walk-out

Meanwhile, in an Ancient Ruin

Spiders: *attack*

Warden: *falls immobile*

Spiders: *pounces* Om nom nom!

Warden: Oh, Maker! It’s eating my face! Get it off! Get it off!

Rest of party: *kills spiders*

Warden: *stands up*

Warden: Yeah, take that you stupid spiders!

Warden: *kicks spider corpse*

Warden: *turns around*

Warden: *gets stuck in spider web*

Warden: *looks at party*

Warden: *still in web* We shall never speak of this.

I opened the workroom door to go back out on the main floor of the library to find a kid, standing there unmoving, eyes fixated on the (completely blank) door

I awkwardly stepped out bc the kid still wasn’t moving and he was kind of in the way and then he asked “what’s in there?” and I was like “….the workroom?” and awkwardly shuffled over to my boss who had been watching the whole time and just watched as the kid continued to contemplate the door, deciding that standing even closer in front of it (i had nearly clocked him in the face when i walked out, he didn’t even flinch) was a good idea

where my boss called out “you might not want to stand there, we come in and out of there very often” and he scampered off

and then my boss and I had a very “kids are so fucking weird” conversation that ended in her telling me “don’t have kids” and me going “i’m not planning on it”

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza
#7 - “Watch me”

Sum: Shawn and Y/N are fighting and Y/N decides that enough is enough.

Words: 747


Originally posted by bottomoftheoceanworld

“No! Don’t you dare blame this on me, Shawn!”

 "Well, what do you expect me to do?“

 "I don’t know, trust me maybe?!" 

"How am I suppose to? Tell me, Y/N, because I am DYING to know!”

This argument had been going for at least 30 minutes now. The day had started out perfectly. Your best friend, Ashton, had just come home from living across the world and you hadn’t seen each other in years. Ash asked you to grab a coffee which you gladly accepted.

The thing was that fans had spotted you hugging and kissing cheeks and the tweets spread rumors faster than a lightning. Of course Shawn had seen the pictures and was by now furious.

“Because he is my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you.” You responded with a loud voice. Shawn snorted and folded his arms over his chest. 

“Shawn, you meet hundreds of girls each day and you never hear me complaining when you kiss their cheeks.”

“That’s a whole different thing, Y/N.”

“But it isn’t!” You argued and crossed your arms over your chest as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah it is! My job includes meeting fans. It’s pretty much my duty to make them happy. Without them I am nothing.”

“What about my happiness?” You mumbled and looked down on your feet. In the corner of your eyes you saw how Shawn frowned confused and rolled his eyes.

“What about it?” He simply answered.

“How do think I’m feeling when you go off touring, sometimes being away for over 6 months?” 

He stood silent.

“How do you think I’m doing? It’s not like I’m having sex with each guy I see just because you’re not home and I feel alone. Shawn, I wait for you to come home because I love you.”

Shawn snorted and rolled his eyes once again. 

“Why should I believe what you’re saying? Who knows, maybe you’ve been sleeping around. Maybe you’ve been a stupid groupie all this time? Maybe, each time I’m in the studio, Ashton comes here and fucks you behind my back?”

Outch. 

Those words hit you like knives stabbing you over and over again. How could he say that? You would never, ever do such thing. You thought he knew that. 

You just glared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. You felt like crying, but not in front of Shawn. No, he didn’t deserve your tears.

Suddenly his face turned around as he just realized what he said. 

“N-no, Y/N I didn’t—" 

"Save it.” You interrupted him and turned around to grab your bag on the floor. You couldn’t stay anymore.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a voice of panic. You stood up straight and swung your bag over you shoulder and looked at your boyfriend. 

“Not your concern. I’m surprised you even care.” You muttered and grabbed your converse to put them on.

“But it is my concern!” You gave him an angry glare and ignored him. Now he cares? About time.

 "Y/N, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare walk out on me.“ He said and glared at you with a clenched jaw. You took a few deep breaths before you turned around and headed for the door. 

"Watch me, superstar.”

You were about to open the door when a hand quickly smashed the door close again. You caught your breath and jumped around to see Shawn standing only a few inches away from your face with his hands pressed against the door to hold it close. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but no words came out.

“Don’t go.” Shawn husky muttered and looked into your Y/EC eyes with such desperation. You didn’t have an answer. You just looked into his brown eyes and felt yourself drowning in them.

“I-I—”

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours which made you catch your breath in surprise. He pressed you up against the door even more and held his hands on your hips. You started to relax and kissed him back which made him squeeze your hips even more.

After a few seconds he slowly pulled back and rested his forehead against yours as you both breathed each other in.

“Stay. Please. I love you.” He raspy whispered. You gulped hard before nodding your head slowly.

 "I’m not going anywhere.“


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Happy Easter, everyone!

anonymous asked:

It's my birthday and I'm wondering if it'd be possible for you to write an ultra small piece of the big three hanging out at the Watch tower? Make them tired and/or drunk (that's nearly not possible but… work with me lmao). From Batman's or whomever's point of view you wish!

It’s after two in the morning for the East Coast but the Watchtower’s facing the sun, radiation washing virtually every surface if not for the almost spotlessly invisible protective glass that makes you feel like you’re in open space, and Alfred, he thinks with a smile, would probably find it mildly funny that the AI responsible for the up-keeping of the station is called Pennyworth. The original name was PJH-B but after everyone started jokingly calling out to ‘Pennyworth’ and after PJH-B started replying, Bruce took the very silent liberty of changing the code and replacing it with A-Penny. No one would go looking, no one would ever know, but every time A-Penny finished its duties at the end of the day, the small notification that read A-Penny has clocked out for the night brought the same smile to his face.

“It’s funny,” Diana says and it comes out as a slight drawl, even though it’s still more elegant than anyone has ever managed. The glass in her hands reflects the sun and the tablet’s surface turns into a mural. “We drink now… for no reason. But we didn’t drink for Bruce’s birthday a month ago.”

They were too busy picking up the slack after New York had almost been completely demolished on Clark’s birthday and, anyway, they still made time to quickly check in with him while he visited his parents back in Smallville. Aside from quick remarks the Wayne family in Gotham had be used to accommodate on February 19th, however, no celebration had been prepared for Bruce Wayne’s birthday, part of it possibly because Mr. Wayne had reportedly been seen celebrating on his own on some private island away from the city. The media wasn’t sure which island but they had intel about the specific drink combinations consumed, so it had to be accurate intel. Alfred wasn’t new at this, after all.

“I don’t know about that. Stopping an alien invasion…,” Clark pauses. “Again. Seems like a good reason to celebrate.”

The almost finished bottle is dark green and the liquid inside as clear as water. Someone’s someone brought it as a present for the team at Hal’s birthday party because someone’s someone’s planet was famous for their heavenly brew and brew, Bruce thinks, ended up being just a synonym for booze. He knew, of course, because he had analyzed every single component before even allowing it to be stored anywhere near the Justice League’s headquarters, but the ever so slight dizziness he keeps telling himself he hasn’t had for the last ten minutes indicates this wasn’t just alien booze. This was strong alien booze.

“So how come Batman,” Clark starts and the last word comes out as an inside joke between the three of them, too grandiose and holding myth to be real, “can’t get drunk easily?”

“Because Batman,” Diana continues with the same tone, “is desensitized to anything that might compromise his judgment.”

And it’s true, and Bruce silently agrees, and he doesn’t say how this is funny to him. He should be desensitized to alcohol but a year has passed and League business has taken up most of his time and Scarecrow with his chemicals are scheming silently somewhere away from Gotham and Alfred keeps swapping his glasses with ginger ale during parties and, if he’s completely honest, he’d probably still get that headache he’s not admitting to even if the glass in front of him was filled with nothing more than watered-down beer.

Pennyworth, his mind slips back. Make a note with Pennyworth to start alcohol tolerance conditioning again. He doesn’t know if he means the AI or the butler.

“If it makes you feel any better, Jordan’s birthday would’ve stolen the spotlight from anyone else in the vicinity,” Bruce says after a while. He specifically remembers a power ring-made piñata hanging from the Watchtower’s ceiling and Hal smashing it again and again…  and again. He didn’t like it all that much, it was clear, but every once in a while Bruce would move his head a few mere inches while reviewing field reports, and the fact it bothered him made Hal become both an enthusiast and a pro at piñata punching over a single night.

“It doesn’t,” Diana raises one eyebrow. “You deserve to be celebrated too. You’ve been a staple amongst this team. Weak excuses to avoid people from being happy you exist in their lives isn’t enough.”

Clark’s smile turns to a good-hearted chuckle that reverberates all around them. He places the back of his hand on his mouth as if he wants to show he didn’t mean to interrupt. “Batman doesn’t have a birthday,” he whispers in a conspiring tone, leaning in. “He wasn’t born. He was molded.”

Batman laughs this time. It starts as a barely contained smile, then a wider one, then a noise that can’t be restrained as he joins in both Diana and Clark’s cheers. It’s not that funny, a part of him thinks, which only reinforces the silliness. He does his best to avoid acknowledging the same part, the one that wears the cowl the firmest, that reminds him of a certain painful night over and over again. The bottle’s level lowers some more so the numbness blissfully sets in. A sense of belonging has always been part of this room, this huge round table with its big insignias carved behind every chair and its big Seven making team decisions all the time, but right now the world ‘family’ is louder than it’s been recently and maybe it’s not just the alien liquid that’s burning up Bruce’s chest.

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Supergirl Season 1 Appreciation Week

day 1 - april 17th : the moment you knew you loved the show

→ 1x01 - Pilot

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