um yeah and other people as well

  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.
Love At First Sight

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Word Count: 1,613

Warnings: Implied smut, language, but other than that, just fluff

Request: Can I request a Dean imagine please? One where the boys meet a girl while she’s hunting the same vamp nest as them and Dean basically has a love at first sight moment. This girl is all sass and Zeppelin shirts and Dean eventually asks her out and to move into the bunker. But the first time she meets Cas Dean has to ask why he’s looking back and fourth between them, so Cas confirms that they are in fact soul mates.

Author’s Note: Please, send in requests because I love reading them and I love writing them! If you would like to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know and I’ll add you!

If you want to be apart of my 500 Follower Challenge, please look at the post here. I’ve only gotten two asks so far so keep sending them in!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

“If I find that damn vampire, he’s going to fucking get it.” You growled to yourself, climbing inside your car.

This damn vampire was causing so much shit with his nest, that it drew you in. You hated vampires and hated hunting them but it is what had to be done. You were a hunter for god sake. You should act like it and stop being a damn baby.

You knew where the nest was and since you were alone, you needed to take them out by yourself. You never really hung out with other hunters because you had a certain way of doing things and other hunters would always fuck it up. So, you’ve been a lone hunter since you graduated high school.

You think you were doing pretty good by yourself. You didn’t have to depend on any one but yourself and if something went wrong, you had only yourself to blame and you were okay with that.

Vampires were always a pain in the ass and deserved to die. You actually had close encounters with them and almost got turned a few times but you always managed to escape.

This was a strange hunt already because it seems like wherever you went, people seemed to be already questioned and the morgue seemed to already been visited. Maybe there were other hunters here but you got here first. This was your hunt and you were going to beat whoever the hell was here to the nest first. That is why you raced out of the motel you were staying at and zoomed down the street.

You got there in no time but your eyes zeroed in on the beautiful late 60s Impala. They were already here.

Oh well, you could use the help. You always had difficulty to take on nests alone.

You grabbed your machete, pulled on your leather jacket over your favorite Zeppelin shirt and booked it inside. You heard grunts and sloshes come from one of the rooms but before you could investigate, a vampire pounced on you. You growled and fought him off, doing your best to keep his fangs away from you.

The vampire pinned you against the wall and you struggled, kicking wherever it would hurt. You got him on his knees and brought your machete down so fast, he didn’t have time to react. Blood sprayed on you but you ignored it, walking to the room where you heard noises come from.

You walked inside, seeing two very attractive men fight off three vampires. You knew they would need help and you were here to provide it. There were already many vampires that lay dead but you weren’t going to stop until all of them were dead. You rushed to aid the men and threw the vampire to the ground, slicing his head right off.

This was the first time the men noticed you and the shorter, green-eyed one stared at you as if you were the only person in the room. You would have stared back but the vampire was sneaking up behind him. Your eyes widened and pushed past him, killing the vampire. The taller one already killed his vampire and now everyone was dead. You breathed heavily, looking at the men.

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Caramel Macchiato [Taehyung x Reader]


Genre: Coffee shop AU Fluff?
Words: 1.3k
Summary:

A new, awfully cute boy becomes a regular at the coffee shop where you work. Just to mess with him, you keep writing his name wrong- until one day.

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Purple Jewels (M) | 02

Word Count: 6,730
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help. 

cr. 

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Void!Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


“Excuse me are you done with that?” A boy asked as you jotted down notes from a book in front of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was just reading about this fox demon thing and it sounds so interesting!” You gasped with a grin.

“Urm, yeah ok cool but could I borrow it?” He asked, glancing over the library at a group gathered around a table.

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Extraterrestrial

Title: Extraterrestrial

Request: Omg can you do a josh x reader based of E.T by Katy perry I’m really feeling alien!josh TBH

Characters: Alien!Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, violence

A/N: It might be a bit confusing in the beginning, but it’ll make sense once you get into it.

E.T. // Katy Perry

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Requested by Anon #290

Y/N: Good morning Julian.
Julian: It would’ve been if you came in on time. It’s not the afternoon Y/N.
Y/N: I had to help…someone.
Julian: Y/N, I don’t care whatever you were doing. Just get to work on time.
Y/N: Yes sir, Julian sir! *laughs* Oh! Before I forget!
Julian: What is it now?
Y/N: Do you want to get lunch together?
Julian: Just do your…wait what?
Y/N: Well I realised we spend all day in here together everyday so we might as well get to know each other. So lunch?
Julian: Um…y..yeah..yeah sounds..grea..I mean good.
Y/N: Aw are you blushing Julian?
Juilian: What? No!
Y/N: You better watch yourself Julian people might start to think that you like me.
Julian: I talk to you like crap Y/N. I don’t like you.
Y/N: You know what I got told growing up? If a boy picks on you it probably means he likes you. Within reason obviously.
Julian: Wh..why would I like you?
Y/N: It’s okay Julian I know you like me so I won’t let anyone else know. It’ll be our little secret.
Barry: *walks in* What are you two talking about?
Julian: Nothing!
Y/N: *laughs* Julian was scolding me for being late.
Barry: *rolls his eyes* Julian give her a break.
Y/N: *winks at Julian*
Julian: *laughs to himself* She’s going to be the death of me.

Out of Respect (Lin/Reader)

Prompt: Again, not requested, just inspired by what’s going on in the world today.

Author’s Note: The reader is obviously female and Muslim in this case. I’m all for more diversity in the x reader world.

I want to give a shoutout to @anonnymousefangirl for helping me out to make sure that everything was accurate!

I did a lot of research on this to make absolutely sure that A) everything is accurate and B) I didn’t accidentally offend someone. There are a lot of things some of you might not understand or be familiar with. That’s a-okay. If there’s anything you’re totally lost on, you can send me an ask and I’ll try to explain or you can google it for yourself. The information is out there!

It should be noted that removing the hijab off of a woman who chooses to wear it for religious purposes is kind of the equivalent of pulling a shirt off of someone. It’s inappropriate, especially in public, and the person will want to cover up.

You’d think this kind of thing wouldn’t happen in New York, but I’ve heard stories similar to this from children at a school I used to work at. Even this city isn’t free of prejudice.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Summary: You are a hijabi (a woman who wears a hijab) headed to work one morning on the subway. A white man comes on, screaming and cursing about your religion before tearing your hijab off. Thankfully, one of the other passengers offers help—at least as much as he can.

Rating: T for racist or otherwise triggering words and phrases like “muslim terrorist”. 9/11 is also referenced.

Warnings: Some nazi references and the above.

Words: 1300

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write

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Just for Fun

I had one anon request for Soulless!Sam smut, and one anon request for Sam overhearing your desire for him in a conversation with Cas that ended in teasing and rough smut. I combined the two for this dirty little piece. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Word Count: 2550

Warning: smut, language


“Can I ask you a question, Y/N?” Cas looked at you across the table, blinking furiously after staring at your laptop for at least the last hour.

“Of course, Cas, what is it?” you replied, glad to take a break from the huge and insanely boring text in front of you.

“It’s about the pizza man.”

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Once Best Friends iii - luke hemmings au

Originally posted by popecalum

this one is the longest part so far.  i’m not as proud as the first part, but i am proud.  here we go.

here’s my masterlist

check out part two here!

if you’d like to request something, check it out here!

warnings: same as before

words: 2595

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anonymous asked:

animegifed*tumblr*com/post/160274208649/jimins-1-fanboy-has-to-be-jungkook um... she/he wrote "nothing is mine" on the description but....????? what the????????

LMAO UM?????? THIS!!!!!! 

Is my entire fucking gifset reposted???! What the literal fuck, I am actually so done with this shit. I’m sick of being nice. I’m d o n e. 

this is mine as well. @kookiebuff I believe this is yours. 

Yeah don’t think I don’t recognize other people’s content too.

Perks, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a famous actress and gets shipped with Lin by the Internet.

Word-count: 1,385 (oh boy)

Warnings:  A lot of casual cursing whoops. Are we really going to count how many times I said “fuck” in this? 

Note: Here we go. Part one and it is a doozy. All right, tell me what you think, and shout out to @manuelmiranduh because reading her work was kind of instrumental to how I cam about to write for this fandom anyway? So, girl, thanks. 

Part Two


The Internet was truly weird, and even if you’ve spent a good decade-and-a-half (although when put that way, you sounded way older than you actually were) in an industry that put you underneath the microscope of it, it never ceased to astound you how truly odd it could be.

“Nancy,” you called, and said woman looked up from her phone, “what the fuck is an Elsnavi and why is it all over Twitter?”

In all of your partnership you’ve never seen your agent so uncomfortable.

“Um.”

“More importantly, why are they tagging me?”

“Er,”

“And even more importantly, why are there pictures of me kissing someone?

Nancy scratched the back of her neck, refusing to look you in the eye. She toyed with her phone for a moment, before at last cutting a glance to you. You raised your eyebrows expectantly. Nancy pursed her lips, obviously conflicted. Finally she leaned back, letting her head hang from the back of the couch, releasing a long-suffering sigh. Blearily, she turned to fix you with a watery, unamused stare.

“I didn’t think we’d have to have this conversation, like, at all.”

“Well, we’re having it now.” you said, clicking your phone closed and placing your full attention on her.

Nancy sighed once more, sitting up properly, and looked to be squaring herself up before saying, “You know about shipping right?”

“Unfortunately,”

“Well, Elsnavi is a ship name. A name of a pairing.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” you asked, confused.

“I was getting to that point,” Nancy said patiently. “The long and short of it is that people are shipping you as Elaine and Lin-Manuel Miranda as Usnavi from In The Heights.”

You sat for a long moment, simply dumbfounded. You clicked your phone back to life and scrolled through the tag once more, finding an additional hashtag in a few posts that was a touch more worrying.

“What the fuck is Y/N/Lin then?”

It seemed that you had reached the point of the conversation that Nancy, if it was possible, dreaded even more. “Yeah, okay, I’m gonna need to—“ She started gently prying your phone away from you. In your confusion, you let it slip through your fingers without protest.

“Well?”

Nancy breathed through her nose, trying as much to steady you as she was steadying herself. “Here’s the thing,” (She paused, and you had to narrow your stare to coax her into continuing,), “so shipping mostly occurs with fictional characters right?” You nodded. “Well, sometimes fans have a tendency to, um, go over.”

“The Internet is shipping me,” (you pointed to yourself,), “not Elaine, or any other role for that matter.” It wasn’t a question. “And they’re shipping me with Lin-Manuel Miranda?”

Nancy nodded, eyes slightly fearful.

“You’d think they’d ship themselves with Lin.” You sputtered, still quite frozen on your couch. “God, do they know I haven’t even met him?”

“Yeah, they do. Has that ever stopped them before?”

“I guess not,”

It was hard not to be offended by it, although you knew very well it was mostly harmless, but goddammit it was your life, the people you chose to be with, and it took away some form of agency, knowing that people were hand-picking men they thought would look nice with you and bypassing your opinion entirely.

“Is there any particular reason they, ah, preferred Lin?” you asked, not helping the trace of spite that made its way into your tone. Nancy noticed, and stiffened.

“Well, the Elaine/Usnavi one is a bit easier to explain and understand,” she said. “Usnavi’s awkward and energetic and Elaine’s a cutthroat bitch with a heart of gold and, as you will learn, the Internet kind of lives for that dynamic, so they put the two together. Cross-over.”

You nodded along at her explanation, and when she didn’t continue to the more pressing matter, you pointedly glared. Nancy, seeing this, sighed and relented. “You and Lin are a bit more confusing,” You scoffed. Confusing was just the fucking tip of the fucking ice berg. “But to keep a long story short, your pairing is pretty much Elsnavi taken up a couple more notches.” Your eyebrows trekked impossibly higher up your hairline. “All right, a lot of notches, but there’s nothing harmless in it. And I think you’d be a bit more used to it considering all the success Killing a King got. Remember when they were convinced you were dating Josh Hutcherson because he showed up backstage?”

Oh yeah, that entire debacle. Killing a King, essentially, gave you the recognition on the Great White Way you had already accomplished in a couple of other areas. It wasn’t your first musical, but it was your first lead role, and people weren’t likely to forget Elaine King quite yet. This whole Elsnavi business was proof of that.

“It’s not that I’m bothered by it,” Nancy, this time, was the one to raise her eyebrows, dubious. “Okay, I am, but God it just feels a bit… I dunno,”

“Creepy?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nancy said soothingly, but with that touch of brusque that made you know that she was over the entire thing entirely, and you should be too. “I already checked over the websites—“

“There are websites?” you gaped.

Honey, this is the Internet we are talking about, of course there are websites. Anyway, I’ve checked all of them over (it wasn’t easy, mind you) and there weren’t any debilitating details.”

“They probably have porn of me somewhere,” you muttered darkly, causing Nancy to shoot you an amused glance.

“Don’t check those links in any case, unless you’re really wanting to ruin your day.”

“I’ll steer clear, thanks.”

With a chuckle, Nancy stood up, reminded you that you had appointments and meetings and whatnot to get to, and lead you to the car.

You managed to forget about the entire Elsnavi, Y/N/Lin thing for about a week. And it wasn’t even your fault.

You were up late, coming back from a screening you were invited to attend, and you were flipping listlessly through the channels, an open bottle of red wine on your coffee table and all the intent to find the nearest episode of Sex in The City and calling it a night, but you landed on a channel with him on it.

And of course, the first thing that came to mind was that stupid photo manipulation of you kissing him.

He looked, well, good, you had to admit. Short hair, the goatee almost gone except for a half-shadow-beard going along his chin. His suit was blue, and goddammit, you couldn’t help but notice that it was a color that very much suited him.

He and Jimmy Fallon were in the middle of laughing about something, Fallon as always overdoing it, and you were going to change the channel. You really were. But they mentioned your name next.

“So what’s the deal with you and Y/N anyway?” Fallon asked Lin, a photo of you flashing behind them. It was you on stage, as Elaine, looking quite cross. Lin laughed, twisting in his seat to get a good look at you.

“I honestly don’t know, man. You tell me, the Internets are always coming up with stuff.” Lin said, settling back into his seat.

“Because you and her are cropping nearly everywhere on social media,” Another photo, this time a manip of Usnavi and Elaine, came up on the screen. Lin twisted again to look.

“Yeah, beats me. What’s funny is that I’ve never even met her.”

No!

“Yeah!” Lin said, laughing. “We haven’t met, although I’d love to. I saw her in Killing a King, she was incredible.”

“Don’t you think all this business would put a damper on the meeting though?”

Lin shrugged jovially, although he did look a tad sheepish. “Here’s to hoping it doesn’t, man. It’d be bomb to meet her in person.”

You changed the channel then, and this time it was a new episode of The Big Bang Theory. You had enough on your mind that you managed to ignore it.

So he wanted to meet you in person? Huh. That’s something.

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, eyed the bottle of wine. You grabbed it and took a long gulp.

Figures.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if I'm clueless and not looking hard enough but how do we know he's only doing four interviews? Or what seems to be. Thanks, have a great day!

That’s what Scott Mills and Nick Grimshaw said this morning on BBCR1.

Scott:  You don’t really hear him talk very often, do you? In fact, from what I’ve heard he’s not even doing many interviews. He’s doing, like, I think, four or five interviews around the world, and one of those is with you.

Nick:  Yeah, he’s doing a lot. He’s only doing Saturday Night Live, um, and he’s doing some other stuff in America, and us, on Friday.

So “four or five” may not be exact, it could be six, but it’s definitely limited, which is fantastic. Most of us that thought his album would be after Dunkirk’s premiere were concerned about overexposure if it dropped before, but that seems to have been taken well into account. 

Now, not only do we get better, longer interviews with people Harry is comfortable with, we don’t get dozens of 10 minute interviews with people who ask the exact same things over and over and focus on his hair or his “ex-gf’s” or “what do you look for in a girl?” or stuff like that.

Not that we won’t get hair or gf questions, I don’t think we’re that lucky, but they won’t be the primary focus of the interview, thank god.

Janna needs closure

“Hey Janna,” a certain skateboard loving teen announced.

Without taking her eyes off Star or Marco, she effortlessly waved at Jackie. “Hey.”

The blonde glanced between Janna and the Starco pair. “What’re you doing?”

She waited for a response, but Janna ignored her question, watching Star highfive Marco and move closer to his seat to the point where she was leaning against her friend. The boy placed an arm over her shoulder and laughed with Star, probably over something trivial.

“Uh… Janna-”

“Those two are dating.”

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A Beeautiful Misunderstanding

I just wanted to write something silly and this was the result. Zero planning went into this, and I’m strangely pleased with the results anyway.


“Watch out!”

Marinette barely managed to dodge the street lamp thrown at her courtesy of today’s second akuma. It should have been frightening. Instead, it was just exhausting. Honestly, Marinette had to wonder where Hawkmoth was even finding so many angry people. Given how much she struggled to keep up with her grades, her attendance at school, and her job protecting Paris, part of her was surprised she hadn’t been akumatized herself yet.

Before she could move away from the area and out of danger, she was being scooped up and carried off to a nearby rooftop. “You’re okay, right?”

Marinette looked up to see the newest superhero staring down at her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Great. Stay there, and I’ll get this villain away from you.” Queen Bee smirked. “We can talk about paying me back for saving you later!”

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a lot of weird headcanons about sirius black's life

- he was born blonde, shockingly blonde, to the point of being confused as some malfoy clone. walburga didn’t appreciate this. abraxas malfoy thought it was hilarious.

- when regulus was born, he cried and cried and cried, but he wouldn’t let the poor baby out of his sight. he slept on the floor of the nursery and tried to hold hands with regulus through the bars of the crib. his mother thought it was particularly odd but still couldn’t force sirius to leave until regulus was too old for the nursery

- by the age of four, sirius had words like “mudblood” on the tip of his tongue, thrown around the same way anyone else would use “jerk” or “idiot”. that’s just what it meant to him

- once, when he was seven, regulus tried to throw play-punches at sirius in a ship and sirius called him a mudblood out of retaliation. the storekeeper threw them both out and walburga held onto them both by the shoulders, whispering, “he doesn’t know what’s coming to him” and explaining to the boys that the word meant nothing bad at all.

- his mother used to burn photos of muggles in the daily prophet. she’d see them in the backgrounds of photos taken in the muggle world next to articles explaining the newest muggle technology and just burn them, muttering curses and saying, “you see, sirius, dear, this is what we must do to keep ourselves safe.” this was the first time sirius ever felt a gut instinct that his mother might have been wrong.

- his parents didn’t bat an eye when nine year old sirius sprinted into their living room and exclaimed that he was going to marry the handsome, male lead singer of the hobgoblins. “at least pick someone pureblood,” orion had said without lifting his eyes from the newspaper he’d been reading. sirius grinned.

- he loved his parents so much he cried when they dropped him off at platform nine and three quarters.

- when he was sorted into gryffindor, he had no doubt in his mind that his parents would accept him either way. they had loved him dearly, hadn’t they? (he didn’t get a letter back from them about it until two months letter.)

- he didn’t instantly become friends with james potter. they had a sort of competitiveness with one another for the first couple months of their first year, always outdoing each other in classes and racing on the grounds and “look, professor, my rat turned into a pincushion before potter’s -”, “no, it didn’t, his pincushion still has a tail -”  and “EVANS! hey, evans, see, black can’t do this on a broom, can he?”, “i can do way more with a broom than you can -”.

- they became friends through remus, who was forced to tutor them both (thanks to mcgonagall) in every class since they couldn’t bother to study when they were too busy trying to prove themselves to each other.  "you two would get along,“ remus remarked casually as he attempted to explain the proper way to flick your wand when turning a pin into a glass. potter and black looked at each other.  "no,” they said.  "well, maybe you two put together could make one proper wizard,“ remus said.  ”…he’s got a point there. my parents’ll kill me if they see one more bloody notice from mcgonagall about detention. shake on it, james?“ james grinned and held out his hand.

- peter pettigrew sort of got dragged along into this mess by sirius, who decided peter was kind enough to be part of their group when the other three of them started plotting out a way to map out the secret entrances of the castle so they could get into the kitchens at night. "sirius, i don’t think i can help -” peter said as sirius (literally) dragged him from their room and into the common room at midnight. “nonsense, peter! if we have four people instead of three, then we’ve got a better chance of survival-”  "survival???“  "yeah. you’re smart! professor flitwick said your charms are better than most of our year’s, remember?”  "well, um -“  "c'mon, pettigrew, you’re gonna get food out of this!”

- sirius realized muggles were people all on his own. it helped that when he met remus’ parents, his mother was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and she was a muggle, and if a muggle raised remus - the kindest boy he’d ever met - then how bad could they be? 

- severus snape was not his worst enemy as much as he was the person that was supposed to “fix him” and “keep him away from the gryffindor boys”, according to his parents. he didn’t quite hate snape until he realized this was the whole reason severus started talking to him in the first place.

- sirius says, “so james says you’re a werewolf?”  and remus says, “mhmm.” so sirius says,  "that’s… awful. i’m sorry.“  and remus says, ”’s alright. you’re not scared, either?“ and sirius says, definitively, "i’ll help you, okay? whatever you need. you’re just remus. the werewolf part of you is just a bonus.” and remus smiles.

- walburga black started ignoring him completely during his second year. his summers were more lonely than he thought they ever could be, especially when his letters from the potters, from the lupins, and the pettigrews were shredded and burned before he ever saw them.

- their third year in a nutshell: “james.”

“what?”

“JAMES.”

“SIRIUS.”

“JAMES.”

“SIRIUS." 

"for the love of merlin, i am trying to SLEEP; could you two please just make out and shut up already?”

“sorry, moony." 

"JAMES!”

- sirius black started kissing girls in broom closets during their fourth year just to see what it was like. he wasn’t gay, you know, just… he liked both. (he thought.) and girls were pretty. and they thought he was pretty. and it made sense, yeah? it made sense to kiss them. it wasn’t fireworks or anything… more like sparks. (maybe if he loved them, it would’ve made a difference. that’s what he told himself, anyway.)

- his best friend, by far, was lily evans. she’d kind of decided to kick his ass when he left marlene in tears after he kissed her and said he wasn’t interested in dating, and well, sirius kind of loved her for it. she yelled and yelled and yelled at him and all he could do was give some shit-eating grin and say “sorry. do you wanna hang out at hogsmeade next week?” and she just glared at him and said, “i’m not going on a date with you, asshole” and he just said, “god, no, i’d never date you - no offense, but james would kill me. you just seem fun.” and they did have fun. and they never looked back. 

- his favorite subject was transfiguration for no reason other than that mcgonagall was the mother to replace his real mother slipping through his fingers.

- sometimes sirius would slip up and say mudblood, and his friends would all look at each other and they’d say, “sirius-” in that voice only mothers use to scold their children, and sirius’ eyes would get all wide and he’d bow his head and he’d say “sorry” and he’d say it over and over and over again until he thought he purged the word out of his system.

- he started kissing boys in fifth year. no one who knew him thought it was all that strange, but those who didn’t certainly did.

- grimmauld place was so empty and lonely and cold every summer that he started cutting up the walls in his bedroom and talking to the portraits instead of his family. he decided to run away when regulus stopped looking him in the eye, slipped out of his house in the middle of the night after packing his bags, and showed up on the potter’s doorstep as padfoot. he cried himself to sleep when they took him in.

- “YOU AND LILY ARE DATING? WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED? IS SHE UNDER A CURSE?  LILY, ARE YOU OKAY, OH MERLIN, JAMES, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU USED AN UNFORGIVABLE CURSE ON HER-" 

- albus dumbledore once told him that he would amount to things far greater than he could ever imagine. he never forgot that, either, through everything.

- the second they graduated, he joined the order of the phoenix and feared for his friends’ lives.

- one time, in the middle of the night, when the death eaters started picking off powerful witches and wizards one by one, after they’d lost so many people, sirius and remus stayed up all night at remus’ place. they huddled together, side by side, underneath a blanket, wands clutched in their fists like lifelines, watching their windows for any green lights that might go off. "remus?” sirius had whispered. “sirius?” remus had whispered back. he kissed remus then, for the first time. “i just needed to do that. at least once.” it was the only time, too.

- harry james potter was the light of his life. when he was born, sirius held his godson in his arms and sobbed great big happy tears, lily and james smiling at each other the whole time.

- he cared more that lily and james had passed than he did about them dragging him, kicking and screaming and aching, to azkaban for “killing peter”. 

- azkaban never treated anyone well, but sirius black lost every inch of who he used to be in there. the outgoingness, the laughter,, the dancing on tables, the kissing boys in broom closets, the shit-eating grins, the pranks, the late night talks, the sleep deprived and slurred phrases, the “mishief managed”’s, all that joy - just disappeared, just leaked out of him through the years of waste. he spent more years in that prison than he did with his best friends. he spent more years thinking about them than being with them.

- he was never as angry with peter as he should have been. he just couldn’t make himself despise him. he could want to kill him - he could be angry with him - but he just couldn’t, in his mind, think “peter” and “evil” were synonymous.

- when he saw harry again - he was almost embarassed. almost sad that he was the way he was, so shaggy and matted and broken, half the man he should’ve been for the boy he cared so deeply for, the boy who saved him. who saved all of them. but he could’ve cried out of happiness when he saw him. he wanted nothing more than to hug him, to hug this last little reminder of the man who used to be, this boy who would change his life. 

- when he saw remus again, he saw flashes of the lives they were supposed to have - lives they could have had. lives they couldn’t have anymore. he wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and relish in how old they’d gotten and how young they still were.

- every time he saw harry, he was reminded of why he was doing this, why he was joining the order again, why he was fighting agan. in more ways than one. for james. for lily. for harry. for everyone.

- when sirius black died, sacrificing himself for people he loved, becoming a martyr - he died smiling.

Not a Costume Party

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Prompt by @mouserzwuzhere: Owen and reader go to a Halloween party as Fred and Wilma Flintstone… because dinosaurs.

A/N: AGH sorry school got super crazy before Halloween, so please enjoy my very late Halloween story.  I know I haven’t written in a while, so I’ll try to fix that.  I really enjoyed this one, because it was nice to write a character as truly awkward as I am.  Anyway, hope y’all like it!

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“I look so dumb,” you whisper.

“You look fine,” Claire replies.

“Claire, don’t lie to me,” you say.  “I look so dumb.”

“It’s not your fault that I didn’t get the memo,” she says.  

“Didn’t get the memo?” you fume.  “You’re the one who told me to dress up.  You even picked out my costume!”  You gesture to the short, white dress you’re wearing, an oddly sexy version of a Wilma Flintstone costume.  

You had thought the idea was cute, but now that you were here at the Jurassic World crew party and you were the only one dressed up, you felt anything but cute.

“(Y/N), relax,” Claire says.  “You look adorable.  The dress looks good on you.  You know who’ll like it?”

“What?”

“Owen.”  You roll your eyes, trying to appear nonchalant.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You like him, right?”

“Is this payback?”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

“(Y/N), trust me,” Claire says.  “It’ll all be-”

“Claire, I thought you said this was a costume party!”

You look up at the sound of Owen Grady’s voice.  It takes a couple seconds for you to process that not only is he shirtless, but his shorts are orange with black spots.  

And then it hits you.  He’s Fred Flintstone.

And all the pieces click together in your brain.

You turn to Claire, who’s doing her best to hide a growing smirk.  She looks down at her phone and puts it up to her ear.

“Sorry, I have to take this call,” she says.  You glare at her as she walks quickly away.  Liar.  You could almost swear you see a skip in her step as she exits the room.

“Claire told you to dress up too?” Owen says.  You take a deep breath and turn to face Owen, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his face, instead of…other things.

“Yep,” you say calmly.  “I’m guessing she also picked out your costume?”

“Yeah,” Owen says, a little sheepishly.  As people pass, they stare at Owen and you’re suddenly very grateful that Claire opted for something slightly more conservative for you.  “I see we’re matching.”

“Yes,” you say.  “I think Claire had some ulterior motives tonight.”

“Oh?” Owen asks, raising an eyebrow.  “Like what?”  Your eyes widen as you realize that you’ve said more then you meant to.  

“Um…” you say, grasping for words.  “Well…she picked a super revealing costume for you.  She probably just wanted to…check out your…rocking bod.”  You cringe at the words coming out of your mouth, hoping that a hole opens up in the ground and swallows you up.

“You think I have a…rocking bod?” Owen smirks, his tone amused.

“I think Claire thinks you have a rocking bod,” you backpedal.  “Also, can we stop saying the phrase rocking bod?”

“You started it.  Plus, I think you’re wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“About Claire’s ulterior motives.  I think she’s trying to set us up.”

“For a crime?” you ask stupidly and Owen laughs.

“I think you know what I mean, (Y/N),” Owen says.  

“Maybe you’ll have to spell it out for me,” you reply.

“Claire thinks we’d be good together,” Owen says.

“Claire also thought that she could create genetic dinosaur hybrids and everything would be okay,” you quip and Owen laughs.  

“Well, do you agree with Claire?” he asks.

“No, I think genetic dinosaur hybrids are disastrous,” you reply.  “Too much probability involved with the genetics-”

“(Y/N).”

“What about you?” you challenge.  “Since you’re the one that brought it up.”

“I think we’d be great together,” he says matter-of-factly.

“I…what?”  Owen smiles and raises an eyebrow.  “Oh…um…yeah.  Okay.”

“Okay?” Owen teases.  “That sounds so enthusiastic.”

“I don’t…” you trail off.  “It’s just that….you’re so…I don’t-”

“Can I just kiss you know?” Owen asks.  “Unless you want to keep rambling.”

“No, please, go ahead,” you say, leaning forward.  “I didn’t know what to say anyway.”

Here we go…

I got around to analyzing the Cross x Dream comic, and, well, let’s just say I found some stuff I kinda wanted to bring attention to… whoops… sorry in advance? (I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just being overly observant as usual.)

And no, this actually isn’t another rant about how Nightmare is unloved, thank goodness. This is supposed to be half comedy, so only take it half seriously. My strong reactions to things are for comedic effect, I mean. In fact, most of it is simply my reactions to the comic while I was reading it.

I don’t own any of the images used.

Update: Since the Cross x Dream comic was abruptly discontinued, this post doesn’t have much importance anymore, but I’m still going to leave this here for… historical purposes? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

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anonymous asked:

So far the comments I'm seeing about Barry's coming out are mostly "I didn't realize people thought he was straight" ajslslslkkl I just can't wait to see those comments when h&l come out. Like I want casual gp fans to say "well they have matching tattoos so..." "the small one literally has a triangle tattoo" "didn't the tarzan looking one out himself like a bunch of times during interviews" "my dude he said he loves abba and grease come on now" "um he danced around with a pride flag on stage"

yeah i feel like there’s going to be a lot of people going … didn’t one of them come out already a bunch of times? the other one has a TRIANGLE TATTOO? and people thought he was straight?

titleno love, no glory (no hero in his skies)

summary: Snapshots of a life shared, a friend lost, and a love found. (for @arkhamknignt

Jason Todd and Kyle Rayner had been a pair since before Bruce Wayne, before Robin, before a ring took Kyle into the stars. Before death, heartache, realizations, and anger.

It starts on a rainy day in Gotham, deep in the dirtiest parts of the city’s underside.

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