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“Baby Stark”

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: After returning to New York, Tony is greeted with surprising news that has potential to change his life.

A/N: another one from draft-purgatory. lol i’ve never written for tony stark, and i i struggle to capture his swaggering tone. however, but i thought it would be fun to write for a slightly softer tony stark.

His elbows resting on the metal railing surrounding the large helicopter landing pad, Tony Stark skims his eyes over the beautiful aerial view of Manhattan. A relaxed smile perks onto his lips as the familiar clamor of the concrete jungle sinks in. “It’s good to be back,” he hums to himself, taking in the majestic view carved around the Avengers Tower.

After rapping his knuckles against the metal railing, Tony saunters down the glass walkway leading into the tower, the eery silence reminding him that everyone is on a mission. He’s about to greet F.R.I.D.A.Y. when a smile enters his view, one that he isn’t expecting.

She sits on the counter of the bar, her legs elegantly crossed despite the restrictive nature of her pencil skirt. The sunlight streams into the room through the glass windows, creating a natural glow about her. A coy smile perks onto her lips as Tony’s drinks her in, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as his eyes dance up her legs and body. She’s the most alluring girl he’d ever seen -he’d thought so two years ago when they first met, and he still thinks so now- and it’s one of the many reasons why he’s infatuated with her.

“I thought I told you not to wait for me,” He grins, glad that she ignored his request.

“I couldn’t wait until dinner, and I wanted to be here when you arrived. Is that such a crime?” (Y/N) hops off the counter and saunters towards him. She cups his cheek in a way that makes Tony feel like he’s the only person in the world.

“Well, counselor, I recommend -” His words are cut off as (Y/N) yanks the lapels of his jacket to bring his face towards her for a kiss. Tony laughs against her lips, but the laugh quickly gets drowned out by a rough growl as she lightly bites his lower lip. A smile creeps in around the edges of her kiss as she slides her hands down his muscular back. A nip of teeth, a glide of tongue, and she easily has him under her spell.

It’s only a matter of time when the need for oxygen brings the kiss to an end. Tony gently knocks his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to always bring up a counterargument, because baby, I could get used to that,” he drawls.

(Y/N) laughs, a devilish glint lighting up her eyes. “Welcome back to New York, Mr. Stark. It’s been a while.” Her hand dangerously inch south as she brings his ear to her lips. “That was a little preview of what’s going to happen tonight.”

He feigns exasperation as (Y/N) playfully smacks his ass but twirls out of his arms before he can do anything. A low noise escapes his throat as she shoots him a sexy smile over her shoulder while kicking off her “ball-busting stilettos”, as she calls them.

Tony leans against the wall and watches (Y/N)’s shadow dance in the glow of the sun. Two years into the relationship, and he still gets butterflies. His fun, beautiful girlfriend, the skyline of the most magical city in America, wonderful weather - his life is perfect and Tony wishes it would stay this way for a long time.

“As much as I love pencil skirts, I need to change,” (Y/N) announces. “I have workout pants in my bag, but could I borrow a shirt or sweater?”

“Baby, at this point, you’ve stolen over half of my comfortable clothes. Why do you even bother asking?”

(Y/N) smirks and plants a kiss on his cheek before sashaying towards the door of Tony’s private apartment. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. “T, I have something to tell you.“

"Mmhmm,” Tony hums, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“I probably should have told you, but I was kind of scared of how you would react. I thought it would be wise to tell you when you were back in New York.” She hesitates for a bit, her fingertips drumming against the doorframe. “Promise not to freak?” she asks, a slightly icy look glazing her eyes.

A small alarm rings in his head, but Tony maintains a calm expression. “I promise. Did you max out my credit card?” he jokes.

(Y/N) rolls her eyes but relaxes a bit, which pleases Tony. “No, and I never will.”

“My wallet thanks you, baby. But what’s up?”

“Tony.” She swallows. “How do you feel about becoming a dad?”

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Even though it nearly drowned us in angst, we have to appreciate how healthy that conversation actually was.

“I swear to you, I wanted to tell you, I tried. And then you found that ring and I just couldn’t bear to ruin that happiness.” 

~ he doesn’t dance around it, goes right for the truth, explains the situation and why he chose to act the way he did; that it was coming from a place of love.

“How could you do this?” 

~ she asks with shock, and hurt. He doesn’t know what she’s talking about at first - he thinks she’s talking about killing her grandpa but what she’s really talking about is burning his own memories. The way she says it with a hint of concern, like even though she’s mad, she’s hurting for him because if he’s gonna resort to such drastic measures, this must be eating him up inside.

“I’ve been asking myself the same question, and all I can say is that I was a broken man for a very long time and I did horrendous things..” 

~ THIS! LINE! IS! SO! IMPORTANT! Because he was a broken man and the fact that he recognizes that his deeds were horrendous proves how much he’s changed. And the fact that he’s sharing with her that he knows he was broken - ugh. Beautiful. 

“I’m not talking about that I’m talking about this. You were about to burn your own memories why would you do that?” 

~ Here the concern for him is even more prominent in her tone. It almost sounds like she’s going to cry. She’s so concerned that he was going to burn some part of his past, because she loves every part of him, including his wrongdoings. 

“Because I was ashamed, Emma. And scared losing you and everything that matters to me.” 

~ She is everything to him. He is terrified of losing her. Do I even need to say more like omg.

“You really think that would happen after everything we’ve been through?” 

~ this is her having 100% confidence in what they have. They have made it through darkness and DEATH, and that proved to her that together they can do anything. She’s surprised and hurt that he doesn’t feel the same way. Why doesn’t he? is what she’s she’s wondering.

“How am I supposed to sit across from your mother and father at the table and look them in the eye after what I’ve done?” 

~ He’s letting her know how guilty he feels. How he’s terrified he’ll be rejected. They’re just laying all their feelings on the table and it’s so healthy I can’t even 

“I’m not saying it would be easy. You know them, you know they would forgive you, that’s who they are.” 

~ She’s validating his feelings, saying yes, it will be a big hurdle. But then she also reassures him that he is loved so much but not just her, and that nothing he does or says will get him kicked out of their lives. Ever. 

“This isn’t just about them, this is about me. I already destroyed my own family once and that was hard enough but knowing that I destroyed yours too, I just…I didn’t know how I could live with that.” 

~ YESSSSSS Killian. This is about you. And that is perfectly okay like it is 1000000% okay for you to worry about yourself instead of everyone else (including Emma) for once. You need to heal and this is the way to start, by telling the woman that you love that this is how you feel and where your head is at. Good job precious pirate good job! 

“You come to me Hook, and you lean on me, and you trust ME!” 

~ Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the knife-in-the-gut line. The most beautiful line in my opinion. Cause it came from the mouth of Emma Swan, who spent her life leaning on no one. Who, after Neal, had a necklace that she wore to remind her never to trust ANYONE. And now she has a life partner that she trusts so completely and has leaned on countless, countless times (When she was watching her mother die, when she almost froze to death, when she was confused about Lily, when she was mad at her parents, all throughout Camelot, when she admitted she wanted a future but was scared, when she was in the underworld and had a scary vision, like a million bazillion times she’s gone to him and leaned on him) and now all she wants is to return the favour for him. And frankly she’s devastated that he doesn’t feel like he can lean on her. Like he is my rock, why aren’t I his? is what is going through her mind. ASDFGHJKL.

“We have to stop hiding things from each other.” 

~ She doesn’t just blame him, she knows she’s hid things from him before too and might some day do it again. They both need to stop in order for this to work.

“The man I fell in love with would know that. You would know that we would do things together.” 

~ Telling him that this together thing all originated from him. She fell in love with him because he earned her trust, but never took the lead from her; they always worked together as a team. Together. And all she wants is for them to be doing that now (and for the rest of their lives)

“Emma–” 

~ the way he splutters it. He’s so in love with her and wants to kiss her for saying these soulful things. She’s opening up to him and pouring out her soul and telling him she loves him in a poetic, wordy way, which is NOT her specialty. But at the same time his heart is aching. He’s done the last thing he wants to do in life. He’s hurt her. Fuck. 

“That is what I agreed to marry. That is what I thought we were together.”

 ~ Again, emphasis on the together, two halves of a whole. And telling him the reason she wanted to marry him so badly - because she feels safe with him. She can trust him. She can lean on him. And she thought she was that for him, too. And if she’s not? Well, they need to fix that before they can move forward.

“Until you’re ready for that..” *removes ring* “Then we can talk.” 

~ A bit of tough love, but it’s for his own good. She is NOT rejecting him or breaking up with him or some bullshit like that. Their love means more than that. She’s just telling him “Hey. I love you. And I am so, so ready to marry you. But I want our engagement to be happy and pure. And it is anything but happy and pure right now. So until we figure this out, take this back. And work through your feelings. And if you need me, I will be right here.” 

Like. GUYS. I am NOT here for angst but I am SO HERE FOR THIS PORTRAYAL OF WHAT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP SHOULD BE LIKE. 

SIGN. ME. UP. 

When You Come Home (Epilogue)

Part OneTwo, Three12 Days

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: The real finale.

Warnings: Just have fun, honestly.

Word Count: 12,303

AN:

Wow, you guys. That’s seriously all we can say. Like man, it’s been an adventure of a lifetime, lemme just say that. I mean, we can’t believe we wrote this entire thing (and that alone was so much fun, holy moly), but the fact that you guys enjoyed it?

We’re seriously so emotional. You guys have no idea.

Thank you so much to all of you that joined us on this journey. It’s been such an honor to receive such incredible, touching compliments on a daily basis, and we can’t stress how much we truly love you. Our hearts are so full of love for each and every one of you, and we’re so grateful to have been able to share a part of our hearts (and insanity) with you.

I can’t tell you how much yelling has been going on behind the scenes– Well, I’m sure y’all could imagine, but take whatever you’re imagining and multiply it by ten thousand. All of this yelling has been because of all of you (this is supposed to be a sweet sentiment, just take it, we’re hoarse, omg).

Again, thank you so much for your support, kindness, and love. We love you all so much. Thank you for making us two very happy dorky nerds. You’re all so amazing.

And so it’s with great pleasure that we present to you the epilogue.

- Team GTNW -

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As much as you wanted to jump right into the next chapter of your life with the absolute love of your life, you knew it was best to let time run its course. The two of you decided to spend some time apart to just let things rest for a while, to regroup and think about what comes next, to prepare for the journey that was to come.

You’d both come to the agreement that you’d spend the next two months living your own lives, submerging yourselves back in the mundanity of work, giving the universe a much needed break (or rather, maybe the universe needed to give you guys a break).

That was the plan. Except two weeks after your reunion on the fire escape, your phone dinged with a new text message.

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alright so i know i ought to take a break for the sake of my own health at this point (and by health i mean skincare cause yall give me acne) but i’m terrible at shutting up. so one last thing:

the fact that the majority of you seem to think that me speaking out against the bullshit and micro-aggressive behavior black girls like me have to face in this fandom is simply more ammo to ‘defend yourself against’ in this stupid ship war is truly hilarious, but also infuriating.

me saying that kallura is not the worst thing in the world is me defending ALLURA, my favorite character in this show, first and foremost.

princess allura is a black girl character unlike one i have ever seen in mainstream media before.

~ i go into detail about that here and this same topic was even discussed in a ‘black girl nerds’ article here 

but anyone who knows me, and follows my other sideblog fuckin knows that i’d been hoping to see keith and lance be happy boyfriends in a wholesome and romantic relationship on screen since before this fandom could decide on a ship name for them. i’m fuckin GAY, you weirdos. no duh i understand how groundbreaking klance being canon would be. it’d mean the sun and the moon to non-straight people of color everywhere, including my own damn self.

but the fact is that this fandom took the wonderful concept that is “klance” and perverted it and toxified it AND have been using faux progressive arguments to use this ship as a reason to shit on allura — who again, is a character that means a lot to black and brown girls in this fandom for myriads of reasons. so yes, fuck all of you from the bottom of my gay black girl heart 💞 !!

and i don’t speak for any other black girl but myself, so if you’re mad about this perspective take it up with me, you cowards. don’t bother any other black girls in this fandom, my inbox is open.

kallura may never be canon. who fuckin knows. who fuckin cares. neither will some of the few truly wholesome ships in this hell fandom like hunk x keith or hunk x lance or nyma x shay. does it really fuckin matter? as long as the ship isn’t normalizing abuse or pedophilia, let people ship what they want. god.

and no, kallura is not toxic, you guys can’t even decide why you hate it. and that’s exactly what this post is about.

i defend kallura occasionally on this blog solely because this is an ALLURA BLOG. and kallura is the one ship involving allura that actually has some potential to happen on screen. if you want to reduce everything i say as me participating in your dumbass ship war, then go ahead. i couldn’t spare one fuck.

anyway. popular anti-kallura arguments and my response to them all under the cut. all in one tidy text post for easy consumption — screencaps included cause i’m a perfectionist and i want all my posts to look nice ^^

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anonymous asked:

what is ur opinion of the Harry Potter books?

Well, Anon, I was going to say “I have read them” and leave that at that but all aboard the tangent train because here comes a long-winded explanation.

As an adult, I definitely see problems in the books; some in terms of plot, many in terms of relationships, and a few in terms of what I perceive to be an oversimplification of concepts with regard to morality that should be far more nuanced than they are. I do often wish Harry had stayed 17, and that Joanne would stop ruining things. If I had a hundred years to spend on this ask, I’d tell you about which characters I thought deserved redemption or my thoughts on whether JKR really had any idea what she was doing when it came to unrequited love. 

But as a child/teenager, I was wholly, completely, and ardently captivated by the books, and I think that’s what’s more important to point out. When I first picked up Sorcerer’s Stone (yes, I’m in the colonies, I know, how dare I), it was a weird book about a boy with a weird name that my step-grandmother who shops at rare book stores happened to pick up for me (and this was a time in my life when I was the odd bookish kid who walked around reading instead of playing at recess, so this was just destiny at a glance.)

But anyway, this is what I remember from when I was actually reading the books:

  • Harry was a Gryffindor, so I was a Gryffindor, too. We were all Gryffindors. Gryffindors were the best. The shit, if you will. 
  • This was before “what house are you” and long before you could buy apparel to go with it; when I went to hot topic (back when it was a scary goth store, remember that?) I only had the option of gryffindor merch. I have a gryffindor quidditch captain shirt and a shirt with the gryffindor crest (and a slug club shirt but that’s neither here nor there) but anyway where was I
  • Ah yes, the point is, I wanted Gryffindor to win the house cup. EVERY YEAR. As an adult I think it’s super unfair that Dumbles screwed everyone over with what is frankly a tyrannical lack of quantitative basis for point appropriation but at one time, Gryffindor winning was legitimately very important to me. I wanted Gryffindor to win, and, perhaps even more importantly, I wanted Slytherin to LOSE, because I was a child and so was Harry 
    • (imagine my surprise when as an adult I weigh my recklessness and insatiable need for confrontation against my raving ambition only to find myself wondering how the hell the test keeps coming up Ravenclaw)
  • I used to read and re-read the books under the covers at night with a flashlight when I was supposed to be sleeping. I vividly remember that one such night was the occasion upon which Harry first tried butterbeer in book 3. I remember thinking it sounded like the most amazing thing I had ever heard of and wishing with every ounce of my tiny beating heart that I could taste it
    • and FYI, nobody has ever understood this, but when I had butterbeer at universal studios I actually had to stop myself from crying because I couldn’t believe I was actually tasting it
    • i’m honestly fighting tears right now because you don’t know how much of my life Harry Potter was there for. He was the one thing/person I could always count on, and the butterbeer irl wasn’t as good as I imagined but it was still fucking amazing to actually hold it in my hands I just - I can’t even ugh moving on
  • For 5.87 books, Draco Malfoy was the living WORST and I was glad hermione slapped him, and I will probably always hate Millicent Bulstrode tbh for very similar reasons. 
    • yeah yeah people change whatever but she still tried to beat up Hermione at least twice and that bridge is burnt
  • I wanted to cry when Umbridge took Harry off the quidditch team. That, to me, was more devastating than any of the character deaths. Seriously. I’m serious. I LOVED quidditch and I loved even more that Harry was so good at it, and her taking that away from him - the thing he was good at, more than just being the boy who lived, and the thing that made him feel his father would be proud - absolutely broke my heart

so I don’t know where I’m going here but the point is I love these books. I love this world. I feel the need now to tinker with it, to play with it, to fuck it up entirely sometimes because it is, no doubt about it, very much imperfect. 

But I know the moment I open a page (and find it dog-eared with something fourteen year old me felt important to come back to) that the only thing that matters is that I grew up with Harry Potter, and so I will love him for all of time.

My interpretation of the Black Sails series finale

Why do I feel like Flint being reunited with Thomas is his version of the afterlife? I mean looking at the same (or simular) grey-ish cinematography, just like the death dreams Flint had about Miranda. On the other hand the flashbacks had the same cinematography as well. And Flint’s reunion with Thomas not being true would mean that Silver lied to Madi and even though I guess that is the only thing he considered worth lying about, because he was concerned for her life, it still feels purposely vague. If it is true, then I am happy for Thomas, but not Flint. I will stand by that sentiment. I guess the ambiguity of it all is fitting and in true TI fashion? It just saddens me that Madi never got to see the other side of Flint, the monster, because if she did, she wouldn’t be so defensive about him. There is SO MUCH Madi hasn’t witnessed. Will she ever know? Will she ever truly know? The lives he ruined? The countless of people he betrayed because of his extreme selfishness? All the lying, the deceit, the secretiveness etc. Forcing men to do his bidding by inciting fear through terror. The monster he created in Billy because of it? Will she ever know that Flint just wanted to watch the world burn? And how tragic an end for Billy to be the one end up marooned, knowing it is Flint’s actions that led him to that point.

That fight scene was really hard to get through, like it legit took me over ten pauses or something, because ugh, I was really hurting for both sides. I think it’s so hard for Madi to hear what Silver has done, on the one hand, ofcourse, because the man you trusted the most, love the most, the one you believe to be completely on your side, the only one you can be truely vulnerable with, was the one who took away the one thing you wanted the most, fought for the most. But most importantely, he planned it, which means he knowingly didn’t let her in on it. They usually tell each other everything, they’re a duo, a team, so for him to leave her completely out on such a huge decision must’ve come completely out of left field. Don’t forget, Madi is a proud woman, she is used to being in control, managing and deciding the situation. On the other hand I also think it’s hard for her to hear, because if she’s to admit to herself that what Silver told her about Flint is true, that would mean she’d had to admit to herself she too made the mistake of putting her trust in Flint. And that must be something incredibally difficult to make peace with. Madi is a fighter by nature, she has a very restless spirit knowing the practice of slavery is still thriving, and the brutalizations inflicted on it’s victims are still happening. I think, next to Silver’s “betrayal”, Madi was crying because of so many other things (her cause “failing”, humiliation and her pride being wounded, being outvoted by her own people about the treaty, the loneliness of being the only one who wants more for her people and the world, feeling like no one is in your corner, feeling like you’re not being taken seriously, not being used to be undermind in this way or at all etc.), but ultimatily underneed it al I think she was crying because of this very deep seaded frustration of knowing that, because of the colour of your skin, you can’t EVER go wherever you wanna go because the world only views you as a slave and nothing more. They don’t care that you’re so much more than that, they only care about how hard you can work to make them money. Just like Silver always wanted to find someone to see and love him for he is, Madi wants the world to see and accept her for who she is. To let her truely live free in it. This is what she always wanted for herself and her people. To not have that, is like living in a mental prison. And for someone who is that brave and is so curious about the world and has such an adventurous spirit, that must be terrifying.“She wasn’t made to be hidden away from the world”. It’s like, because she was born free, she’s thinking; I have this privilege, this luxury of being fearless, because I didn’t face oppression. Therefore I’m strong enough to take on the weight of the goddamn world, to take on the weight of all the ghosts of the people who died in chains and to take on the weight of the ones who are living in chains now. But the problem is, she is only one person, and that’s a colossal burden for one person to bare.

But Silver has been living in that world, therefore has seen more of it, is literally shaped by it (which made it easier for him to be on Julius level of understanding) so he knows the scope of the enemy she wants to defeat is so much bigger and larger then she can comprehend. He’s like: Madi I love you, with all my heart, I really do, but I’m not gonna let you continue to carry this unhumanly immense burden, I’m gonna save you from yourself and if you’ll hate me for it so fucking be it. Silver has never been apolitical imo, because if you would ask him what he wanted to see different in the world, I have no doubt he’ll have an entire list of answers. He’s a pacifist at heart, doesn’t always act like one, reluctantly, but he is. He is down to fight for the right cause, just not in the destructive way Flint intended and Madi wanted to follow. And he’s happy for it, because it means he didn’t turn into Flint. Sidenote: Look at Silver’s eyes throughout all his emotional scenes, only his eyes, the sincerity and emotion he evokes with just his eyes when he speaks, Lord, they’re so communicative.


I remember Luke Arnold saying in an interview that Silver became a man trying to do right by Madi’s mother and her people, because of his love for her. So him caring about Madi meant him caring about her people and her cause by default (freeing slaves, not the violence or war that required it). The Similarities between him and Julius are also undeniable. How many times have we heard Silver questioning this war, not just because of Madi, but also because the casualties it would undoubtedly take. When they finally defeated Eleanor in taking over Nassau, Silver pretty quickly told Flint that he didn’t expect it all to happen so violently and chaotic. Even Dooley was shook.“ But Flint continued with his, it’s al normal and part of it in the beginning. Silver “admired” his optimism. This was BEFORE his one on one with Billy. And in episode 9 when Silver long put his exit strategy in place, he questioned Flint again on his war; What next? After all the chaos and distruction? Did you actually think this shit through? And again with all the downplaying and romantizing the outcome.

In a way Flint, a mad man with no intentions of fighting for the same cause (but probably even convinced himself that he was), was Madi’s only hope to realize her dream to fight all this injustice and oppression and to actually prevail in it, and that is just so very tragic. It makes me so angry that Flint gave her all this false hope that they could win. I hope she finds an other way, a better way to fight for this cause, her cause.

Okay, now that scene with the scared cook was such a good callback, because it makes you pause and reflect again on how far this Silver is from the man who he used to be in the first episode of season 1. That was just downright CHILLING, from the menacing “Are you a fucking coward?” to the terrified man telling him that he was just the cook, which made Silver stop in his tracks for a second (and probably realize how ironic it is that he of all people called him a coward). And when he screamed “IS SHE STILL ALIVE??!!!”. All of that was some straight up LJS. Man I am still astounded by the profound change this man has went through throughout this entire story. And I just knew that in whatever state he was gonna find Madi in he was gonna be absolutely gutted and heartbroken. I was completely with him through all his emotions, from the absolute fear of being too late and the devistating grief and disbelief of her possibly not being alive after all, to the snapping out of it when she turns her head towards him. God I just love how Silver always breaks down and changes from LJS the pirate to just John Silver, the person, the man, when he sees her, it’s downright magical. She’s just so incredibally precious and invaluable to him. When he held her head and pressed is head to her head, in that moment they both didn’t need to be strong anymore and Silver sat there like he was already home and never wanted to leave.

In their last scene Madi looked like she was finally ready for that first conversation since their fight, like she was ready to dip her toes in the Silver pool again and talk to him, not fight. And I admire her for it, because it shows that despite what he did, she was able to acknowledge why he did it. It speaks of true character on her part. I hope that she realizes and will come to appreciate that her alliance did have a big impact and that she did make a difference by creating the opportunity for the slave communities in Nassau to escape and aiding a big part of them to making it to Maroon Island. But also causing the mobilization of the Maroon leaders from other island communities who were inspired by what her alliance achieved and might pick up where she left off. The defeat of Rogers which allowed for Featherstone and Max to take over, two people I’d much rather deal with regarding resources from Nassau then Rogers. And yes, the treaty that guaranteed safety for the largly growing community on her island, that too. The abolition of slavery took milions of tiny and big steps throughout history, because it was that difficult to defeat. Even if the alliance could’ve achieved such an impossible feat, then it would still take a really long time for things to get better for Black people. But I get it, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes and Madi is a really curious woman. In the end Madi has started to found her way back to Silver and that is all that matters to me. Silver, I swear to God, his stubborn faith in the power of his love for Madi and his unwavering dedication to her, uggh. I understand Madi’s anger completely, but I still love that Silver did what he did. That deep, passionate, emotional and intense connection that these two have, I’ve never seen anything like it portrayed this way on television. Realistic, organic and true, despite being such opposites on the inside and out, not giving a shit what the world thought of them daring to see each other for who they truly are. I swear, Romeo and Juliet could never! I’m really gonna miss them.

So yeah, I ugly cried a lot this episode because Madi and Silver are such painfully HEARTBREAKING characters, in who they are, what they went through and everything they stand for. All in all, this episode left me semi-satisfied / semi-conflicted, because there are still some emotional bruises for our couple and not everyone got their due imo.

I loved the way they ended the episode, because it didn’t feel like an ending. Just because this was the last episode of this show, just because Madi and Silver settled down or Flint is “gone”, it doesn’t mean the story is over. And the intro to Mary Read, I kinda screamed, because at first it was clear you heard a woman’s voice, cut to her face, then I thought: Jim Hawkins? Because she so specifically asked about LJS. Then I immediately thought, naaah, waaay too soon into the story. So the only thing I was left with was that actually made sense was Mary Read, because not only did she sound like a woman, but her boyish looks gave her away as well (Hence I thought she was Jim for a sec.). And when she introduced herself as “Mark” Read I was like OMG I knew it! The show introduced her character anywaaay (because the creators said they wanted to earlier in the show or at least thought about it, but eventually thought better of it in the end). And the way Anne immediately disregards her, boooy if she only knew, the two of you are in for a treat lol.

a few reflections on Jane and Kurt in 2.20

1. 

Originally posted by mrsfefeninja

2. This was a really really really good episode. I mean it was an almost flawless episode. And that means the Jeller was also flawless.

3. But how can you say that, Yas? Didn’t you see how horrible things are now between them? Yes, yes I saw. But still this is good.

4. This is as good as the “more than anything” scene. There I said it.

5. Why am I writing this in a numbered list? There is absolutely no reason for me to be doing this.

6. And yet here we are… but yes, Jeller. Oh the Jeller. In all their angsty angsty beauty.

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Not Even Close (Romanoff/Maximoff x reader)

Request:  So awhile back you said you would consider writing a poly relationship, so what about wanda x nat x reader or stucky x reader where the team puts a bet on the to see who is dating and the mess with the rest of the team? @tatortot2701

“I’m telling you, Nat and Clint are together,” Sam urged, “look at ‘em.  There’s no way that two people who spend as much time together as they do haven’t bumped uglies.”

“Jesus,” Tony coughed, spitting his morning coffee across the kitchen table, with a good amount of it spraying all over Steve.  He stood quickly and crossed the room to grab a towel, hurrying to wipe the liquid from his white button down shirt before the color could set in.  “You can’t say shit like that when my mouth’s full.”

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MUSICAL SENTENCE STARTERS.
  • ❝ Uh, do whatever you want, I'm super dead! ❞
  • ❝ You have a symmetrical face. If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important. ❞
  • ❝ Ring ring, hello? Oh, hold on, it's for you - it's second place. ❞
  • ❝ You know that I ain't bragging. ❞
  • ❝ I'm reading this from Wikipedia, so it has to be true. ❞
  • ❝ Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot. ❞
  • ❝ I bet I've got til lunch at least before everyone sees I'm a spaz! ❞
  • ❝ I'm not very hungry - just gimme a double Polar Burger with everything and a cherry soda with chocolate ice cream. ❞
  • ❝ Missed your midterms and flunked shampoo! ❞
  • ❝ Hey turn around, bend over, I'll show you where my shoe fits. ❞
  • ❝ Is that unfair? -- Oh wait, I don't care. ❞
  • ❝ The truth is that you're such a dork, you kinda make it cool. ❞
  • ❝ We got more balls than the team we cheer for! ❞
  • ❝ Miss Goody Two Shoes makes me wanna barf. ❞
  • ❝ Even mocking cheerleaders cannot hide the emptiness in my soul. ❞
  • ❝ They're dogs! No! Lower than that, they're fleas on dogs! ❞
  • ❝ I'm a trust fund baby, you can trust me. ❞
  • ❝ The dinosaurs choked on the dust, they died because God said they must. ❞
  • ❝ Happy kitties, sleepy puppies, tiny duckies, sparkly ponies... ❞
  • ❝ My teen angst bullshit has a body count. ❞
  • ❝ Give my love to the leprechauns. ❞
  • ❝ I thought you were a spoiled, rich, uptight little white bitch now I think you're just white. ❞
  • ❝ I am tired of living alone with my cat! ❞
  • ❝ You drink a lot of Red Bull, don't you? ❞
  • ❝ If I get blood on the carpet my mother will kill me. ❞
  • ❝ Some say that I'm a pompous creep - somehow I don't lose that much sleep. ❞
  • ❝ Such a blunder. Sometimes it makes me wonder why I even bring the thunder. ❞
  • ❝ Shakin' at the high school hop. ❞
  • ❝ I've got lots of experience with not fitting in. Do you need some pointers? ❞
  • ❝ Ugh. You've got a left hand, use it. ❞
  • ❝ Showing up here took some guts, time to rip 'em out. ❞
  • ❝ Keep that pelvis far from me! ❞
  • ❝ Thanks, but I don't need voices in my head today. ❞
  • ❝ You don't wanna hear all the horny details. ❞
  • ❝ I gotta go get my asthma spray... ❞
  • ❝ Your perfume smells like your daddy's got money. ❞
  • ❝ Does your mommy know you eat all this crap? ❞
  • ❝ Jesus, you're making me sound like Air Supply. ❞
  • ❝ Language, honey child, please. ❞
  • ❝ Like a beautiful blonde pineapple. ❞
  • ❝ I don't rat my hair! ❞
  • ❝ My dog speaks more eloquently than thee. ❞
  • ❝ Damn, you're in worse shape than the national debt is in. ❞
  • ❝ You're my last meal on death row. ❞
  • ❝ I've got a big butt, well so what? It's good as any other! ❞
  • ❝ I led a protest march against insensitive cartoons! ❞
  • ❝ Some people are SO touchy. ❞
  • ❝ Mama gave birth to the hand-jive. ❞
  • ❝ It's hot in here and kinda smells like someone wet the bed... ❞
  • ❝ Oh... I wanted to answer the puppy question? ❞
  • ❝ You're absolutely right - should have shot him in the mouth, that would've shut him up. ❞
  • ❝ I haven't slept since 1992. ❞
  • ❝ Malum in se is an action evil in itself. Assault, murder, white shoes after labor day. ❞
  • ❝ You need a cite a more specific grievance. Here's an itemized list of all these years of diagreements. ❞
  • ❝ Donate my car to crippled kids, or to those ghetto moms on crack. ❞
  • ❝ I'm, like, gonna cry - I got tears comin' outta my nose! ❞
  • ❝ Keep your filthy paws off of my silky drawers. ❞
  • ❝ Color me stoked. ❞
  • ❝ Yo, who the f is this? ❞
  • ❝ You've got the best friggin shoes! ❞
  • ❝ Keep it positive as you slap her to the floor! ❞
  • ❝ Come on! Let's go krunkin' in the parking lot! ❞
  • ❝ I've come of age to be a raging castrating bitch! ❞
  • ❝ I'll be Socrates throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities. ❞
  • ❝ Really stick it to the phallocentric war machine! ❞
  • ❝ Must we all descend into madness? ❞
  • ❝ It's a work of genius. I couldn't undo it if I tried.... and I tried. ❞
  • ❝ Dear God... it's scented. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ So go on, here's my head, just hit it with a rock. ❞
  • ❝ I want a devil in skin tight leather. ❞
  • ❝ You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? ❞
  • ❝ You know, for a greasy little nobody, you do have good bone structure. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't never caught a rabbit. ❞
  • ❝ Honestly, it's kind of draining... ❞
  • ❝ I just did what you wished you could but you don't have the balls. ❞
  • ❝ I'm dazzling! Magnificent! I am the one percent! ❞
  • ❝ Now what I'm going to say may seem indelicate... ❞
  • ❝ I'm gonna French kiss with tongue like I dreamed I'd do - and not just with my pillow! ❞
  • ❝ It's like hearing a ticking sound coming from unmarked packages! ❞
  • ❝ Someone's had their morning coffee... ❞
  • ❝ We're what killed the dinosaurs! ❞
  • ❝ I don't know what you heard, but whatever it is, they started it. ❞
  • ❝ Fine, okay, I'm gay! ❞
  • ❝ You can set my bones and I know CPR. ❞
  • ❝ Immigrants - we get the job done. ❞
  • ❝ Man. What rich, romantic planet are you from? ❞
  • ❝ Whaaaaaaat. ❞
  • ❝ What can I say? I'm a sucker for a happy ending. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. ❞
  • ❝ Awesome... wow. ❞
  • ❝ I'm bigger than John Lennon! ❞
  • ❝ I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love. ❞
  • ❝ If you're going for mediocre, you've done great! ❞
  • ❝ Alright, we can't break out of here, but we sure can break a sweat! ❞
  • ❝ Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ It's got groove! It's got meaning! ❞
  • ❝ When I fight I make the other side panicky! ❞
  • ❝ That is a metro hetero jerk! ❞
  • ❝ Love is like forever this is no time to economize! ❞
  • ❝ Their thinkin' is stinkin' and a little outdated. ❞
  • ❝ I'm probably too cool for you, so friend request denied. ❞
  • ❝ You're on Jiffy Pop detail. ❞
  • ❝ I don't have to always be right - when I'm with you, I just am. ❞
  • ❝ I'm raisin' hell and I'm a felon in a four foot frame. ❞
  • ❝ Guys who wear that get beat up on my street. ❞
  • ❝ It's like making love to you all night, NO WAIT! It feels so much better! ❞
  • ❝ No sleep for you, better chug that Mountain Dew. ❞
  • ❝ All I got was a running nose and Asiatic flu. ❞
  • ❝ You ain't no friend of mine. ❞
  • ❝ We have fought on like, seventy-five different fronts. ❞
  • ❝ I'm not freaking out, I'm really okay, I'm totally chill. ❞
  • ❝ If your Irish boy tires of you, you're allowed to shoot him in the knees. ❞
  • ❝ You ever see somebody ruin their own life? ❞
  • ❝ The more you jump around and scream, the sexier you seem. ❞
  • ❝ Peachy keen, jellybean. ❞
  • ❝ Both your hair and shoes are flat. ❞
  • ❝ Lookin' hot, Cream of Mushroom! ❞
No Pants Party Part Two.

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Plot: the reader and Peter have been dating for six months. Everyone loves that they are together especially Bruce who teases them. Unfortunately Tony keeps interrupting them whenever they are about to show any PDA. It’s now on the readers sixteenth birthday and Tony throws her a party with only the team. Towards the end of the party Peter sneaks the reader out and takes her back to his room where he says he’s going to give her her birthday present. 😉

part one: http://marvelismylife.tumblr.com/post/145211407287/no-pants-party

“Peter that’s mine” I complained as I tried to reached the chips I had in my hand.

“But I’m your boyfriend, what’s yours is my and what’s mine is yours” Peter was quick to stand up on the sofa when I almost got my food back.

“Aww trouble in paradise ?” I heard Bruce asks, not looking up from his tablet.

“Peter won’t give me my chips back” I pouted causing both Peter and Bruce to laugh.

“Oh young love” Bruce laughed to himself as he left the room.

“Please Peter can I have my chips back” I stuck out my bottom lip.

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give them to you”

“Kiss kiss kiss” I turned and notice the team minus my dad chanting for us to kiss.

“Fine” I placed my hands around his neck to pull him into a kiss when my dads voice interrupted.

“No PDA and get off the couch” my dad scolded us. I took the opportunity to snatch my chips back and clung to them like my life depended on it. “Sweetie we need to go over what we’re going to be doing for your sweet sixteen. So say goodbye to everyone”

“Bye guys.” I waved to the team and I was about to kiss Peter but my dad interrupted. “Now y/n”

“Ok” I rolled my eyes before following him out of the room. I’ve been dating peter for six months, technically it’s going to be six months on my birthday. Anyways during the six months my dad has made it his mission to always interrupt us when we are about to show any kind of affection. That included hand holding as well. The rest of the team have tried to help us out, helping us sneak out so we could cuddle together. They keep telling us and by they I mainly mean Bruce and Clint that they don’t want their ship to sink because of my dad. My dad would end up yelling at them saying I was way too young to be alone with a boy. Which is why I haven’t slept with Peter since I lost my virginity to him. We’ve tried, believe me but somehow my father always knew and immediately stop us before we did anything.

“Dad if it’s ok with you I would rather just have a small party here
in the compound. You know I hate big crowed.” I was already crushing my dads dream of making my party a big thing.

“Are you sure? You only turn sixteen once” my dad placed the tablet that had the floor plan for my party down in the table.

“Yes, and you also know I don’t like the attention to be on me. I would feel so much better if it was just with the team”

“I’ll agree but only if we share a father daughter dance”

“Of course dad” I gave him a hug “now I just have to talk to Peter and see what he’s going to wear to the party”

“Ugh he’s going” my dad pretended to gag.

“Yes dad, he’s my boyfriend and he’s going to my party. Why are you so against our relationship”

“I just don’t like the fact that there’s another guy in your life” my heart broke when he said that.

“But daddy, you’ll always be my #1 guy. No one will change that” I hugged him tighter. “So can you at least be nice to Peter at my party. PLEASE”

“Fine fine I’ll play nice and let you two be an actual couple at your party, BUT our one dance just turned to two”

“Why stop there, how about we go four” that made my dad giddy.

“I’m more than happy with four, now let’s start planning you small party” my dad picked up his tablet again as we were brainstorming ideas for the party.

*time skip*

“Can I come in” I heard my dads voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah come in” I had just slipped on my heals when my dad entered my room carrying a box. “What’s up”

“You look exactly like your mother y/n, oh I wanted to give you part of you birthday present right now. Here you go” he handed me the box and sat on my bed. Once I unwrapped it I smiled at the fact that it was a jewelry box. “It belonged to your mother, it was her prized possession” I sat down next to him and opened the box. Inside were so many photos that I’ve never seen before of us as a family before she died.

“Dad I absolutely LOVE this” I was wiping away tears from my eyes.

“There is more, dig deeper in the box” I did and I pulled a bracelet. It was so beautiful. “Your mother wore that on our first date” I set the present aside and gave my dad a bone crushing hug.

“I love this so much dad, thank you. Can you put it on?” tears were rolling down my face as I handed him the bracelet so he could put it on me.

“Sure and I’m glad you loved it” I felt him place a kiss on my forehead before he clasped the bracelet on my wrist.

“Oh god my makeup is ruined, I’m going to reapply it. I’ll meet you at the party ok” I got up and made my way towards my makeup counter.

“Alright I’ll see you over there” with that my dad left my room and I started to reapply my makeup. Half an hour later I entered the the living room where we were going to have my party.

“Hello?” I looked around

“Surprise ! ! !” Everyone popped out, scarring the daylights out of me. “We know you knew about the party, I mean you helped plan it. But we couldn’t resist surprising you” I couldn’t help but smile at my friends.

“Thanks guys, dammit I just finished reapplying my makeup” I laughed as tears were running down my face again. I watched as Peter approached me and pulled me into his embrace.

“Happy birthday babe” I looked up at Peter and he nervously placed a kiss on my lips. Probably scared my dad would hurt him or something.

“Thank you Peter” I was about to go in for another kiss when my dads cough interrupted us.

“I know we agreed that you could act like an actual couple tonight y/n, but you still need to greet the rest of your guest” my dad pointed to the rest of the team.

“Wow you’re actually let them act like a teenage couple” Bruce and Clint sarcastically said causing everyone to laugh.

“Hey shut up or no cake for you” my dad threatened before I walked away from Peter and started greeting the rest of the team. Halfway through the party my dad kept his word and let me be around Peter, of course he cashed in on half of the dances I promised him. Other than that I was actually able to kiss and hug Peter without the worry of my dad stopping us.

“Putting aside all of the silly side jokes I make I really do think you guys are a lovely couple. Oh here is your present” Bruce handed me an envelope. Opening it up there were two tickets to a show I’ve been dying to go to.

“Ahhh Bruce thank you ! ! !” I hugged him.

“It’s no problem y/n, you can have date night with Peter here” he patted Peters shoulder before walking away.

“That reminds me that I need to give you your present. It’s in my room though” Peter whispered into my ear.

“Ok well I have to dance with my dad two more times and in those times I’m going to see if he gets drunk enough that he won’t notice we left.” I held onto Peter by the pockets of his blazer.

“Alright” he was about to kiss me when my dad interrupted us.

“Y/N” I felt my dads hand on my left shoulder. “Ready for your second present ! ! ! Everyone outside for y/n present” my dad shouted and dragged us outside where a brand new mercedes g wagon was waiting. He even put I big bow on it.

“DAD ! ! !” I shouted as I ran towards my new car. “Oh my gosh I love it ! ! !” He was coming towards so I attacked him with a hug. “Thank you daddy”

“Anything for my baby girl” I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head. “Now let’s go back inside I want to cash in on my last two dances you promised me”

It was close to midnight when my dad and the rest of the avengers were drunk. I gave Peter a look letting him know that it was time to sneak out. Although it wasn’t much sneaking out, more like no one paying attention that we left. Peter was the first to exit the room and I waited five minutes before following him into the hallway.

“Finally we’re alone” yanked Peter into a heated kiss.

“Come on I want to give you your present” Peter eagerly grabbed my hand as we walked into his room. “Sit” he ordered as he pointed to the bed.

“Are you going to give me a striptease babe?” I teased

“Noooo I’m looking for ahhh here it is” Peter was holding up a small box and brought it to me. “Happy sixth month anniversary babe” he pecked my lips before I opened it. Inside was a heart shaped necklace on the back it had the date of when we become a couple.

“Peter I love it ! ! !” I squealed with excitement before I kissed him feverishly. “Can you put it on me?” I asked breaking the kiss. I turned around and moved my hair to the side so Peter could put it on. Once it was on I felt him place a kiss on the back of my neck.

“I love you y/n” Peter whispered causing me to smile like an idiot.

“I love you too Peter” I turned around and kissed him. Our small kiss turned into a full blown make out session and soon our clothes were on his bedroom floor. “Peter” I whimpered when I felt him slide my underwear off.

“I promise I won’t finish before you” Peter had a stern look on his face as he brought up our first time.

“Ok but aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked as he was starting to tease my entrance.

“Shit” Peter got up and ran to his sock drawer and got the unopened box of condoms out. “I bought them the day after our first time, I was hoping to use them sooner but you know” Peter explained while he put the condom on.

“I do and I’m sorry about my dad” I apologized as I unhooked my bra and there it off the bed.

“Please don’t talk about your dad while we’re about to do it” Peter begged as he got on top of me again.

“I promise” Peter got ahold of my left leg and placed it on his waist before I felt him push his cock inside me.

“Peter” I said breathlessly, he stayed still for a few minute before I gave him the ok to move.

“Mmm y/n” Peter moaned against my neck as I got ahold of his short hair.

“Peter baby please go faster” I ask as gripped his hair tighter. Sure enough he picked up the pace, leaving me a moaning mess. “Oh god Peter just like that” I arched my back once I felt his mouth around my nipple.

“Y/n mmm”

“Can I be on top” I asked but rolled us over before he answer. I started rolling my hips making his cock hot my g-spot. “Oh Peter” I started moving much faster, his hands rested on my hips.

“Y/n slow down I’m going to-”

“It’s ok Peter I’m there ahhh fuck” I felt a knot at the pit of my stomach before a wave of pleasure hit me. “Peter ! ! ! !” I shouted as my orgasm washed over me, my breast bounce as I rode out my orgasm.

“Y/n ! ! !” Peter sat up and had a firm grip on my waist as he reached his orgasm as well. After awhile we finally stopped moving and I got off Peter.

“Best birthday ever” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Tell me about” we got under his covers and I curled up next to him. “I lasted longer than I thought”.

“God I love you Peter” I kissed his jaw.

“I love you too y/n and happy birthday” he kissed me one last time before drifting off to sleep.

*the next day Tony’s pov.*

Worst.hangover.ever. I feel like I got hit by a truck, that’s how bad I feel. Last night was kind of a blur all I remember was seeing the look on y/n when I gave her the jewelry box and her car. Those were only memories I needed to remember.

“Y/n” I knocked on her door, I wanted to see if she wanted breakfast. After a few minutes I knocked again “y/n?” I opened her door and noticed she wasn’t in there. Maybe she’s already awake? I lazily made my way into the dinning room but noticed she wasn’t there either. “Have you guys seen y/n? She’s not in her room”

“No” everyone respond

“F.r.i.d.a.y do you know where my daughter is” I was starting to get worried.

“Ms. Stark is currently in Mr. Parker’s room”. My blood was boiling at the news.

“Why didn’t you tell me ! ! ! I told you to tell me anytime they are alone together.”

“It was her birthday Mr. Stark I couldn’t not allow you to ruin it for her.” The A.I. Responded causing a few of the team members to snicker at her responds.

“See ! ! ! Even F.r.i.d.a.y ships them stark, just let it go” Clint gave me a smug look before he continued eating.

“I do indeed approve of there relationship Mr. Stark” the A.I. Added to clint’s comment.

“Ugh I give up ! ! ! !” I sighed with defeat knowing that no matter how much I want to deny it my little girl is grown up. At least she actually picked a good guy to date. “F.r.i.d.a.y please make a fresh pot of coffee”.

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Request: hey, could you do a barry allen imagine where you work at S.T.A.R. labs and are very cute, awkward and blushy (maybe social anxiety?) and barry likes you then one day you get kidnapped and Cisco/Caitlyn hacks into the cameras to see whats happening (the whole group is there) then you sorta take down your kidnapper and everyone is really confused and you come back and barry eventually asks you to be his girlfriend? sorry if it’s to long or complicated. Also, i love this whole blog. :)

Requested by: anon

Word Count: 1117


“Hey, Y/N..” Team Flash greeted you as you walked into the cortex.  You merely nodded in response. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, no. You loved them but your anxiety got the better of you and you were only truly comfortable with Caitlin and Harrison. Cisco and Barry were a bit.. Well.. They were too energetic to you.

You retreated over to Harrison’s office and whispered a quiet “Good afternoon”.

“Afternoon, Y/N. How has your day been?”

“It’s been okay. Oh! I grabbed you some Big Belly Burger for lunch..” You shoved the bagged food in front of you as emphasis.

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What Are You? Part 6

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Friendship) Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing so far.

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“I’m missing a shoe!” You throw your one hand up as you wave the other one holding the only heel you have around. “How does this happen to me?” You start pulling things out of your tote bag.

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KARMA’S A BITCH (DIGGER HARKNESS X READER)

Originally posted by felywrites

A/N: Boom.-erang. Panties/boxers/breifs/thongs off! Let’s have some fun! JUST KIDDING, this is mostly SFW, the NSFW is implied like in innuendos, and just words like “sex” is mentioned and stuff! Hope you guys liked it! Probably not my best work of art, but I thought it’d be fun to write that HC anyway! Also for some reason it wont let me un-italicize all of this so….whoops! 

I’m tagging @jxbilationlee​ once again, guess that’ll be a constant Digger Harkness imagine addition. Also I’m tired so please forgive me if you see any more errors. Also…also…


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anonymous asked:

WOOOO A NEW BLOG!! Can I request the GoM + Hanamiya thinking their s/o is cheating on them with their best friend and is about to break up with them but finds out they were planning for his birthday together?

I’m sorry if this took a little long! Gomen! T_T

Kuroko: The idea of you cheating on him with Kagami-kun was absurd! Why would you want to be with his hard-headed friend? You were already happy with Kuroko, so what was the problem? Why were you spending most of your time with Kagami-kun? He was going to speak to you about this, but you didn’t have the time. It was until he got home and was greeted by a huge ‘Surprise!’ that he finally understood. You showered him with birthday kisses while Kagami-kun gave him a friendly smack on the back before bringing the birthday cake. He knew he would trust them both, and he felt childish for having these thoughts before.

“I’m so lucky to have you both in my life…” he said  

Kise: He was panicking! The fact that you were spending most of your time with Kasamatsu-sempai nowadays gave him anxiety. You both were important people to him, and he did not want to lose you both. But then again, they were cutting him off and playing him like a fool. Should he cut ties with them? No! Of course not! _____-cchi and Sempai would never do that to him. Would they? Oh, there they are now and their bodies are close. Closer than what he’s comfortable with-

“No, ____-cchi! Please don’t let this be true!” Kise cried and ran over to them. “What did I do wrong? Why him?! Why- oh, what’s this? Huh?…. Oh…. Oh! Were you two planning my birthda- Gah! Sempai please don’t kick me! I’m sorry I ruined it!”

Midorima: You’ve been spending a lot of time with Takao nowadays, not that he cared. You were at the top of your class, so his idiot friend might’ve needed help in a specific subject. He trusts you. He knows you wouldn’t do anything. Especially Takao. However, he does know how touchy his friend could be. Plus, he is a very straightforward person. He did admit before that you were very attractive. Now Midorima was beginning to get curious. He confronted you about what your business with Takao was these past couple of days. You replied by waving your hand and saying it was none of his concern. It was his concern! You were in a relationship with him! There should be some trust and understanding, which you both are clearly lacking. He was upset about this and decided to ignore the both of you. Now it was yours and Takao’s turn to be concerned, though, Takao might understand why. You both decided to bring him his birthday present early so the relationship between you three wouldn’t falter.

“What do you both want?…What’s this? Tickets? To the… planetarium…? Oh…I I forgot my birthday was coming up… Thank you…” he sighed with relief, but deep down, felt guilty about being suspicious. “I would not mind spending the day at the planetarium with you two…”

Shin-chan~~~” you both cried.

Aomine: Was it wrong to think that you cheating on him with Satsuki was… hot? To be fair, Aomine has witnessed you two getting all touchy and giggly about the stuff you talk about. He even caught you two with your faces extremely close a couple times, whispering and laughing. Even thinking about it made him feel weird, in a good and bad way. However, you were still his girlfriend, and he needed to know right now! Going to Satsuki’s house, he wanted to confront her first, but stopped himself from knocking when he heard your voice too.

“Momoi, do you think he’ll like what we’re doing?”

“I’ve known him all my life, ____-chan, so I’m confident he’ll love this…” Momoi said. “Just relax, everything will be fine…”

“Okay I trust you- ugh!” you moaned.

“Oh are you okay, I didn’t mean to jab you like that!”

“I’m fine, oh, but your squeezing to hard Momoi.”

Oh no, now it’s a mess!”

“Haha, it’s fine. I’ll just lick it off!”

“You’re gross ____-chan! Ew! Haha!”

Oh god, Aomine could not believe what he was hearing! How should he feel about this? Swiping away the blood from his nose-bleed (perv), he barged in, about to scream at you both, but held his breath. You both looked at him, eyes wide like deer in headlights while you both finished frosting the cake. Cake?

“_____, Satsuki, what the hell is going on?!” he asked. You both looked at each other, upset that he ruined the surprise. Satsuki spoke and said it was his birthday cake for tomorrow and that they both made it. When you offered him a piece (since there was no point hiding it), he walked out and slammed the door, not in the mood to die from food poisoning. 

Murasakibara: He was too oblivious to know you’ve been spending a lot of time with Muro-chin. The last few days you’ve been cancelling hangout times, and he did not seem to mind. However, he started to miss you a lot and grew a little jealous when he watched you walk home with Muro-chin. He asked you to spend more time with him instead, which you replied saying maybe on his birthday, then walked off with Muro-chin. He was getting even more upset by this. Soon, he confronted Muro-chin about this at practice, only to have him laugh and say that the two of you were working on a project. Yet, it shouldn’t take that long to complete a project. This got him angry.

“____-chin, I don’t like you spending your time with Muro-chin. It’s making me very upset with you and him…”

Your heart broke when he said this to you. You knew something like this would come up. On the day of his birthday, Murasakibara was dragged to his favorite bakery shop by you and Himuro. He was stubborn to go since he didn’t want to spend anytime with the both of you. It wasn’t until he saw his teammates at the bakery as well as birthday banners and balloons that he began to understand your absence. Plus, the fact that you and Himuro bought him his favorite flavored ice cream cake made him forgive you two instantly.

Akashi: There was no way you could cheat on him. You had no reason to, after all. He was a gentleman and treated you with respect. Plus, Mibuchi would not think twice to go after you. So why was he feeling a little weird about the two of you spending so much time together? He questioned Nebuya and Hayama about Mibuchi’s feelings towards you, but they both shrugged their shoulders. Akashi decided to let this one slide, since he trust you enough to not cheat on him. When his birthday came up, though, you and Mibuchi were nowhere to be found. This rose a lot of suspicion. Then, Mibuchi called him, asking Akashi to meet him at his favorite restaurant. Akashi went and was greeted by his entire team with birthday balloons and an empty seat in between you and Mibuchi. You both waved for him to sit down and enjoy, making him smile about the birthday surprise dinner you both planned.

“Thank you for the wonderful night, you two…” he said.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a take on Ryan's tragic backstory? (I know you said you actually have a nicer background for him but i thought you might have a dark version too!)

 Anonymous said: What are some of your head cannons for FAHC Ryan?


Ryan didn’t set out to be what he became. Few children dream of becoming devastation. It’s a trope that is thrown around in all kinds of media – redeemable bad guy, killer with a heart of gold. How quaint. Like most things, the real life version is so much darker.

There’s something bleak and awful in a world renown mercenary who still feels for every victim. Something inescapably tragic in finding satisfaction in an act so personally distasteful. Because Ryan’s never been cruel, exactly. Would never dream of torturing an animal, of hurting a child. Doesn’t even enjoy the majority of the dirty work he’s surrounded himself in. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy any of it. Doesn’t get some level of dark gratification from his own competence, from the fear he’s sown, the reputation he’s nurtured, the safety he’s crafted from blood-soaked screams and scorched white bones. There was a time when the Vagabond was truly as dispassionate as they say, but since joining the Fake AH Crew the mercenary certainly lived up to the gang’s notorious affinity for flare; Ryan always was a bit theatrical, and the only thing worse than an apathetic killer is one who can see the morbid humour in it all.

Ryan’s criminal career actually begins years before the Vagabond crashed into being. Started like so many others; young and bored, too clever for his own good and desperate for a way to prove it. He drifts into a group who wanted bigger, wanted better, wanted a life society told them was forbidden. It would be easy to say he got caught up in the wrong crowd, pulled along in their wake, but it wouldn’t be accurate. Ryan has been many things but never meek. Never a blind follower. Ryan who could never settle for simply trusting what others tell him, never believing in absolutes he hasn’t tested for himself. Not when he could find another way around, a way under, when he could take the problem apart and find a solution no one else ever expected.

So he joined, he fit in, he rose and he flourished. Ryan wasn’t a killer back then, criminal yes but not a mercenary; they were thieves mostly, would posture and swagger and inflate their own egos but they kept away from the big gangs. At least at first. Because sooner or later things are going to go south and it wasn’t pretty when they did. The group fractures, those who can flee back to their old lives, or into the relative safety of bigger crews, and those left behind have blood on their hands and a bounty on their heads.

Taking a life isn’t quite as difficult as Ryan had anticipated. Awful, of course, and not something he would do without necessity, but the time for scruples has surely passed and if death is what it takes for the last dregs of his gang to live then Ryan will paint the streets red. It’s wrong, he knows. It’s bad, immoral, everything people aren’t meant to be; it’s wrong and Ryan does it anyway. Figures morality is all well and good but won’t help at all if they’re all dead.

For a while it works, their group is small but it’s solid, together they were magnificent. Not that anyone cares about all that, not when the story everyone knows comes after. Comes, of course, with the birth of the Vagabond.

It’s no real surprise that the prominent story surrounding the origin of the most notorious mercenary in the country is as dark and unforgivable as the man himself. A tale of betrayal, of protecting his identity by wiping out all who knew him before the mask, making a name off of the death of those he once called friends. It’s chilling, horrifically fitting and almost entirely untrue; the crew dies, yes, treachery as the hands of one of their own but Ryan is not their Judas.  

The man who traded away their lives for the right price was Ryan’s best friend in all the world, close enough to call brother, someone he trusted so blindly he’d let himself be beaten half to death before he even thought about retaliating. The only crew blood on Ryan’s hands was, it turns out, the most undeniably clean-cut case of self defence, not that it matters in the long run. Not when it plays out in the dark, out of sight, without witness. Not when he’s the only one who walks away, the one who dons a mask and buries his name, retreats from humanity and loses all semblance of mercy. Against all odds Ryan managed to survive. The man he had once been did not.

The story takes on a life of its own and the Vagabond does nothing to stop it; he is, after all, a killer. People should fear him, should run and hide and pray he doesn’t darken their doors. He killed a man who he loved dearly; what line was there left to cross? What sin could be thought too great?

Free from distraction the Vagabond throws himself into his work, takes job after job and sets to building the most terrifying image possible, a reputation full of atrocities which grow with every telling. There are no weak spots for his enemies to target, no useless emotions dragging him down; they say he’s heartless, say he’s inhuman, call him evil, call him corruption, call him nightmare. Eventually Ryan grows used to the way people shudder when they see him, confident in his talents and comfortable with his image. He finally acclimatises to the way mirrors reflect nothing but a cold black skull, and perhaps he couldn’t quite call himself happy but he isn’t exactly displeased with his life.

It becomes cathartic in it’s own way, a sense of satisfaction born from devastation, a sort of peace found in ruin. It makes him his own kind of damaged Ryan knows. Makes him unfixable, maybe. Or maybe it’s that thought in and of itself that condemns him, self awareness of his own desecration, a self fulfilling future of irredeemable wrongness. Either way he knows there’s no going back to how he was. Either way he knows, deep down, that he isn’t sure he wants to. Isn’t sure he’d take back soft, harmless Ryan even if he could, even with the nightmares, the fear and self doubt, the guilt. The glaring absence of guilt.

Ryan isn’t ashamed of what he is, of who he became. He can track his path directly, has run his choices over and over in his mind and comes to the same solutions every time; the Vagabond has always acted with intention. Ryan has always done what he needed to, what he wanted to, always evolved and advanced and overcome. So he isn’t ashamed, but he’s not always proud either. Not always confident that a life spent doing what is necessary rather than what is right is a life worth preserving.  

It’s easier now, in the island of misfit toys, the family of selfish entertainment and bloodstained choices. Easier to justify the savagery of necessity when it is more than just his own life he is protecting, more than just his personal goals he is chasing. In the FAHC Ryan has found the acceptance he never knew he wanted, rekindled emotions he’d have sworn were beaten out of him in a dark alley all those years ago. Like stitching together a ragged wound he’d borne for so long he’d forgotten how to live without it; the scars would never truly fade away, still twinge on the worst days, but all of a sudden he’s faced with a life free of constant misery.

There is no way to repay them for that, for showing him a world where death and joy do not cancel each other out, soothing his conflictions without changing who he has become, for kinship between the equally wicked. Ryan knows they believe he’d die for them, and he would. Would jump right in with eyes wide open, just as self-aware as when he let’s Geoff make a show of his obedience, let’s Jack drag him out looking for ridiculously specific vehicles or let’s Jeremy tag in on a job he could have handled alone. As when he slows down a new trick Michael’s covertly trying to replicate or resigns himself to indentured servitude when Gavin plays him like a puppet; affection clearer in action than he could ever conceptualise in speech, trusting his team to understand.

What they don’t seem to understand is the fact that, if they needed him to, he would do so much more than die for them. To die is nothing, is brief sacrifice, but Ryan would ruin. Would create and destroy and conqueror. Were he asked to he would tear down the whole world around them, set it alight and shelter them from the blaze; a level of devotion that scares even himself when he considers it late at night, beyond thankful for their ignorance. Well, Geoff probably knows, something dark and thoughtful in his eyes when he looks at Ryan, something deeply confident in Ramsey when he commands the Vagabond. Assurance that no threat is idle, no harrowing claim is merely theatrics, and that knowledge alone should be enough to send Ryan running, to remind him of what happens when he lets down his guard, but it doesn’t, not anymore. Not since he recognised the clear display of trust in all that conviction, relishing in the opportunity to prove himself worthy; eyes alight with dangerous promise he now merely looks back at Geoff and has faith.

It’s not perfect; no matter how happy he is with his crew Ryan will still lose himself inside his own head sometimes, a place no other can follow, no other can ever truly understand. For all he is the ghoul in the nightmares of so many others Ryan never could quite extinguish his own demons. After all this time he still goes back and considers all his choices, still asks himself endless questions, gives endless answers, constantly assessing his place in the world, his counts and tallies, his debt. It’s how he reassures himself of the truth.

Did he make mistakes?

Yes.

Does he have regrets?

Yes.

Does death haunt him?

Yes.

Did he choose this?

Yes.

Is he monstrous?

Yes.

Would he do worse?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Did they destroy him?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Will he destroy them?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Is it worth it?

Yes.

Are they worth it?

Yes.

Is he worth it?

.

Is he worth it?

The signs at a party (story)

{Leo -male- is throwing a party and invited his fellow signs}

{Aries -female- & Scorpio -female- arrive first}

Leo - Aries! Scorpio! Hey, welcome to the party of a life time!
Scorpio - {looks around noticing it is only them} Hah, clearly. *rolls eyes*
Aries - *hits Scorpio’s arm* It’s a party thrown by Leo, of course it is going to be the party of a life time. *said to Leo in a flirty tone*

{Scorpio & Aries take a seat on the couch already starting to drink a beer each}

Scorpio - Did you actually just flirt with Leo?  You know he is such a fuckboy right?!
Aries - I don’t know Scorpio, we have actually started talking a lot lately and I wouldn’t mind taking this party as a good opportunity to-
Scorpio - WHAT?! I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THIS BEFORE?! UPDATE ME RIGHT NOW!

{Cancer -female- and Capricorn -male- show up next already tipsy, being escorted by Virgo -female-}

Capricorn - Hey Leo, hows it going? Good? Great! I’ll be over there with Cancer if you need us.
Cancer - *giggles while being dragged away with Capricorn*
Leo - Oh ok. You two have fun! Poor you Virgo, having to deal with them.
Virgo - You get used to it when your best friend is in a relationship.

Aries - Scorpio, look there’s VirgHOE flirting with Leo.  Ugh I hate that bitch, she thinks she is so much better than everyone just because she is “sooo” smart.
Scorpio - *look at Aries* Who’s the bitch now? Haha just kidding, but yeah, I know, she is the definition of boring.  Don’t worry Leo would never go for her.
Aries - I hate that Cancer is friends with her, like common why does she need her when she has US?
Scorpio - Wait, Aries, what happened to Gemini? WAIT! AND LIBRA?!  Didn’t you have things with them?
Aries - Oh yeh…
Scorpio - You can’t have all Aries, pick one.
Aries - Ok.. probably Leo.  For something new.

{Gemini -male- enters solo}

Aries - Nevermind. Gemini it is.
Scorpio - Wow such a you move.

{Gemini goes to sit with Aries & Scorpio}

{Taurus -female- Pisces -male- and Aquarius -male- arrive at the party}

Aquarius - Leo! I haven’t seen you in forever!
Leo - Yeah dude it is great to see you again. *whispers to Aquarius* Why is Taurus here? I specifically didn’t invite her.
Aquarius - She heard about it from someone and then invited herself.
Pisces - *overhears whispering* Taurus? Oh god trust me I know, can we find a way to get her to leave?
Leo - Just because she is your ex?
Pisces - No. She is a bitch! She will just complain and eat all the food here. Not to mention try and get with everyone too.
Aquarius - Very true.
Taurus - Leo! Oh my god! *hugs Leo tight* I missed you so much!

Aries - No. Fucking. Way.
Gemini & Scorpio - What?
Aries - TAURUS IS HERE? WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?
Gemini - Oh I didn’t know she was bad what happened?
Scorpio - Trust me.  If you know Aries you will know all the stories about Taurus.
Aries - Yeah because it’s true! Trust me! Everybody that experienced it knows it is true.  She is even trying to get with Leo right now, even though she shows up with her ex! WTF?
Gemini - Don’t let her ruin your fun at the party *puts arm around Aries*
Scorpio - *smirks*

{Taurus goes over to Cancer & Capricorn, who are making out in the corner}

Taurus - OH MY GOD CAPRICORN! *pushes Cancer to the side & hugs Capricorn* I missed you so much I can’t believe you are here! We need to catch up!
Cancer - *glares at Taurus*
Capricorn - *hugs Taurus back tight* Yeh, sure okay. Does it have to be now?
Taurus - YES OF COURSE I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING! *drags Capricorn into the lounge room*
Cancer - *stomps over to where Aries & Scorpio are with Gemini* DID YOU SEE WHAT TAURUS JUST DID?
Scorpio - I did. But this can be the boyfriend test.  See if he is loyal.
Cancer - *starts panicking* Yeah but it is Taurus, she can manipulate anyone to get with her.
Scorpio - I guess we will have to see.
Cancer - *sits down on the couch next to Scorpio very frustrated*

Virgo - *wanders around, not knowing where to go*
Pisces - Hey Virgo, you alright?
Virgo - Meh not really.  I don’t want to be here. I hate these types of parties.
Aquarius - Awh that sucks… *clear sarcasm*
Virgo - You know, I am just gunna leave early.  Sorry Leo, nothing against you just not my scene.
Leo - No worries! Have a nice night Virgo.

{Virgo leaves party}

Aries - Hey Scorpio lets go get some snacks from the lounge, Cancer wanna join?
Scorpio & Cancer - Okay.
{The three of them walk into the lounge only to find Taurus violently making out with Capricorn sensually}
Cancer - WHAT THE FUCK!
Aries - Oh fuck no. *stomps over to Taurus and punches her in the nose*
Capricorn - SHE STARTED IT!
Scorpio - I DON’T CARE WHO STARTED IT! YOUR DEAD!
{Scorpio chases Capricorn out of the room}
{Taurus runs out of the party cries with a broken nose}

{Libra -male- and Sagittairus -female- arrive later}

Aries - *whispers to Scorpio* Why did they show up together?
Scorpio - Don’t worry about it
Leo - FINALLY OKAY EVERYONE IS HERE LET’S PLAY SOME BEER PONG! GET THIS PARTY STARTED! GET IN TEAMS OF TWO!
Libra - Aries? You and me?
Gemini - *looks over in confusion*
Aries - Oh um, sure!
Scorpio - Gemini? Since I mean Aries is taken.
Gemini - Alright.
Sagittarius - *flings herself onto Leo* DIBS MY PARTNER!
Leo - Oh, haha okay then.
Aquarius & Pisces - *look at each other and nod*
Scorpio - Hey Cancer you can join Gemini and I.
Leo - Okay! First Aries & Libra vs. Gemini & Cancer!

{Long time passes after everyone is very tipsy}

Aries - LETS PLAY TRUTH OR DARE!
Cancer - Yes!!
{everyone sits in a circle}
Scorpio - I’ll start! Libra! Truth or dare.
Libra - Dare!
Scorpio - Kiss the hottest girl in the room!
{Libra kisses Aries}
Gemini - *jaw drops*
Libra - Sagittarius, truth or dare?
Sagittarius - DARE OF COURSE!
Libra - I dare you to do 7 minutes in heaven with the person you would most want to date in this room.
Sagittarius - Okay! *grabs Leo and drags him away into other room*
Aries - Gee okay then.
Gemini - Well, they will be awhile… Aries, truth or dare?
Aries - Truth.
Gemini - Out of the people at this party who would you most want to get with.
Aries - Erm.
Libra - Obviously me.
Gemini - Hah! Yeah yeah okay, let the lady speak.
Scorpio - *stares at Aries in pity* I need to go to the bathroom Aries come with me.
Aries - Oh.. okay. *leaves to the bathroom with Scorpio*

Pisces - Guys please don’t fight I swear.
Cancer - Yeah guys.
Gemini - It is just pathetic how Libra thinks he is all that, news fash, your not.
Libra - Like your any better!
Gemini - Never said I was!
Libra - *rolls eyes and mumbles* moody asshole.
Gemini - Fuck off. I’m leaving.

{Gemini leaves the party}

Cancer - Oh my god, I swear he is such a drama queen. Hot, yeah, but a drama queen. Anyways, Pisces, truth or dare?
Pisces - Truth.
Cancer - Who do you like?
Pisces - Oh.. Uh.. *mumbles* Aquarius.
Aquarius - What?
Cancer - YOU’RE GAY?
Pisces - No! I’m bisexual.
Libra - Of course you are.
Aquarius - You like me? Because I feel the same way.  But I’m just gay tbh.
Cancer - ALL THE SECRETS WOW.

{Aries & Scorpio return}

Scorpio - Wheres Gemini?
Libra - He had a little drama queen tantrum them left.
Cancer - BUT PISCES IS BI AND AQUARIUS IS GAY AND THEY BOTH LIKE EACH OTHER CRAZY RIGHT?
Aries - WHAT!
Libra - Yeah yeah we were shocking to but Aries can we go? I wanted to be able to spend time with YOU tonight and that has barley happened.
Aries - *looks at Scorpio with eyes of asking for permission*
Scorpio - Go.
Aries - Okay. *Aries leaves with Libra*

Scorpio - Okay. I am actually going to leave now, since there aren’t much of us left, Cancer wanna join?
Cancer - Yeah, lets leave these two alone hehe.

{Scorpio & Cancer leave together*}

Aquarius - … Finally! *grabs Pisces and begins to kiss him*

The End.

Mascot!!! On Ice

Mascot AU that no one asked for in the yoi fandom. But you know what, I have a lot of stuff to do that I don’t want to do, so I delivered this to myself. I also may have written myself a fanfic bc I’m approaching that point in my life where holidays are usually spent alone. See below the cut for descriptions. ;v; Here are some messy doodles I made while lamenting about the sad state of social life. I’m proud of the logo I made for the imaginary team tho :D

EDIT: changed pictures so they are less hard to see :( dumb tumblr

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[PLP] All your perfect imperfections

Genre: pure fluff, drabble

Word count: a tiny bit over 1k (soz)

Warnings: some language, nothing too drastic. Also extra sugary fluff!

Doodler: @flippin-phantastic‘s beautiful art is HERE (go see it after u read omg it’s like a cartoon version of the fic I’m gonna cry)

Beta: @randomdraki (thank you so much for stepping in and saving the team and to all the others who tried to help, since our beta dropped out at the last minute)

Summary: Dan often can’t believe Phil is even real, with all the sunshine and happiness he seems to project. What happens when he decides to confront Phil about it? Will he realize that, despite the aggravation some of his endearing faults may bring, Dan actually wouldn’t have him any other way?

A/N: This is not a songfic, but the title is from John Legend’s song All of me. Excuse the very cheesy title (omg I’m the worst)… Uh, it doesn’t get much better during the fic, I’m afraid. Hope you like it <3 (can be read as platonic or romantic, depending on your own pov, have fun!)

Now posted on Ao3 as well


“How do you do it?” Dan blurted out as he stepped into the room, after contemplating Phil from the doorway.

“Do what?” He asked, confused.

This!” Dan gestured in his general direction, encompassing all of Phil’s body with the movement. He frowned, squinting at Dan and turning his head to the side in a silent question.

“I’m not sure I get what you mean…” Phil asked, prompting a sigh from Dan. He seemed to deflate before throwing himself on Phil’s lap, forcing the other to scramble to protect his laptop, once propped where Dan now laid his head.

“You’re like…” He paused, seemingly looking for words to explain it, as Phil patiently waited. “Perfect! Like, the fans keep saying you’re sunshine and I was like” He scoffed “Yeah, sure! But, like, they are totally right, Phil! I mean, you… EXUDE happiness”.

Exude?” Phil jokingly repeated, imitating Dan’s “articulate” accent.

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