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Homestuck Amusement Park Headcanons

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John: warily eyes the pastry booths bc he still has a deep mistrust for baked goods thanks to the Betty Crocker incident aka literally the apocalypse. Plays a (rigged) wack-a-mole game and gets frustrated when he keeps losing. Terezi makes fun of him so he whips out the hammer of zillyhoo and ah, crushes the game, so to speak. His prize is a giant bunny. He puts it back in the box.

Jade: sees one of those rodeo electronic bull things and goes oh that looks fun! Everyone is like uhhh Jade that can get pretty wild are u sure?? Karkat bets Jade that she won’t last 5 mins, oh really Karkat? 5 minutes? She sits on that bucking bronco for an entire hour making uncomfortable and spite fueled eye contact with Karkat the entire time. She only gets off because there’s a line.

Dave: wants to go on all the big rides and drags Karkat along despite Karkat complaining very loudly the entire time. Sorry Karkles, you scared of heights? You a scaredy Kat? A scaredy Karkat? Fuck you Dave, I’m fine! Dave drags him on the biggest rollercoaster in the entire park, they get off and Karkat says wow that was actually pretty fun! Dave’s hair is a mess, he looks inches from perma-death, that was horrible oh god. Not a word, Rose, he says. She and Kanaya are definitely not snickering behind their hands.

Rose: makes a goddamn beeline with Kanaya in tow to the haunted house ride because fuck yes she wants to see some creepy ass shit. If y'all have ever been in an amusement park haunted house, you know how vastly disappointed she was by the lame jump-scares and cheap monsters. Kanaya made it up to her by taking her to the Tunnel O’ Love™ and Rose was significantly cheered up.

Kanaya: isn’t a huge fan of non-blood food but v intrigued by all the fried stuff. Why Is It Fried? Does It Add Flavor? Not really, Rose tells her, it’s mostly just another way humanity likes to push itself closer and closer to its own imminent demise. Only now they’ve roped the trolls and carapacians into it. Oh, Kanaya says. She tries a fried Twinkie and sucks the filling out w her sick rainbow drinker/ vampire skills. Delicious. A single tear trails down Rose’s cheek. I have never been more in love w you.

Terezi: that scene with Toph and the scam artists in ATLA? Basically picture that. It’s one of those rubber duck games where they’re all floating in the pool and at the bottom of them is a different color and that’s how big a prize you get, thing is, Terezi can smell what’s on the bottom. She wins Vriska all the prizes and the dude running the booth is sweating and has to write her an IOU that John won’t let Terezi cash in on because that’s cheating and that’s wrong!

Jane: goes around with Jade and Roxy and Callie critiquing the food booths on their baking skills. She absolutely loathes that everything is fried bc it’s a cheap tactic to make weak bakers stronger! She tries a funnel cake and immediately changes her mind. CrockerCorp releases its own line of fried food that fall. Roxy calls her a sellout but eats it all anyways bc it’s just That Good.

Jake: finds one of those carnival shooter games and one of the big stuffed animal prizes is a gigantic rainbow dash my little pony and,,,he sees Dirk eyeing it. He doesn’t say anything, but Jake Knows. He tells Dirk he has to run off to the “little lads” room for a second, but he goes back to the shooting game, crushes the fuck out of those targets with the wimpy water gun, and presents Dirk with this oversized goddamn pony. It is touching and romantic for everyone involved.

Dirk: tries to show off to Jake by doing that strength test where u slam the hammer down and try to ring the bell at the top, he makes it about half the way up and he’s like fuck yeah that’s pretty fuckin’ good. Jake goes wow golly that’s impressive! Mind if I give it the old college try? Dirk is like pffft go for it, still flexin his muscles trynna show off and shit. Jake casually slams it down and rings the goddamn bell so hard it almost flies off the top. Dirk just stands there with his eyes v wide behind his shades while Jake is like gosh! Must have been buggered, huh?

Roxy: goes on every single ride she is living for today y'all, Callie is too short for most of the rides but Roxy promises to dab at the top of every coaster so Callie can spot her from where she’s watching down below. They share an ice cream sundae and Roxy gives Callie the cherry on top bc it’s “a cherry for a cherub!”

Sollux: idk about amusement parks near y'all but I live right by cedar point and there’s a coaster called Gemini so uhhh he and Aradia just do that. All day. Sollux rides this rollercoaster 53 times, turns to Aradia, says “what if bees had yaoi hands would that be fucked up or what” then passes out for a week.

We stood still then, awkwardly hesitating. We were intensely aware of each other—how could we not be? It was quite a small room, and the available atmosphere was completely filled with a charge like static electricity, almost strong enough to be visible. I had a feeling of empty-bellied terror, like the sort you get at the top of a roller coaster.
         “Are you as scared as I am?” I finally said, sounding hoarse to my own ears.
He looked me over carefully, and raised one eyebrow.
                “I dinna think I can be,” he said. “You’re covered wi’ gooseflesh. Are ye scairt, Sassenach, or only cold?”
                         “Both,” I said, and he laughed.

[GOT7 Reacts] to their s/o doing aegyo to another member

still taking requests or feel free to ask me a bunch of random questions~ JJ

Mark: He sits across the room from you and catches you talking to Jinyoung who seems to be teasing you about your hair or something. When suddenly you’re doing aegyo for him. Mark can’t believe his eyes, since you usually only save aegyo for special occasions. He goes over there and asks “can I help you Jinyoung, need something?” you just say you’re joking around. He sits in between you two “Jinyoungie can have aegyo from me. Your aegyo is mine.” He does a half-hearted ~buing buing~ for Jinyoung and remains settled between you. 

Jinyoung: You two were about to go for dinner but he just needed to grab some stuff from the dorm. As you wait Yugyeom comes out of his room “Anyeong Noona~~” “Anyeong~ Gyeomie~” you say back doing the kwiyomi song hand gestures. Jinyoung see’s you doing this and to Yugyeom of all people “Ya! Kim Yugyeom are you hitting on my girlfriend?! You are so dead when I come home.” he pauses “And [Y/N] you did aegyo for him! You owe me.” He waits for you to do aegyo tapping his foot against the floor and you do an even cuter action. He glares over to Yugyeom with a smirk as you leave.  

Yugyeom: You, Bambam and him decide to go to the amusement park.  And as you are at the top of the coaster you and Bambam cling to each other for a second “Ahh I’m so scared!~” “[Y/N]~~” as the coaster drops so does Yugyeom’s heart. When you get off the ride he pouts for the rest of the day, Bambam decides to go back early, leaving you both alone. “[Y/N] why did you cling to Bambam not me?” You tell him it wasn’t on purpose. He leans down and holds your face in his hands “I’ll work harder to be more manly so you can show me your scared side.” You say “what does that even mean. I just held Bambam because he was more scared than me” and you both laugh at his seriousness then you get on your tippy toes for a kiss.

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T.O.P - Oh Mom (Official Acapella)
T.O.P of BigBang
T.O.P - Oh Mom (Official Acapella)

Don’t cry, just by standing there by yourself

Don’t worry, you may be lonely, but we all feel that way

Look to your side, you’re not alone

Life is funny, it’s like playing with matches

There may be obstacles in front of you

But it’s all a matter of how you look at it

Keep your head up

Wrong For Too Long by DoveZiam

  • Pairing: Liam/Zayn
  • Word count: 56.2k+
  • Chapters: 4 (Complete)
  • Rating: Explicit


While a lot of people spent years and years pining for someone they didn’t know, it was very easy for Liam to discover who his soulmate was. The most expected day to everybody he knew, came for him at a very young age. He was fifteen, and it was the first day of classes. He was distracted by his phone and bumped into his crush.


Spring/Summer HP aesthetics

Hufflepuff: a clear blue sky, crisp white clouds, sunflowers stalks swaying in the breeze, waking up early and fixing a cup of tea/coffee as the sun rises, a soft cushioned couch, burrowing under piles of pillows and fleece blankets, rain splashing and sliding down windows, putting on your favorite pair of socks in the morning, the snap of jean buttons and overall clasps, sticking your bare feet in dewy grass, cloud-gazing, the feeling of your fingers in the rich earth, the smell of freshly made cookies baking in the oven, the creak of the door when you first get home, licking chocolate off your finger tips, stroking your pet meditatively, spinning in circles until you get too dizzy and fall down, watching as seedlings begin to grow, succulents and ivy spilling out of garden beds, moss and lichens growing on rocks, new blossoms appearing on trees, the glare of sunlight out of the corner of your eye, hearing birdsong as evening begins to set in.

Slytherin: Fog rolling over landscapes, rain pouring down from the sky and the sound when it hits your umbrella as you walk around in a rainstorm, the feminine rustle of petticoats and tulle, shining black shoes glistening under candle light, gentle quiet notes being played on the piano, stepping into a warm shower early in the morning, a hand brushing your cheek gently, the slick sound when you adjust a tie, a cigarette held between two fingers gently, freshly applied lipstick, the flourish of a cloak or a heavy coat, the whistle of the wind in your ears and the hollow sound it creates when the wind beats against your house, evening walks, lighting candles in a pitch black room, power outs, train pistons moving, the crackle of thunder, pricking your finger on a needle, tall grass waving in the breeze, settling down in front of a blazing fire, finding a secluded spot to spend time with close friends, the subtle glisten of blood, silvery moonlit walks in the forest at night.

Gryffindor: Pounding heartbeat shaking your chest, the rush of blood in your ears, sticking a hand out the window of a car while driving and feeling the wind pass through your fingers, the apprehension when you reach the top of the roller coaster, chanting in a crowd of people, crowd surfing, the feeling of sweat on your upper brow, running and rolling down steep hills, the sound of skateboard wheels on pavement, drinking your first cup of coffee in the morning, waking up late on your day off and staying in bed as long as you want to, picking at scabs, the clink of chain link fences, oversized sweaters draping over your body and making you feel small and comfy, yelling your throat raw, feeling music on every cell of your body, turning your music up too loud and drowning out the world, feet peddling a bike, the rush of nearly getting caught, laughing loudly with a group of friends.

Ravenclaw: the smell when you walk into a bookstore, tenderly handling leather bound books, hand cramping from extensive writing, paint smudges on your hands, wearing old pairs of jeans, ink blotches covering the margins of notebooks, color coded notes, sitting beneath a tree and reading, opening a newly bought book, reading the last line of a book, stage curtains rustling gently, holding your breath under water, letting ocean waves hit your ankles, star gazing late into the night, walking down quiet country lanes, pulling your hair back so that you can focus, water boiling in a kettle, slipping into a steaming bath surrounded by candles, soft lamplight dimly lighting a room, brushing impatient and frustrated fingers through hair, writing on the first page of a new notebook, opening your window to listen to the sound of rain as you fall asleep at night, collecting leaves and feathers, watering plants, freshly washed and dried hair


“Well, there you have it,“ Magnus sighed dramatically, "the things I would do for you, Alexander Lightwood.”

or: when magnus proposes to alec, it doesn’t go as well as he had planned.

Mundane traditions were never Alec’s go-to’s but Magnus always entertained them because he found them endearing. The thing about mundanes was that they were so ignorant of the world that was devouring theirs completely, of demons and monsters, that they lived and loved carelessly and to the fullest and if anything, Magnus found that horribly wonderful.

So when it came to the stage in their lives where Magnus and Alec had come to terms with the unshakable fact that there would be no one in their lives but each other, Magnus looked for ways that were perfect enough in both their intention and presentation to ask Alec Lightwood to marry him. Magnus had watched innumerable episodes of reality tv shows and angsty movies alike to know by now at least seven different ways of proposing. There was the ‘propose at the top of a roller coaster’ option, but Alec was terrified of roller coasters though he’d never admit it, and the 'gather the whole family on a national holiday and set up a public spectacle’ option but for one, he’d seen that one go downhill and end up in public embarrassment too many times when the significant other said 'no’ and second, Alec wasn’t fond of public declarations of undying love. At the end, what was utterly them, and said 'stay-home date, good food and a private evening to themselves’ was the notorious hide-the-ring-in-dessert tradition. Alec loved it when Magnus cooked instead of magically conjured food and everything else was too uncharacteristic of them anyway, so Magnus planned the night of his life.

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Stolen Sweethearts

Pairing: Expensive Headphones (Rich x Michael)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2801

A/N: Okay! This fic is kind weird, it skips around time a lot (from during and after the events in the musical, this is mostly post musical) but please enjoy! Likes are appreciated, reblogs are loved, and nice tags and comments literally make my day! 💖

Jeremy wasn’t so sure when he had realized that he had feelings for his long-time best friend; it was after he and Christine had been dating for a couple of months, he just woke up one day and realized that he’d much rather be holding Michael’s hand and  spending long nights on the phone with him talking video games rather than theatre with Christine. It came to him like a smack in the face- he had spent so long trying to gain the affection of Christine Canigula, and suddenly he’d much rather be with his gay best friend. It wasn’t that he was unhappy or that he didn’t like her- he enjoyed her very much, it’s just that he didn’t want to date her. That was okay, right?

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“I want to see you.”

“Well, it’s no much to see, Sassenach,” he said, with an uncertain laugh. “But whatever it is, it’s yours—if ye want it.” 

He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor, then leaned back on the palms of his hands, displaying his body. 

I didn’t know quite what I had been expecting. In fact, the sight of his naked body took my breath away. He was still tall, of course, and beautifully made, the long bones of his body sleek with muscle, elegant with strength. He glowed in the candlelight, as though the light came from within him. 

He had changed, of course, but the change was subtle; as though he had been put into an oven and baked to a hard finish. He looked as though both muscle and skin had drawn in just a bit, grown closer to the bone, so he was more tightly knit; he had never seemed gawky, but the last hint of boyish looseness had vanished. 

His skin had darkened slightly, to a pale gold, burned to bronze on face and throat, paling down the length of his body to a pure white, tinged with blue veins, in the hollow of his thighs. His pubic hair stood out in a ferocious auburn bush, and it was quite obvious that he had not been lying; he did want me, and very badly. 

My eyes met his, and his mouth quirked suddenly. 

“I did say once I would be honest with ye, Sassenach.” 

I laughed, feeling tears sting my eyes at the same time, a rush of confused emotion surging up in me. 

“So did I.” I reached toward him, hesitant, and he took my hand. The strength and warmth of it were startling, and I jerked slightly. Then I tightened my grasp, and he rose to his feet, facing me. 

We stood still then, awkwardly hesitating. We were intensely aware of each other—how could we not be? It was quite a small room, and the available atmosphere was completely filled with a charge like static electricity, almost strong enough to be visible. I had a feeling of empty-bellied terror, like the sort you get at the top of a roller coaster. 

“Are you as scared as I am?” I finally said, sounding hoarse to my own ears. 

He looked me over carefully, and raised one eyebrow. 

“I dinna think I can be,” he said. “You’re covered wi’ gooseflesh. Are ye scairt, Sassenach, or only cold?” 

“Both,” I said, and he laughed. 

“Get in, then,” he said. He released my hand and bent to turn back the quilt. 

I didn’t stop shaking when he slid under the quilt beside me, though the heat of his body was a physical shock. 

“God, you’re not cold!” I blurted. I turned toward him, and the warmth of him shimmered against my skin from head to toes. Instinctively drawn, I pressed close against him, shivering. I could feel my nipples tight and hard against his chest, and the sudden shock of his naked skin against my own. 

He laughed a little uncertainly. “No, I’m not. I suppose I must be afraid, aye?” His arms came around me, gently, and I touched his chest, feeling hundreds of tiny goose bumps spring up under my fingertips, among the ruddy curling hairs. 

“When we were afraid of each other before,” I whispered, “on our wedding night—you held my hands. You said it would be easier if we touched.” 

He made a small sound as my fingertip found his nipple. 

“Aye, I did,” he said, sounding breathless. “Lord, touch me like that again.” His hands tightened suddenly, holding me against him. 

“Touch me,” he said again softly, “and let me touch you, my Sassenach.” His hand cupped me, stroking, touching, and my breast lay taut and heavy in his palm. I went on trembling, but now he was doing it, too. 

“When we wed,” he whispered, his breath warm against my cheek, “and I saw ye there, so bonny in your white dress—I couldna think of anything but when we’d be alone, and I could undo your laces and have ye naked, next to me in the bed.” 

“Do you want me now?” I whispered, and kissed the sunburned flesh in the hollow above his collarbone. His skin was faintly salty to the taste, and his hair smelled of woodsmoke and pungent maleness. 

He didn’t answer, but moved abruptly, so I felt the hardness of him, stiff against my belly.

Give the People What They Want

here’s my first fic of the seven that are going up this week!

An accidental like on Twitter brings Dan more than he bargained for.

“Hey guys! I’m joined today by Dan, and we’re going to be doing the chapstick challenge!”

aka the one where Dan and Phil try to do the chapstick challenge and it doesn’t exactly go as planned

words: 2.8k

tags: chapstick challenge, friends to lovers, fluff, making out, slight grinding but no real smut

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blankets | drabble

◦ pairing: reader x jungkook

◦ rating: pg [fluff]

◦ word count: ~960

◦ request: could you do a fluffy jungkook scenario where the reader and him both secretly like each other, and one night they have to share a bed due to the lack of space? no smut please just fluff ^_^

m a s t e r l i s t

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” he offered, scratching the back of his head with discomfort. You were his guest, and there was no way he could let you drive in this snowstorm. There was already at least a foot piled up outside, blanketing the entire town in a heavy white softness. It was a quiet world outside, subdued by the overwhelming amount of snowflakes pouring from the sky. Your car was positively stuck in the driveway and there wasn’t a chance in hell that anyone would be out to shovel anything any time soon.

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This felt like the way you get nervous right before something exciting happens-the moment when you’re balanced on the top of the roller coaster, the hush before the surprise party, the second after the diving board but before the water, when you can close your eyes and imagine, for just a second, that you’re flying. The feeling that good things were coming, almost here, any moment now.
—  Morgan Matson, Since you’ve been gone


The Riddler has a gift for The Penguin.

The Riddler swaggers through the door, cane twirling, tipping his hat to the guards and making his way into the Iceberg Lounge without so much as a second glance. Knowledge is his trade, after all, and there did not yet exist a better location in Gotham to put one’s finger on the heartbeat of its criminal underbelly.

Ed is not here on business, not technically, anyways. Today, it’s personal. He sits at the bar, cane hooked over his arm, noting the new tender. He’s handsome, hair slicked back and suited up in an immaculate tux, as are all the men who work here. It’s almost as if the attire of the staff was designed with the intention of making Ed hot under the collar (despite the wintery theme).

In a way, he isn’t wrong.

He orders a martini from the young man behind the bar and scowls when it’s delivered to him. Glancing over his shoulder at Oswald’s usual booth, he waits until the Penguin meets his gaze. It doesn’t take long.

Ed waggles his brows and shoots a meaningful look at the bartender. He can perfectly recall the exasperated sigh Oswald is making, even though he can’t hear it from this distance. Oswald excuses himself from the table, shaking hands with the woman he was speaking with. She gets up and walks away.

Good. Oswald has a minute, then.

“He’s new, isn’t he,” Ed says. It’s more of a statement than a question. Oswald rolls his eyes, gesturing for the bartender to come over.

“Mr. Nygma is very particular about his martinis,” Oswald says.

“The optimal gin dilution occurs at around 30 to 35 percent,” Ed interjects.

The poor kid looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

“May, I, Ozzie?” he asks, already leaning his cane against the bar and heading around.

“Of course,” Oswald says, making a sarcastic sweeping gesture.

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