers and mike willing to jump off of the cliff for dustin.]
  • mike and richie will definitely roast the fuck out of each other. mostly the ladder though.

richie: frog face.

mike: you look just like me!

eddie: you know richie, you kinda do look like a frog too. got the eyes and everything.

  • stan and lucas will of course have an understanding. stan having to deal with richie while lucas has to deal with dustin. also, they are the sassy ones out of the group. after every time stan tells richie to shut up or even deny his high fives, lucas will turn around and clap stan on the back.
  • the losers teaching eleven how to say ‘beep beep’ to richie. she uses it whenever he speaks, even when he isn’t being annoying. mike barely uses it since it feels like hes telling himself to shut up.
  • beverly and eleven would have each others back, both are thrilled to have another female in the group. think about it; they’re both badass as fuck and are also so much stronger than their trauma. 
  • if you think dustin and richie won’t get along you are lying to yourself. 
  • whenever they say ‘mike” both mike hanlon and wheeler will turn their heads around, all confused. it always happens and its a huge problem, until richie comes up with an idea.

richie: i have an idea. why don’t we just refer to him as frog face to save ourselves the confusion!

eleven: beep beep, richie.

  • okay but richie would roast mike at any chance hes got. 

richie: what’s with the christmas sweaters? it’s summer. 

bill: i luh-like them.

richie: yeah, you’re right. it’s pretty cool.

mike: *internally* he doesn’t like my clothes? has he seen the way he dresses?

  • joyce hopper would adopt all of the losers and be that one guardian.
  • they own the fucking streets with their bikes. 
  • richie and mike will lowkey race each other to see who’s the fastest, only for big bill to win in the end.
  • ben fucking hanscom will woo all of the adults, including steve, nancy and jonathan with his poetry. don’t lie. 
  • steve will probably ask ben a few pointers.
  • whenever the losers are over at the wheeler’s residences, mike offers to help karen bake a few goods while stan insists on prepping the table. karen on the inside finds the entire event to be so pure.
  • they all get together playing some childhood game, while stan and el are gazing up at the sky and stan takes the time to explain all the different types of birds. 
  • eleven dropping an f-bomb one day because of richie. mike’s disappointed and asking where she learned that from and she immediately points at richie while dustin thinks it makes her more badass.
  • eddie has an asthma attack one day and richie isn’t around, so mike helps him calm down. richie comes back to see them crouching together and carelessly shoves mike aside before stating ‘that’s not your job.’
  • every male loser in the club is intimidated by max while beverly finds her to be cool.
  • max, eleven and beverly are a fucking team. girl power all the way! 
  • jonathan would totally show both bill and ben how to take pictures. its something they pass down to beverly and the rest. their bedrooms full of pictures of the club and its wholesome as fuck.
  • hopper would pay a dollar to beverly every day to stop her from smoking. 
  • mike loses a dare and dustin dared him to wear richie’s glasses. mike makes a comment that richie’s blind as a bat, eddie jokes that he can’t tell which one is richie which offends richie a lot. eleven thinks its cute and giggles along with beverly. will says that it suits him and smiles, along with ben who’s nodding. stan and bill are both making comments on how he looks hotter than richie, with causes both hanlon and lucas’ to laugh but eventually roll their eyes at richie’s outburst. max would be sarcastic as fuck and be all ‘wow i’ve never seen you look cooler dude.’ which has everyone in the room dying of laughter.
hacker!jihoon au

-uni student by day hacker by night

-and like listen

-he didnt start hacking bc he had bad intentions

-he just does bad things when he’s bored

-im not saying jihoon goes on the deep web but im saying he goes on the deep web :))))))))))))))

-he’s fucking infamous there

-nobody fucks with him

-he’s only known as woozi and nobody knows his real name

-he’s tiny and T E R R I F Y I N G

-do you know how many times he’s hacked into big corporations and leaked information just because someone would pay him for it

-y’all dont fuck with jihoon

-he sounds like an awful person but pLS LET ME EXPLAIN

-turns into the mr krabs meme any time someone mentions anonymous or hacking in general

-he mostly just hacks for the money honestly

-he doesnt even spend any of that money on himself

-he just spoils the fuck out of his friends and pays for his uni stuff

-he is such a sweet precious baby in real life but he’s so cold hearted online what a loser i love him

-the reason he joined the team was bc of seungcheol

-seungcheol went to uni with him and they were close friends!! seungcheol knew everything about him except that jihoon was a hacker


-how else does he manage this team of actual children smh

-so tl;dr he manages to convince jihoon to join the gang and now hacking for the gang is his full time job :’)))))))))

-he doesnt go with the boys on missions but he stays back and watches them from security cameras and talks to them through mics

-probably does homework while doing so tbh

-”ok jihoon what do i do next?”

-”hm? wait i don’t know what’s happening my glasses are fogging up”




-before he even joined, the entire team knew about him and not just from seungcheol

-tbh they were all terrified of him at first bUT THEY REALIZED HOW SMOL AND FLUFFY HE WAS AND HE BECAME THE GROUP’S NEW BABY

-cringes xtra hard when he sees the boys doing something in a way he wouldnt personally do

-like, he understands there are different ways of doing things but being a hacker and doing things the same way over and over again, using the same techniques to solve everything stuck with him and it makes him feel icky and anxious when he sees the boys do something that he wouldnt

-cares about his dumb spy children so much ;-;-;

-hansol is such a terrified lil baby and jihoon has to always comfort him

-”jihoon im gonna have a panic attack”

-”no youre not, it’s ok”

-”you cant even see my face how do you know iT’S OK”

-”i can see your face in the corner of the camera and wow u look ugly”


-hansol proceeds to run off and steps on a trap

-jihoon cringes and slams his head on the table

-save him from these idiots

-honestly he’s the true mastermind

-seungcheol is like half a mastermind and the other half is an edgelord™️

-cue jihoon’s eyeroll

-”hoshi if you touch my hair one more time im gonna send a swat team to your house”

-”are u still salty i didnt let u sit on my lap :((((((((“

-”i diDnT WaNNa sIT oN uR LaP”

-one time hoshi broke his arm so he wasnt allowed on missions so during the entire time he was forced to stay home, he’d go over to jihoon’s and he’d make jihoon sit on his lap while he hacked

-”woah numbers”

-”woah hoshi shut up and let me hack”

-”ur feisty ;))))”

-”im going to abandon this team, move to alaska and change my name to whore-rito do you want that”

-”i luv me some whore-rito”

-the member that’s most likely to be kidnapped

-so tiny and smol cant fight for his life

-reason #232847 of why he has bodyguards!meanie

-talks shit isnt ready to get hit

-falls asleep hunched over his desk all the time because he works to the point where he passes out :)))))

-seungcheol forces him to take breaks and if he doesnt convince him, jeonghan has to come in to pull a mom

-”honey, youre working yourself too hard, you should-”


-ok now it’s the point of the au where i talk about where youre dating jihoon if that doesnt float your boat you can skiP IT

-you two met when he joined the team

-”hey jihoon meet y/n, they’re apart of the team now.”

-jihoon fell for you so hard what a dweEB

-youre in charge of most of the missions and jihoon worries over you a lot

-”hey jihoon maybe you shouldnt fuck around with the deep web anymore-”

-”maybe you shouldnt fuck around with your life anymore on those missions but you dont see me saying anything”

-he’s sososososo subtly caring towards you and it warms your lil heart aw

-he’s not much of a violent person but he’ll do anything to protect you dbsfvjdsfbdnfs

-being a hacker taught him something about keeping those who were close to you and throwing everyone else away

-and fuck you are so important to him

-god he would throw his life away for you in a heartbeat it’s so scary but you feel the same way and sdfildfjdf

-can you imagine if this lil bean gets kidnapped because someone didnt like what you were doing



-”jihoon when’d you learn how to fight”

-”*cue jihoon’s internal screaming bc he only fought so hard for you*”

-whenever you get hurt he wont let you leave his room until he makes sure youre ok again

-”jihoon i literally just got a bruise on my leg i-”

-”stOoOoooOP rEsIStINg yOurE ON ThE VerGe oF DeAtH”

-you like watching him hack but you dont get to often since youre off on missions all the time

-but on the rare times when you dont need to go, you like hanging back with jihoon and watching him do his thing

-he always looks so concentrated and determined and his soft features turn so tensed

-he clenches his jaw and it’s a bad habit but you find it so cute and dsfkbshdkfd

-the way he sounds so stern when talking to the boys just goSH IM MELTING

-i mean

-youre melting


-hardwork with the occasional “babe can you get me some ramen”

-”jihoon if you dont fuckin help the boys istg”

-”i aM”


-jihoon’s the type to eat cereal while watching the boys suffer


I’m a loser so I’ve played minecraft story mode before and there was this one episode that the gang go to a mansion and get stuck in said mansion with a killer runing around. The mansion is full of traps and things. That got me thinking about another game that our OTHER CRYPTIC friend (jack) has played… you guessed it NIGHT TRAP!

It’s almost as if we are trapped in the mansion with team iplier and maybe some egos and our HOST has set up traps to try and kill everyone!

Just a thought though…

Because when you think about it what part would team iplier have if we’re ’ ‘playing’ five nights at Markipliers…

@hawkeye221b @alliedoesstuff @chase-brody-protection-squad @ego-protection-squad @ego-surveillance-squad

I Choose You!

Requested?: Yup, sorry for the wait, anon!

Words: 1.3k

Group: Wanna One

Member(s): Park Jihoon

A/N: Um, yeah I had this idea, but unfortunately I’m not too familiar with Pokemon so I apologize for any mistakes! Also, sorry if it’s a bit cringey…yikes

If you were to be honest, there really is nothing to hate about Park Jihoon. There really are no reasons for Jihoon to hate you either. In fact, the two of you were quite close when you were younger. The two of you bonded through pokemon. As you grew older, however, both of you started to have more and more frequent arguments over which pokemon is the best. You admit that it may be childish at times, but you just can’t help it. You just have to prove to Jihoon that Jigglypuff is way better than Eevee.

“No way, (y/n)! Eevee is definitely better than Jigglypuff. I’ve already told you so many times…plus, he’s way cuter,” Jihoon crosses his arms and sends a nasty glare your way.

“Uh, hell nah! Jigglypuff is definitely cuter, first of all. Second of all, she’s way more powerful,” you growl.

“That’s the funniest joke I’ve ever heard. Jigglypuff is basically a flying marshmallow, okay?”

“Excuse me–”

“You’re excused.”

Just as you are about to protest, the bell rings and you take your seat at your desk, which happens to be only one seat away from Jihoon’s. You stick your tongue out at him before facing the teacher. You feel Jihoon’s eyes bear holes into you and you turn around, he gives you a ‘this isn’t over’ look and you simply roll your eyes.

Throughout the class, the two of you continue to send looks at each other. The other students around you are already used to it so they just leave the two of you in peace. You tap your pencil against your chin as you think of what to write on your paper. You feel something hit the side of your head and notice a crumpled piece of paper lying on your desk.

You immediately look over at Jihoon who seems to have a smug look on his face. You scowled a little and quietly open up the paper. You bite your lips to prevent yourself from yelling out loud as soon as you read the words written on the paper. You scribble madly on the paper and smashed it close. With as much strength you can muster without the teacher noticing, you chuck the paper straight at Jihoon’s head.

Unexpectedly, Jihoon lets out a little squeak before glaring at you. You smirk slightly, but replace it with a more serious look as soon as the teacher had turned around. You gulp, you had surely been caught.

“Is everything alright, Park Jihoon?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” Jihoon shyly mumbles before glancing at you.

“(L/n) (y/n)? Are you involved?” you teacher catches Jihoon’s gaze towards you.

“Uh, no ma’am?” you curse silently at yourself for making it sound like a question.

“I will see the two of you after class,” you eagle-eyed teacher turns back and continues her lecture.

“Yes, ma’am,” both you and Jihoon sigh.

You look over at the pretty boy just a seat away from you, furrowing your brows. He mouthed ‘sorry’ before turning back to the lecture. You follow after, groaning silently, hoping not to disrupt the lesson again.

“Park Jihoon, (l/n) (y/n), please stay for a moment,” you were so close to escaping before your teacher calls out.

You trudge your way towards her desk. Jihoon slings on his bag before following behind you. The two of you look down slightly as you hear your teacher sigh, clearly a bit disappointed.

“Listen, both of you have been really distracted and throwing papers around. Don’t think I didn’t notice. What is going on?” your teacher folds her arms together.

“Nothing, ma’am…really,” Jihoon starts.

“We’re just…” you couldn’t seem to find an excuse and look at Jihoon who shrugs.

“Okay, well, either way, I have to punish you for distracting the other students and disrupting the lecture. Both of you will stay after school and clean the classroom for this next week,” you teacher shakes her head before grabbing her own bag and leaving the classroom.

“Yes, ma’am,” you and Jihoon nod, reluctantly.

“This is all your fault,” you groan as you sweep the floor.

“What? How? You literally chucked the paper so hard it felt like I was shot with a bullet!” Jihoon protests.

“Yeah right. You would’ve screamed way louder,” you snort.

“Well, maybe if you would just agree with me that Eevee is the better pokemon, we wouldn’t even be arguing at all,” Jihoon sneezes as he dusts off the top of the shelf.

“No way, Jigglypuff is always going to be on the top of my list,” you huff.

“Huh, fine, give me a few reasons why you like Jigglypuff so much,” Jihoon stops dusting and sits down on a desk next to you.

“Alright, then you must tell me why you like Eevee so much,” you agree, liking this change of subject. You sit down on the desk next to Jihoon’s, setting down the broom.

“Rock, paper, scissors. Losers explain first,” Jihoon holds out his fist as you do the same.

“Rock, paper, scissors!”

You quickly pull out a fist as Jihoon holds out two fingers. You cheer a little before giving him your full attention. Jihoon wriggles a little under your strong stare, the tips of his ears turning a little red.

“Well, first of all, the eeveelutions are all so adorable, like so much variety. Each of them has their own strengths. Second of all, Eevee might be more simple, but that really completes the team. Simplicity is key, right?” Jihoon shyly looks up as he had been playing with the end of his sweater as he was talking.

“Makes sense, I guess,” you hum.

“Okay, your turn.”

“Well, Jigglypuff is absolutely adorable. Those big eyes really complete the character design. Plus, lulling your opponents to sleep is really useful since it gives you a chance to attack without it being able to dodge. Also, it’s pink and fluffy and really reminds me of you since it’s so cute–”

You gasp and slap your hands over your mouth. You timidly look over at Jihoon who shares the same shocked expression as you do. The redness from his ears slowly takes over his whole face. You let out a cry before turning away and covering your bright red face.

“I’m sorry, Jihoon. I really didn’t mean to say that,” you manage to let out.

There was a pause which worried you and you look up only to find Jihoon had gotten up. He makes his way around the desk. You look down, slightly disappointed that he was going to leave without giving you an answer, but you really couldn’t blame it on him. What you had said was definitely unexpected. Behind all the bickering, you had it bad for the pink-loving boy. The main reason Jigglypuff is your favorite is because it reminded you of him.

You feel a few tears run down your warm face. You are about to wipe your tears away when Jihoon’s face pops up in front of yours, his warms hands reaching for your face. He wipes your tears away, his face reddening even more by the second. What he did next came as a surprise to you. Jihoon cautiously loops his long arms around your waist and presses his cheek against yours. You can feel the heat coming off his face and instinctively lean into him.

“Um, what if I said…that…the only reason I really like Eevee was because it reminded me of you?” Jihoon shyly whispers into your ear.

“Really?” you whisper back, a little suspicious.

“Yeah, with all honesty, Eevee really reminds me of you and ever since we’ve started arguing, I was really disappointed because I thought we would never make up,” Jihoon pulls away.

“Jihoon…” you pull him back into a tight hug, “I thought I’d never had a chance with you!”

“Well, either way, I choose you. Would you choose me?” Jihoon asks cutely.

“Of course, my Jigglypuff. I choose you!”

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~Admin Liz ♡

You can’t hurry love

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Peter Quill x (Guardian)reader
Genres: fluff, mention of alcohol, jealousy
Words: 2.285
Summary: Reader is in charge of new recruits and she becomes friends with Kraglin. That makes Peter jealous - requested by @luxdxvine 

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anonymous asked:

I know your Exo Hunter is basically a cat but who's your Warlock you draw sometimes?

that’s Kat she’s not stereotypical warlock ultrasmart. she was born in the city and her ghost TOTALLY lucked out in finding her so easily. she hates fighting the hive. specializes in solar light. 

once set herself on fire for a pun or two. (actually. too many times to count) ghost refuses to fully restore one eyebrow to its pre burned off state to try and teach her a lesson. isn’t effective.

when she’s not space losering it up, she’s teaming up with other guardians on the hunt for old databases full of stuff that WON’T defeat the darkness. languages/cultural things that didn’t survive the road to the traveler. I figure a lot of guardians would pass over stuff like that bc it’s boring to them if they have no real connection to the city and its ppls.

anonymous asked:

iwaoi, cactus?

The entire window sill—hell, half the living room—is blocked. Iwaizumi can feel a headache growing.

“Shittykawa, can you explain, please?”

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa’s voice, chipper as always, comes from down the hall. “Come here, I need your help carrying these.”

“There’s more?”

Iwaizumi goes to help him anyway, and lets out a long groan when he sees the box in Oikawa’s arms. The other boy is beaming at him. They manage to move the last of the plants into the living room. It was small to begin with, and now it’s just tiny. Iwaizumi sighs.

“What made you decide to do this?” he asks, preparing for some dumbass answer about Oh, I was walking by the flowershop and I thought it looked cool! because Oikawa might be a formidable captain on court, but off the court he’s more like a giant labrador with no impulse control. Sometimes Iwaizumi questions his decision to move in with the guy, but he figures somebody’s got to make sure he doesn’t burn the apartment down making ramen or something.

Oikawa crouches next to the plants, humming happily. He pokes at one of the bigger cacti, this one with a small flowerbud on top, ready to bloom any second. “Well, you like plants, don’t you, Iwa-chan?”

He blinks. “Uh. Yeah, I guess. But—”

“But we live in an apartment in Tokyo. So I thought, if I can’t give you a real garden, then I’ll just make one for you.” Oikawa tilts his head so he can give Iwaizumi one of his brilliant smiles, the kind that picks a fight with the sun and, in Iwaizumi’s honest opinion, almost always wins. “It’s our own personal army of tiny plants, Iwa-chan!”

He wants to be mad. He wants to remind Oikawa that they’re both full-time students, one of whom is on the varsity volleyball team, don’t you know that plants are a responsibility, even resilient ones like cacti. But there’s a part of him that wants to sweep Oikawa up and kiss him senseless. Even after years of being with this boy, he still manages to surprise him like this.

Iwaizumi steps close enough to bop Oikawa on the head. Ignoring Oikawa’s whines, Iwaizumi leans down and pecks Oikawa on the lips. 

“Thanks, you loser,” he says. And when Oikawa protests how ‘you loser’ isn’t romantic at all, Iwaizumi only leans in for another kiss.

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I started a new wolfstar fic, Palo Alto. Non-magical modern AU set in Northern California. Premise and situations based on my experiences in the weird hippie/corporate cyclone that is the Silicon Valley tech industry.

Headcanon Casting

Dev Patel as Sirius Black. Able to sweet-talk free drinks from any bartender. Aced his computer engineering classes without breaking a sweat. Could’ve been captain of the Stanford rugby team if he’d given a shit. Left his controlling family when he was sixteen and hasn’t thought about them since, not even once. Doesn’t date, because the bay area is full of self-absorbed losers who aren’t worth his time. No, he will not be telling Remus that he might possibly want to date him, because he’s not a fucking fifteen year old whining about his feelings, and their relationship is comfortable the way it is. Anyway, it’s just not the right time, okay? No, he’s not insecure at all, why do you ask?

Jordan Fisher as Remus Lupin. The (relatively) nice one. The (relatively) quiet one. The one who gets them out of trouble with a wide-eyed declaration of innocence. Grew up in a sketchy part of Oakland, before it was gentrified. Parents died in a car crash right after they’d learned he’d been accepted to Stanford on full scholarship. Comfortably pansexual for as long as he can remember, but reluctant to enter a long-term relationship. Trying to crack the code for managing his spondyloarthritis symptoms, with marginal success. Music snob, vegan, and yoga enthusiast, but he’s really not one of those NorCal people, he swears. Wants to apply for his PhD in Political Science, but is equally petrified of failure and success.

Suraj Sharma as James Potter. The total package. Star athlete. Certified tech genius. Ripped bod. Hilarious prankster. Ruthless heartbreaker. Snappy dresser. This is all true, ask anyone. Well, don’t ask Sirius. (“He’s an overdramatic mother hen who can’t keep a straight face during a prank to save his life.”) Don’t ask Remus, either. (“He tries to act like a douchebag pulled from a VH1 reality show, but he’s a sappy romantic at heart.”) Just take James’ word for it. He’s a catch, and one day, the ladies will realize this, specifically Lily Evans, his future wife, whom he is currently in the process of sweeping off her feet. In fact, she only mocked him four times yesterday. He’s nailing it.

Michelle Hendley as Lily Evans. Trans activist. UC Berkeley drop-out. Wants to go back eventually, but the sweet health benefits and salary at her job are allowing her to stay on hormones and afford the fancy, organic types of frozen meals. Thwarter of the Marauders’ pranks as often as possible. No, they are not funny, they are hella immature. Especially James, ugh. If you catch her laughing at their antics, she is laughing at them, not with them. And no, she was absolutely not staring at any of them when that prank with the itching powder went awry and they had to strip off their shirts in the kitchen. Especially not at James, ugh.

Jeremy Allen White as Peter Pettigrew. Student of life, not school, okay? His old man inherited some shitty houses in Mountain View that are worth millions now, so he helps out with the maintenance for a portion of the rental income. You know, when he has the time. Does a bit of dealing as well. He delivered some of his best shit to the Marauders’ house five years ago, stayed for the party, started sleeping in their couch, and (much to Sirius’ chagrin) he’s been a member of the gang ever since. He borrows their underwear and eats their food, but he also fixes the plumbing and cleans the pool, so it’s a symbiotic relationship, man, very balanced energies.


I’m aiming for updates every Sunday. It’ll be a long, slow burn, but it’ll be a fluffy ride for the most part, except for the angst that Sirius brings upon himself, the poor guy.

Shout out to @real-live-lycanthrope, @mirgaxus and @whenifeedthetree, who all have mad writing skills and mad beta skills, and are the reason this is being published at all.

Check out Chapter 1 here on AO3 and let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading!

this women’s worlds win isn’t about the NHL or the mens game in ANYWAY. it’s not about them being better than the NHL it’s not about “nhl who??” no okay it’s about these women. fighting for their own right to be paid a living wage. and going on to be world champions. full stop. that’s it. It’s about how these women rallied around each other. it’s about meghan duggan calling every single member and asking “are you in this with us?” this is about the loyalty and camaraderie of the US Women’s Hockey Team. No “Oh mama don’t you cry” not references to the mens game. It’s about the US Women being champs and it’s about Canada being losers. Okay that’s it. there’s plenty of other chances to bring up the mens game. this isn’t the time.


(i’ll probably write a full little “story” on this one later so yAy)

Weekends are never a full group ordeal. Every Saturday, Trina has her afternoon shift at the diner. Everyone in the TKF had been pestering her for weeks trying to get her to take off so they could go and do something.

So one Saturday, Trina calls in sick so they can actually hang out. They end up going to the local bowling alley and split up into two teams. Losers buy the winners ice cream.

The Gays™ consisted of Whizzer, Cordelia, and Marvin. Marvin voted STRONGLY against the name (“But I’m ASEXUAL.”) and insisted he switch teams with Charlotte, but no one let him.

The Big Kids were Mendel, Trina, and Charlotte. When Marvin questioned their team name as well, Trina stated quite proudly that they were the only three with any common sense. Delia took offense (and rightfully so, because she has some sense in her head too), but Charlotte shot her down by saying she couldn’t drive and therefore wasn’t a big kid, and Delia didn’t argue after that.

Strangely enough, the best bowler in the crew is Mendel, followed very closely by Whizzer. (Side Note: Mendel has on a sweatband, Hawaiian shirt, and tall socks. He ain’t playin’ no games. AND he does the cabbage patch every time he gets a strike, which is often.)

Marvin, Trina, and Charlotte can’t bowl for SHIT. Mendel tries to help Trina, but he gets too flustered and caught up in himself to actually benefit her in any way. Cordelia’s actually pretty okay because she and Whizzer went bowling many times their freshman year. But no, back to Marvin. He’s actually the worst. The first game they played, he had a total score of 13.

Whizzer attempts to teach Marvin to bowl. This means a lot of hand touching and wrapping his arms around Marvin and a lot of Marvin staring at Whizzer’s ass.

And he’ll never admit it, but everyone’s pretty sure Marvin kept doing bad on purpose so Whizzer would help him more.

Also Mendel singlehandedly carries his team to victory. He’s that good. The Big Kids get ice cream and it’s a good day.

Lost in Limbo (A Reddie Fic)

                (Make sure to also read the prologue :D) 

                                   Chapter 1: In a Land of Confusion

 Eddie awoke to the screeching sound of his alarm. While it was only a small piece of technology, it sure was loud. The noise managed to echo off his white walls and penetrate his fucking cerebellum. He reached over to try to turn it off, but it only continued to spiel profanities at him, taunting him. Reaching his boiling point, he immediately clasped onto the alarm and smacked it so hard on his nightstand that the batteries flew out.  ‘That’s for making me almost go deaf,’ He inwardly thought to himself. He jumped out of his bed and quickly made his way to his restroom.  

Upon looking at himself in the mirror, he was utterly taken aback. His hair was unruly. From hours of tossing and turning. He knew. The next thing he noticed was his eyes. Typically, they were vibrantly brown, and Bambi like. However, at this moment all he could see was that they were bloodshot and glassed over. From getting no sleep. Eddie knew.

He also noticed that he was paler than usual. Sickly pale. So much so that the freckles that danced around his nose were very noticeable. In the past, this wouldn’t have been an issue, but he is on the track team now. Initially, when he joined he did everything to prevent sun damage to his fragile skin by lathering extreme amounts of sunscreen on at a time, the sun still managed to curse Eddie with a decent tan. He knows that his skin should be darker than what it was now.

Knowing that he was on a strict schedule, he began to focus on his purpose for entering the restroom. He grabbed his mouthwash, toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss out of the medicine cabinet. He started his ritual with the mouthwash to eliminate the germs he had accumulated in his mouth when he was sleeping. The floss followed to ensure that anything stuck in his teeth from the previous meal did not end up living in his toothbrush. He then proceeded to brush his teeth, paying careful attention to each one. Finally, he used the mouthwash a final time to guarantee that it was in fact, clean. He smiled into the mirror and noted that his teeth were immaculate.

Moving onto his next task, he grabbed his brush and began to tame his hair that had been sprawled out in every direction. After a couple of strokes, he deemed his hair acceptable and quietly exited the bathroom.  

Once he reached his bedroom, he grabbed the outfit he already had picked out for the day. He slipped on his favorite yellow shirt that Beverly had given him this year on his birthday. Next, he pulled his red track shorts over his boxers.  The length was just long enough to cover his boxers, but short enough for Eddie to remain comfortable. He pulled a black hoodie on over his shirt that was a little too big for him, meaning that it probably belonged to one of his friends. His bet was on Stan, seeing as Stan had spent the night last Friday. Not only that, but the sweater was also very clean. A little too fresh for Bill. Entirely too clean for Richie.

He grabbed his backpack and exited his room, quietly making his way down the stairs. Eddie reached the door and was about to sigh in relief at the thought of avoiding his mother, but someone had other plans.

“Eddie-bear, dear! Come here, please?” His mother called. Eddie grimaced. He didn’t want to deal with her right now but walked into the living room anyways.

“Young man, you know you are supposed to let me know when you are getting ready in the morning. You know how delicate you are. You could have hurt yourself, and I would have never known! ” She said with fear and worry in her voice.

Eddie was extremely annoyed and spoke without thinking, “Just how could I have hurt myself Ma?” She gave him a look disappointment mixed with anger. ‘Well, fuck it,’ Eddie thought, ‘Might as well continue while I am already ahead.’

“Let me guess; I could have poked one of my eyes out brushing my hair? Or is it that I may have fallen off my bed and broken my leg? Mind you the bed is only a couple inches off the fucking ground.” He added, “Wait, I get it. I have the brittle bone disease now too, huh Ma?”

Ms. Kaspbrak was shocked. Her own brown eyes pierced through Eddie’s. Her face was red with anger and sweat dripped off her forehead. She attempted to grab Eddie while sitting in her chair, but he backed up to avoid her.

“How dare you, young man! You would never talk to me before you started hanging out with those dirty kids in the neighborhood. Especially that Tozier boy.” She spat with disgust, “They are a bad influence on you! I think from now on you should stay away from them. I know what is best for you. All you need is me.”

At the mention of Richie’s name, Eddie lost all of his composure. He glared fiercely at her and shook his head, “How would you know what’s good for me? All you do is try to convince me that I am sick when there is nothing wrong with me!  I’ve known that much for years. Now you think my friends, the ones who actually care about me are the ones who are damaging me? You’re deadly mistaken, Ma. You’re the one that is suffocating me.” Knowing that he was in deep shit, he turned around and booked it out of the house.

Ms. Kaspbrak was fuming now and began crying, “You get back here!  Right now young man. We haven’t talked about this. Wait! You forgot your lunch. You can’t eat the food at school, Eddie. It’s processed and bad for you! You will get sick! Eddie?” The only sound she heard was the slamming of the front door.

Eddie felt a mixture of accomplishment and defeat all at the same time walking out of his house. When he got out from school, he knew he was going to be in so much trouble. She was going to attempt to make him stay in the house forever. He sighed at the thought. He was snapped back to reality when he heard the overwhelmingly loud sound of Guns N Roses from around the corner. Which helped in drowning out his mother, who was screaming at him from the window. He pretended not to hear her and began walking towards the direction where Richie’s car usually came. While the car was nowhere in sight, Eddie knew he wouldn’t be walking long. After all, Richie drove like a damn maniac. Only a couple of seconds later, he saw Richie’s beat up truck hauling ass towards him. Eddie sighed.

Richie finally reached Eddie, only slowing down enough to allow the smaller boy to get into the car before speeding up again. Eddie quickly put his seatbelt on out of fear for his life and yelled, “What the fuck, Richie?  We have twenty minutes to get to school! Can’t you slow the hell down? You’re going so fast that the seat belts could burn our skin. Or you could fucking crash and kill us both! You could-” His sentence was interrupted.

Richie grinned devilishly at hearing the panic in Eddie’s voice. He always enjoyed messing around with the younger boy, “Why hello there! Ed’s, dear buddy ole pal, couldn’t I just want to see my best friend’s beautiful face on this joyous day?” He said in his best British accent. To this, Eddie smiled a little, his eyebrows raised, knowing a joke would be soon to follow.

Richie inhaled a deep breath, and Eddie knew what was coming.

The older male exclaimed in the happiest voice he could muster, “I gotta get Little Eds to school, so I can go see her! God, how I’ve missed your mother’s-”

“Beep beep, Richie!” Eddie cut him off. His brows furrowed and the traces of the smile that had been on his face only minutes ago had disappeared.

Richie gasped and immediately clutched his heart dramatically with one hand, “Already Eddie? This early in the morning? Oh, my achy breaky heart!”

Eddie rolled his eyes so hard in his head he could have sworn they were going to get stuck like that. “It’s going to be more than your achy breaky heart if you don’t put both of your hands on the fucking wheel, you idiot.”

Eddie’s threat went unheard. Richie doesn’t listen to anyone. He never does. He is Richie Trashmouth Tozier, after all. Richie is his name and fucking around is his game.

Immediately he took that same hand and placed it on Eddie’s thigh traveling upwards to grab one of the hems of his shorts, “Hey Eds, aren’t you getting too old to be wearing short shorts?” He yanked on the material a bit before adding, “Also, how the fuck do you wear underwear with these fucking things.” His laughed deepened, “Or are you going commando? You know that is dangerous, death by an atomic wedgie. Ha!” That most surely would get a response out of his favorite hypochondriac.

Eddie’s heart immediately fell into his stomach as he choked on a gasp. His mind was running 1,000 miles per minute. Any second now, he was going to short circuit and die. He could feel it.

All because of Richie fucking trash mouth Tozier. He couldn’t think about anything else besides that hand on his leg. The hand belonging to the person who he has been in love with the past two years. So close to him. Too fucking close to him.  He could feel his face beginning to flush. Trying to be as normal as possible, he swatted Richie’s hand away. “I’m in a sport, you idiot! Everyone on the track team has to wear them. You just wouldn’t know anything about that seeing as you aren’t in any extracurricular activities.”

Eddie’s blush did not go unnoticed by Richie, who quickly cheered, “You are so feisty and cute! Cute, cute, cute, my little Eddie Spaghetti!” He slapped Eddie’s thigh and placed his hand back on the wheel, “I don’t have time for additional sports, Eds.”

Eddie eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What? You are full of shit, Tozier. I would know if you were in a team sport at our school. All the losers would.” He was so engrossed with trying to insult Richie that he didn’t notice they had reached the school and the car was parked.

Richie seriously looked at Eddie, “Well you see, Eds-”

“Don’t call me Eds.”

“Anyways, Eds, fucking is a sport. I don’t need a team, and it’s preferred to play in your birthday suit! It is the best kind of sport out there if you ask me.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, for the second time that morning. Earlier he had thought that he rolled them so hard that they were going to get stuck. Now, he turned them so hard he was sure that he could see his fucking brain. “You’re fucking repulsive. Who gives a shit about a sport using only your wrists?” He teased.

Richie only laughed at him again as he opened the door and exited the car. He walked over to the passenger side where Eddie remained in his seat.

“More like a sport using mainly my hips! Though I do use my wrists too.” Richie said as he made thrusting gestures and wiggled each one of his fingers. He thought his joke was so good that he tried to give Eddie an air high five. Eddie scowled at him as he too got out of the car.

The older male added, “Repulsive? Oh, Eds, what would you even know about sex? Not even halfway through getting blown you would need your fucking inhaler.” Richie joked.

Eddie knew it was only a joke. Richie would never oppress Eddie if he knew. Still, Eddie’s eyes widened as a wave of hurt and fear came over him.

He remembered the leaper covered in sickly sores and diseases as it’s menacing voice taunted him, “I’d blow you for a dime.”

Eddie could feel his hands starting to shake and tried to steady them by crossing his arms.

Richie immediately noticed Eddie’s whole demeanor changed. He locked eyes with the other boys chocolate brown eyes seeing something he thought he would never see again. Pure fear.

He began to worry as he watched Eddie hug himself. “What’s wrong Eddie?” He grabbed the younger boy carefully and shook him, “Come back to Earth, Eddie!”

Eddie could feel tears forming in his eyes as he heard the leper say, “Come back here, kid! I’ll blow you for free. Come back here!” He blinked them away and moved from Richie’s hold.

He had to get away. Richie had seen too much. He quickly grabbed his backpack from the passenger and threw it over his shoulder. Before he had the chance to start running, the taller male grasped tightly onto his wrist.

“Whoa! Eds.” He spoke in his most caring voice, the one reserved for Eddie. “Seriously? What’s wrong? What did you see? Was it-” Realization dawned on Richie, “Did you see It?”

Eddie’s stomach lurched, and he felt like he was going to puke. He pulled his wrist from his friend’s firm grip. “Dammit, Richie!” He yelled with as much venom he could muster, “You never know when to shut up! Just back off and leave me alone.” His voice cracked as he tried to hold back his emotions.

Not wasting any time, he began to run into the crowd of students, knowing Richie would try to follow him. He pushed his way through the crowd and went into the entrance of the school just as the first bell rang.

Today was going to be an eventful day indeed.

The story is going to get much darker from this point! 

  ❝ Can you believe that skyline – ? Ah, well, perhaps you all can’t, you haven’t seen it yet ! Believe me when I say its beautiful, and I’m a man who knows beauty  ! 

      ❝ I know, I know, ‘ Laslow don’t be wasting time ’, but I assure you, you’ll LOVE what I have to say this time  ! I have excellent news regarding our schedule of events  ! Er, that being we have one. Tentative as it may be, myself and Robin squared ( talk about weird  ?? ) have agreed that this will give you all the basics of the week’s layout, so you all can plan ahead  ! Considerate, right  ? I know, you can thank me later for being so thoughtful.


                     SNO CONE SOCIAL.

     Cabana check-in, but save the unpacking for later  ! Complimentary sno cones are served all day long as we, the mods, spend today welcoming guests to the luxury Hotrealms resort! Grab a sno cone from the cabana bar because today is the day to get to know your fellow resort comrades! Walk around the resort and view the boardwalk, and as always, I am ALWAYS available for any lonely adventurers. Take a stroll on the beach and wade in the water, go for a swim if you’d like  ! This is just a day to get a feel for your surroundings and explore everything the resort has to offer  ! Kick back, relax, and socialize  ! or don’t, if that’s what you prefer.


      Did someone say ladies in bikinis – AHEM – er, swimsuits all around  ? Surely you’ve already procured a swimsuit, why not show it off  ? We are now taking reservations to walk the stage for this Summer Scramble’s Swimsuit Showcase  ! Handmade or commissioned, if you’re interested in the opportunity to earn bragging rights about being on stage, then this is for you  ! Come in your bikini best – or, your best in general I suppose, whatever your preference, we have room for you on the catwalk  !

    Also, Robin and Reflet have given me word of a sandcastle contest  ! I personally will offer you bonus points if you manage to build your sandcastle on someone. I would assume they will have more information on this later  !



     The boardwalk is NOW OFFICIALLY OPEN. All shoppes have been open for a while now, we realize, but now there’s more to do  ! Vendors have all moved in and – is that lemon cake  ?? Anyway, there’s going to be a whole big stretch of gift booths, and leis are available for purchase  ! You may see some familiar faces running booths of their own, so be sure to give them your support and stop in  ! Avoiding having to walk all the way into town for something small for your love interest has never been easier! Well, except if they need a new shirt, or a sunhat, but you get the point. Also, along with the boardwalk vendors, we’re excited to announce the dunk tank among many other activities! Yours truly will take the first seat ( more like forced into it ) and the other two will follow suit. No ticket necessary, just jump in line until time limits are cut short, as will the lines. But this is your chance to show no mercy, and get your game face on for Wednesday  ! And have I mentioned the sunset from the view of the boardwalk  ? Not even a beautiful girl could distract me – er, alright, alright, maybe she would a little.

      And I’ve also heard word of a crushing watermelons contest  ? What in the Gods’ name . . I suppose some of these people can crush watermelons with their bare hands. Perhaps that’s something someone can enlighten me on later.


     Is your team ready to take the trophy home  ? Is your body beach ready ? Wednesday is being spent on beach front territory  ! The volleyball nets are going up, the referees are ready to call the shots. Gather up your teams and play to win ( you’re joining TEAM LASLOW, right ~  ?) . Trash talk is always fun, but don’t get out of hand, now  !Nobody likes a sore loser, especially when you already know you’re going to lose ~. Compete to defeat, my friends, lay on that sunscreen thicker than faceless skin  !

      For those uninterested in volleyball  but still wishing to compete and hone their skills: maybe beach wrestling is good for you  ! Go up against other strongmen, or women, in a test of physical strength. Nobody likes a face full of sand so come prepared to knock your opponent to the ground. Try to keep rough physical harm such as actually making someone bleed all over the sand to a minimum . . we’re really trying not to have any casualties . . please don’t turn this into a death match. I’m begging, I’m not a very good nurse.

     Not the sporty type  ? Grab some goodies and flags to wave from the boardwalk and cheer on your favorites to victory! They’ll love hearing your harmonious cries ~, even when you’re cheering for me.

***Volleyball teams ARE ENCOURAGED. There has been talk on the dash about potential teams and this is to organize all of those. Matches will be generated ala ‘ hunger games simulator ’ style. We will be posting a call for captains very soon, are we’re looking for 4-8 teams to compete gauntlet-style. If you are interested in forming a team of 10-12 players, be on the lookout. Ground rules and more description on this to come  ! All ‘ teams ’ will get a special treat!


      Seems like Anna has some new ‘ weapons ’ to share with us  ! Only these come in the form of pelting your enemies without mercy! I daresay no one is safe from the attacks of those who even they think they can trust. All of you sitting ducks in the umbrella lounge had better watch out! Oh, it would proooooobably be wise of you to not wear your Thursday best for this, ladies and gentleman, it’s about to get messy  ! Water guns and paint balloons will be available at checkpoints for pickup, only one weapon per person but balloons are unlimited  ! Let’s see who can avoid getting hit  ! No holds barred and no one’s off limits – w-well except for me of course  ! You wouldn’t hit your humble host now would you  !?


     Spend your day how you like, my friends, but you have to join us for the bonfire  ! Anna has told us she’s providing the makings for uh, s’mores I believe  ? Chocolate and marshmallows on graham crackers  ? Sounds good to me  ! I’m certain a few candy-loving souls will melt at the taste of one! Also, yours truly will have an extra little treat in store for you  ! In addition to this, once nightfall is upon us, we can partake in SCARY STORIES. Bring your most terrifying stale to hold the attention of your comrades and really scare us  ! Make us so paranoid to walk back to our cabanas without holding someone’s arm afterwards  ! Top three scariest stories get prizes ~ Good enough to give it a go, right  !? C’mon, don’t be so afraid to give us a fright  !

*Scary stories can be SUBMITTED to the EVENT PAGE INBOX. These will be compiled into a compilation post for other followers to READ and VOTE on which one they think is best! NAMES WILL NOT BE ATTACHED to give fair chances and rule out ‘popularity’ votes. DEADLINES FOR SCARY STORIES ARE BEFORE THE 30TH !!

** Scary stories MUST be original. Any submitted may be subjected to be cross referenced for copy/paste. Obviously be as creative as you want, and as in character as you can be with this! Names/URLs will not be posted with them to again, avoid popularity vote, so being ‘ in character ’ is encouraged  !

*IN ADDITION, we will be planning a movie night stream  ! A poll will be going up to vote on a movie to be shown FRIDAY NIGHT. Time is still TBA once we are able to figure out an ideal timeframe. So pop some popcorn and join us  !


     Ah, the end of a vacation can be so bittersweet. The final day is always the hardest, is it not  ? Having to pack up all of your things and shamefully realizing you’ve bought too many souvenirs . . wait, that isn’t just me right  ? Fear not, my friends, this wonderful week shan’t end with an upset, but with a bang  ! Preoccupy your day with whatever you would like but join us Saturday night for FIREWORKS  ! Anna is helping me put together a great lineup of a lightshow for you all  ! We’re hoping you’ll enjoy it and that will wrap up a breathtaking and relaxing week up nicely with a bow as we all return home  !

       ❝ And I, your humble host, will be most everywhere during this week. If we bump into one another, do join me for a smoothie, eh  ?

   ❝ This is all for now, but if YOU have any suggestions, don’t be afraid to approach me or either of the other two, or drop something into our suggestions box. And if you would rather run something on your own, OUR VENDOR APPLICATIONS are still open ! I would love to see more of my wonderful comrades selling their wares or contributing to this in any way they can  ! It’s been lovely to see the excitement already  ! We’ll see you soon  !

** Many of the main events will have their own ask meme to coincide with it  ! Activities and other roleplayer’s booth events are taking place everyday, but of course, people are busy and threads and ask prompts can be continued on other days, and even past the event week  ! We are actively working to make this schedule work and be fun for everyone  ! We hope you’re as excited as we are  !

anonymous asked:


Anon, I think we might need to be best friends. Here’s my offering to you:

It had been fun the first day. Parcheesi wasn’t perhaps anyone’s first thought when picturing a perfect summer’s day, but it ended up being pretty amazing. Snacks were plentiful, parents absent, monsters forgotten. And most importantly, the company was good. You couldn’t even hear the rain battering the Toziers’ living room windows for all the Losers’ chatter and cheering.

On the second day, shit got real. Random teams that had been made yesterday became full-fledged alliances. Memories of bops and blockades from the day before became grudges that must be avenged. Friendly banter turned into bickering feuds.

On the third day, it was all out war. Bill and Eddie weren’t speaking to Richie and Bev, Mike and Ben could never agree on a strategy, and nobody was very fond of Stan, who had to be on a team by himself because everyone decided giving him a partner was an unfair advantage. (Not that he needed a partner, anyway, they all acknowledged, begrudgingly.)

As had become the routine over the past few days, the first game started about 9 am, once all the Losers had congregated back at Richie’s. And with the game came the arguing. It was still going so strong by the end of the day that they almost missed curfew. It wasn’t like Richie’s parents were around to remind them (well, his mom was probably upstairs, but they hadn’t seen her all day), so it was only by pure luck that Mike glanced down at his watch just in the nick of time.

“Shit! Guys! It’s almost 7!”

Nobody heard him for a second through the uproar of another of Ben’s successful blockades. Suddenly his words registered in everyone’s ears, and their heads all turned slowly to look at him, their body’s remaining frozen in the middle of their argument. It was an interesting tableau. Bill and Ben were half standing over the Parcheesi board, facing off on opposite ends of the coffee table. Eddie’s hands were reaching out to throttle Richie – not that the blockade was Richie’s fault, but his trash talk was, naturally, the best/worst of the group, and after three days of it, Eddie was ready to snap. Stan sat petulantly with his back to everyone, arms crossed, as he was still nursing a grudge from being beaten in the last game.

Mike stared back at everyone, waiting for them to move. “Curfew!” he clarified, exasperated.

Suddenly everyone was jumping up, grabbing shoes, bags, fanny packs (both of Eddie’s had made an appearance today), and stumbling over the litter and pillows strewn over the living room floor.

“Same time tomorrow?” Richie called over the clamour as everyone reached his front door.

There was a moment’s silence as they all looked at each other, all thinking the same thing and fully aware of it. Did they even want to do this again tomorrow? All they’d done today was argue, and if they came back again it would probably be worse.

Bill smiled, and it spread around the circle as if the summer sun had finally broken through the clouds.

“D-d-definitely,” he said.

And nobody needed to say anything more. They were all still thinking the same thing.

Even if they spent all day hiding from the rain in Richie’s dirty living room, arguing over a stupid board game – as long as they were together, there was nowhere else they’d rather be.