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Dating Chanyeol Would Include...

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek




  • Listening to music together until 3 a.m.
  • Him constantly teasing you about how short you are compared to him.
  • Especially when you’re trying to reach something and you can’t.
  • Or when you want to kiss him but you need him to lean down first.
  • Coffee dates.
  • Lots of em.
  • Taking him food while he’s at the studio.
  • You staying with him at the studio because you want to keep him company while he works.
  • Falling asleep as soon as he starts to work.
  • You rapping his lines really off tune.
  • “Babe, if you’re gonna do that could you at least try to make it sound like you’re not dying?”
  • “We can’t all be professional rappers like you, buddy!”
  • Him giving you guitar lessons.
  • You getting frustrated within the first 20 minutes of your very first guitar lesson and almost flailing the instrument across the room.
  • “Jagi-yah, we talked about this. If you feel like throwing the guitar, hit the pillow in front of you. It helps. Just ask Chen.” 
  • *From somewhere deep within the dorm* “I HAD TO BUY HIM A NEW PILLOW!”
  •  Amazing hugs. 
  • If Chanyeol is at your house, so is Baekhyun. Learn to deal with it.
  • Makeout sessions.
  • On the counter.
  • Against the wall.
  • On your bed.
  • And of course Baekhyun always manages to walk in on you.
  • “Are you kidding me!? Can’t you do that in the privacy of your own home!?”
  • Having really stupid contact names for each other.
  • Randomly realizing that you’re literally dating a 6 year old.
  • Laying in each others arms and just running your fingers through his hair.
  • Stealing his clothes.
  • Really corny one liners.
  • Him always kissing you goodbye no matter where he’s going or how long he’ll be gone.
  • Being really close with all the members.
  • Getting made fun of for your skinship.
  • Him getting Baekhyun to help pull pranks on you.
  • You getting Chen to help pull pranks on him.
  • Both of you losing in the end because Satansoo is real and he got one on all of ya’ll. 
  • You’re pretty much a married couple without the paper. 
12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:

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First Kiss - Haechan

A/N: First Haechan scenario on here!

Word Count: 227

Originally posted by haenyan

“It’s shorter-” Donghyuk remarked, gawking obnoxiously.

Grinning, you ran a hand through your tresses.

“It’s cute,” he mused, toying with the ends of your hair tantilizingly.

He smiled, his gaze sweeping over your soft features in adoration. His gaze halted as your pink tongue darted out to wet your supple lips. He mimiced the action, his lips suddenly feeling dry.
You cleared your throat, noticing his attention was elsewhere.
His gaze darted to the floor in response, embarassed he was caught ogling.

“Tie your shoes!”

You grimaced at his obnoxious order, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I don’t want you falling,” he paused, his lips stretching into a thin grin, “-for anyone else but me.”

Playfully, you shoved his shoulder, letting out a weak chuckle.

“I’m serious.”

His features turned placid, his eyes conveying his sincereity. Gently, he leant in, his gaze darting to your lips once again causing you to swallow thickly.

“Are you going to kiss-”

He interupted you, flailing childishly.

“Don’t interupt the scene like that, we were about to have a moment,” he whined.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your lips puckering childishly.

“This will be our first kiss,” Donghyuk whispered frantically.

“Why are you whispering?!”

Letting out a deep breath, Donghyuk leant in, gently letting his lips meld with your own. Time seemed to halt as blood rushed to your cheeks.

Awkwardly, he broke away, a gentle smile illuminating his features.

“Say something,” you whispered.

“Your lips are soft,” he murmured quietly, making you giggle.

He rest his forehead against your own, his eyes shining in contentment. His hands found your sides, making you squirm in his grasp.

“One more,” he bargained, stilling.


First Comes Love Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hi! As you can tell, this is a sequel to First Comes Love. I felt that this was kind of bad due to writer’s block and such, but I’ve been sitting on this for months so I felt it was about time it goes up. Thank you @agentkenziecaptainamerica​ for wanting a sequel to begin with, and for waiting this long. I hope that despite my negative view on it, that you still like it. Anywho, enjoy, Munchkins!

“Peter. Peter! Earth to Peteerrrrr!” You sang, hoping to get the brunette’s attention off of his geometry homework.

With an annoyed grunt, Peter dropped his pencil onto the paper and finally looked up. Even despite the annoyance hidden in his furrowed eyebrows, the hint of amusement sparkling in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What, (Y/N)? I need to finish this homework by next period or I’ll end up in detention,” he groaned.

You looked at the sheet, scoffing.

“You only have six more problems to do with just under 20 minutes of lunch left in the easiest class ever. You’ll be fine, P.”

Peter only glared, waving a hand to indicate that you were clear to continue.

“Anyway! I need your help with an audition for theater. You know that musical, Hamilton? Well! Our school is the first one with a theater department that was given rights to perform it!” You squealed, practically jumping in your seat. “Of course, it won’t be the full production. It’ll be a quicker version. Kinda like a crash course, but musical. It’ll have mashups and gags from the show, but at a faster pace! I need someone to run lines with, and that’s where you come in–”

“No,” Peter interjected.

“Here me out!” You whined.

Peter continued to shake his head. “No way!”

“Pete, please; I really want to be casted!”

“Ask one of your theater friends! I can’t act, love; you know that!”

The nickname sent tingles down your spine, but you quickly ignored them, focusing back on your proposition.

“They’re all busy! I can’t just ask them to drop everything for me!”

Peter raised an eyebrow, irony floating in his voice as he want back to scanning the math problem.

“Really, because that’s what you’re trying to get me to do.”

“Oh hardy har!” You quipped, sarcasm clear in your tone. “Seriously, P, I need your help! Just this once! I promise!”

“You said that last time. If I remember correctly, actually, you say that every time you need something,” Peter teased, crumbling up the scratch paper he had been using with a groan. “How do they expect anyone to be able to do these problems?!”

You snickered, your gaze landing on his worksheet. It looked oddly familiar, so you leaned forward to get a better view. Finally processing the page, an idea struck you.

“If you help me with the audition, I’ll let you copy off of my geometry homework,” you cooed, pulling a duplicate sheet out of your binder, the only difference being yours was completely filled out and a bright pink 105% taunting him from the top of the paper.

Peter’s eyes went wide. “You had the homework this whole time! You–wha–how did you get a 105?!”

You giggled, jerking the sheet backwards when he reached for it. “Corrected a mistake in one of the problems. No big deal. Now, do you want it or not?”

“Yes!” Peter practically whined, leaning forward to grab the paper.

You leaned further back.

“Nah uh uh! First you have to promise you’ll help me after school!” You glanced at the clock and smirked as you read the time. “And I’d make a decision quickly. You only have 15 minutes to get it all copied.”

Immediately, Peter was nodding ferociously, eyes only on the paper you were wiggling in between your fingers.

“Yeah, okay! I’ll help you after school! Uh, meet me by the ticket booth after 8th period, and we can walk to my place. Now, please! Just give me your paper!”

Laughing heartily, you hand him the sheet, giggling as he scrambled to take the paper gratefully; in a matter of seconds, his pencil was flying across the page, eyes only leaving his copy to absorb the information on yours.

Watching fondly, you couldn’t help the slow flutter of your heart at the thought of tonight. You hadn’t been to his apartment in over two months since the English project. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to go back, but your parents had been even more protective since then. Not to mention the recent fights between Spiderman and the odd villain that felt like they could take him–of course, it always resulted in an arrested villain and your paranoid parents becoming even more paranoid. Tonight, though, you were definitely going over, no matter what you had to do to get there.


Apparently, what you had to do was practically slap Peter’s arm raw and put your acting skills to the test. Simultaneously.

You had just found your way a few blocks from the school with Peter by your side, both of you distracted by a joke he had just made, when your phone started ringing almost aggressively.


Your eyes widened nervously before you began flailing your free arm, hand slamming onto Peter’s arm repeatedly.

“Ow! What the heck, (Y/N)–”

“Shhh!” You hissed, pointing to your phone.

Peter raised an eyebrow in question as he watched you bring the device to your ear.

“Daddy! Hi! I was just about to call you!”

“(Y/N)? Darling, where are you?” Your father questioned, worry clear in his tone. “Sanders said you didn’t come to get driven home. Is everything alright?”

You rolled your eyes at the idea of Sanders, the driver your father had recently hired to make sure you got from place to place, telling on you for not showing up.

“Yes, Daddy; I’m perfectly fine. I’m just going to Pet…er, Patricia’s house to work on running lines and some other projects. We have a lot of them,” you lied.

Peter, hearing the lies flowing from your lips, began to cackle. Immediately, you smacked his arm in response only for Peter to squeal in pain, his voice coming out high pitched when he spoke.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! Stop, you could hurt your hand!” Peter screeched, exaggerating the pitch as he smirked at your wide-eyed look.

“Hurt your hand? What are you doing that you could hurt your hand?! Darling, where are you? I’ll send Sanders right away!” You father panicked.

You groaned into the phone, hitting Peter again while sending him a harsh glare.

“No, Daddy! I’m fine. Patricia was just messing around. Anyway, um, we have a lot of p–projects that need to get done by Monday,” you said into the phone, swatting at Pete as he continued to speak in a girly voice. “So, can I spend the weekend over at Patricia’s?”

Peter choked, stopping abruptly and causing you to run into his chest. Looking up with amusement, your eyes locked on his red cheeks and large eyes. Chuckling, you turned your attention back to your father.

“Spend the–Absolutely not! You know better! It’s too dangerous!  There are bad people out that might try to hurt you. Like, muggers or those villains or Spiderman–”

“Spiderman is the good guy, Daddy,” you interject, lurching to the side as Peter pulled you out of the way of a skateboarder.

“Yes, well, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t hurt you! He’s dangerous–”

“But we aren’t talking about Spiderman, Daddy; we’re talking about Patricia. You like her. She’s muscly and protective. Nice, too. Nothing will happen. Please Daddy? We really need to get these done! Just one weekend, and I’ll keep you updated the whole time.”

Your father remained silent, indicating he was deep in thought.

“Please…?” You coo after a few seconds, attempting to convey your strongest form of puppy dog eyes through the phone.


More silence.

“Very well,” he mumbles, interrupting your sudden squealing. “But I will be checking up on you! If anything so much as goes wrong on the other side of town, you are coming home! Am I understood?”

“Yes! Thank you! I love you, bye!”

You quickly hung up the phone before your father could change his mind. Letting out a deep breath, you raised your eyes to Peter, a smirk sliding onto your lips.

“Hmmm,” you hummed. “It looks like you and your aunt are stuck with me this weekend.”

You couldn’t tell if he grew pale or blushed as he answered.

“My aunt is out of town for the weekend…,” He whispered as if just realizing the fact.

Your smirk grew wider.



By Saturday morning, you were sure Peter was already exhausted of your existence. All night you had forced him to go over lines with you, Angelica seeming to be your best chance at landing a role in terms of dialogue, but you weren’t done yet.

When the two of you woke, you hadn’t even allowed him a proper breakfast before dragging him back into the living room. Of course, he was grumbling the entire time.

“(Y/N)! At least let me eat!”

You shook your head defiantly, arguing, “We don’t have time! I need to get my audition down pact!”

“Which we can do after we eat! There’s bacon in the fridge. Bacon!” Peter cried, hands flailing about.

“Pete, please…,” You cooed, rounding your eyes slightly. “I promise we can have bacon for lunch, but now we have to work.”

“Lunch?!” Peter gasped, eyes growing wide. “It’s 7 am! You’re telling me I have to wait until, what, noon to eat?! (Y/N), please!”

You groaned in response, walking to the fridge.

“You know what? Fine! Let’s make a deal, yeah?” You sass, hand on your hip and a newly acquired strawberry in your free hand. “For every song we go through, I will personally hand-feed you fruit. I saw grapes and pineapple slices and cherries and more strawberries in there; I know it’s not bacon, but it’s food. Do we have a deal?”

Peter stood in awe, seeming to go over the proposition in his head. After a few seconds, he slowly began to nod.

“Yeah,” he muttered, “Yeah, okay. Deal.”

You grinned in excitement. “Yes! Okay, come on! Let’s start with Alexander Hamilton; it’s the opening number!”

And soon you two were immersed in the world of music and fruit, singing along to every song sung by a girl in the show or Aaron Burr due to the possibility of the cast being mildly genderbent. By hour two, you had finally gone through act one thoroughly, and were moving on to songs in the second act.

A few minutes in to the second act songs, you smirked. Glancing over the top of your phone at Peter who sat across the room, your cheeks reddened, but you persisted, standing slowly and moving to sit extremely close to him. When he looked up, you leaned in a little closer, allowing your lips to graze gently against his ear and your hand to stop on his bicep.

“This song is called Say No to This…,” You mumbled, pulling away only when you felt him shiver against your palm.

With the slow build of the intro of the song, you hummed along to Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, waiting for your cue to come in.

“I know you are a man of honor. I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone,” you cooed, the musicality of your voice rising as the song progressed.

“My husband’s doin’ me wrong, beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me,” you continued, lowering your gaze to convey vulnerability. “Suddenly, he’s up and gone; I don’t have the means to go on.”

When Peter only continued to watch you as your voice grew more sensual, you grinned, placing your hands on his chest as Hamilton continued to explain the situation. Leaning forward, you forced your features to show a slightly predatory gaze.

“You’re too kind, sir!” You hummed, watching Peter lean back as you grew closer. “This one’s mine, sir!”

The song was slowly coming to one of it’s climaxes, and as it approached it’s first, you watched as Peter’s gaze widened as he let the lyrics sink in–“She turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread and said–”

You broke back in, practically in Peter’s lap now.

“Stay…? Hey….”

And then you let the audio sing, only jumping in when you needed to adlib. As the chorus came to a close, you rose from your spot on Peter’s lap, a slight wave of your hips as he watched in obvious embarrassment.

You mumbled along with Lin-Manuel as he continued in character of Alexander Hamilton.

“I wish I could say that was the last time, I said that last time, it became a pastime. A month into this endeavor I received a letter from a Mr. James Reynolds, even better, it said,” you cooed, cutting short for the audio to continue.

As the song continued, you walked around the couch, a sultry look in your eyes as your fingers grazed along the back of the furniture until they landed on Peter’s shoulders. Sitting on the armrest with your thigh flush against his arm, you leaned close again, your lips dangerously close to his.

raced to her place, screamed ‘how could you?’ in her face, she said

“No sir!”

half dressed, apologetic, a mess, she looked pathetic, she cried

“Please, don’t go sir!”

so was your whole story a setup?–

“I don’t know about any letter!”

stop crying, goddamnit, get up!

“I didn’t know any better!”

I am ruined!–

“Please don’t leave me with him, helpless,” you pleaded, eyes welling with stage tears. “Just give him what he wants and you can have me!”

You pulled away completely, practically belting out the next line.

“Whatever you want, if you pay, you can stay!”

As your voice reached its peak, you withdrew slowly, eyes meeting Peter’s as he watched on. Your gaze flitted from his eyes, watching as he leaned closer to you. When your lips brushed against his ever-so-slightly, you felt a harsh blush attack your cheeks, shocking yourself from the mindset of Maria Reynolds. Now, all there was, was you and Peter. Not Maria and Alex. Just sheltered (Y/N) and shy Peter. And yet here you both sat, lips on the path of connecting.

Blinking out of your actress mindset, your half-lidded eyes flicker down to look at his lips. Looking back up to meet his gaze, you whisper over the song being sung from your phone.

“Right now, the characters are meant to be dry humping,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Really?” He asked, gulping quietly before going on. “And you aren’t because…?”

“You couldn’t handle it, Pete,” you coo, shocked by the husk in your tone.

His breathing hitched in his throat.

“Y-you aren’t wrong…,” he said.


Peter’s cheeks burned as the sound of the suggestive moans of the song rang out, but you still felt the corner of his lip rise in an uncharacteristic smirk form.

“You are definitely not the girl I expected you to be,” he teased, leaning a bit closer as you leaned back. “You have a dark side….”

You laughed nervously. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

Only seconds ago, you had been oozing confidence, but the second you found yourself dropping your facade, you began to feel like a little girl under scrutiny all over again. The thing is, you could handle the scrutiny of your parents and your family and your teachers and just about everyone else, but the second you realized that Peter could be among the scrutinizers, your heart began to ache.

So you waited for his reaction. Any reaction. Just a reaction. Anything to get your heart pumping again, whether it be for better or worst. Except it wasn’t the reaction you were expecting.

Peter pushed his lips to yours. Abrupt and sloppy, but raw and full of everything you two had been holding back for months. For a second, you remained frozen in shock, but as time continued, you melted into him.

Eventually, you both pulled apart, eyes watching the other with caution. The sound of your breathing filled the room, mixing only with the transition of the next song coming on. As the upbeat tune hit a high note, large smiles simultaneously burst onto your faces.

“Good,” Peter mumbled, forehead meeting yours. “Definitely good.”

With a short laugh, you leaned forward, a new eagerness in your actions, only to be cut short by a shrill ringing.



Later that week, after Aunt May had returned and learned of the development between you two, “(Y/N) and Peter sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” had been the only song leaving her lips. Not that either of you minded; it wasn’t like she was lying, and with a smirk, you continued to prove her right.

Restaurant Rebels

*if any of you have seen that clip of corpanga, this will be VERY familiar to you.*

“Thank you for all of this Farkle, it’s so sweet.” Riley smiles, gently placing her palm on top of the back of his hand.

“You’re welcome. It was actually Lucas’ idea. I wonder how they’re getting on.” Just as Farkle mutters the end of his sentence, a growl comes from the other side of the room, causing everyone including them to turn and stare to where a ferocious tiny blonde was standing her ground.


“But what about-”

“NO LUCAS! This is the fifth time we have visited this stupid restaurant this week! What are we even celebrating now? Is it the first time we met? The first time we kissed? What, what is it?” Maya was flailing her hands about, her tight black dress riding up due to the sheer exaggeration she was putting into her speech (she almost toppled over in those very high red heels).

Lucas peered down at his crossed hands nervously, like a little boy who had stolen a cookie. “It’s the anniversary of the first time we ate here.” But then he looked up and squinted. “And you’re about to get us kicked out! From our place. From our base. From our HQ!”

Maya raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to laugh so that she could get across her point. That bloody eyebrow she gave him scared the crap out of him, he had to admit.
“Lucas, I am fifty years away from eating here ! I don’t want all these anniversaries and special dinners and stuff, I just want to grab a pretzel from the cart round the corner and a pint of probably out of date ice cream from Bob’s Late Night Superstore.”

Her voice was still very loud, ringing out throughout the restaurant and the old woman in the floral blouse behind them was not impressed, as she loudly sipped her tea.

“Equweeese me ma'am but could I just ask you to lowe-” Maya turned to him, her arms crossed and eyes squinted right towards the fat Italian man, who had tanned skin and a big, bushy brown moustache proudly branching from his chubby upper lip.

“Grrrr.” She growled at him, gritting her teeth together like a bear and the man’s hands were surrendered, running off like a shot. “LUCAS! I’m yelling at you and you don’t even care!”

Riley was anxiously biting her lip. Sure, Maya and Lucas had been together a lot longer than her and Farkle, the two were very fast moving people. But, she had personally never seen them argue, only over petty things which were easily resolved and she knew that her best friend had quite the temper when she needed or wanted to.

“I think I’m going to go over there and see if I can try and stop Maya smashing a crystalline champagne flute over Lucas’ head.” Riley sighed, preparing to put her napkin on the table. Farkle softly placed his hand on her knee, stopping her before she went.

“I think they’ve got this actually…” He murmured, trying to watch what was happening. “Really?” Riley questioned, and he replied with just the nod of a head.

“Lucas! C'mon say something! I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to have to dress up and do my hair in anything but a messy bun and sweat pants. I’m YELLING and you’re doing nothing!” She exclaimed, her hands still flailing about, but Lucas could only focus on how absolutely gorgeous she looked when she was angry.

The way her eyes shone with mischief and her rouged lips poured words at an ungodly speed, most of which he wasn’t hearing because he was so focused on how that dress hugged her so perfectly and the way her neatly curled locks were getting looser and wilder. All this until a small, pale pair of fingers snapped right in his eyes, making him jump for heavens’ sake.

“Jesus Christ…” He muttered under his breath. Maya was a lot of work (worth it though, of course).
“Well, I happen to think I can be angry very well thank you.” She raised her eyebrows once again, a gesture telling him to go on and show her what he was made of.

“ Grrrr.” He tried his best to impersonate the growl she had come out with earlier and he thought he had done pretty well until Maya burst out into a round of giggles.

“You call that a growl ? That’s like not even Simba learning to roar for the first time.” She chuckled, making a reference to their favourite film to watch together.

“Why can’t we just go home and watch the lion king and be normal, Lucas?” She sighed, not very angry anymore, but still enjoying winning.

He has a cheeky smirk across his cheeks, one that only means trouble and he nods his head slowly. “Alright. Okay, sounds like a plan. But, you have to do this first!” He says.

“What? What do I have to-” But she was cut off by Lucas swiping the tableware (including the crystalline champagne flutes) and lying Maya on the table before jumping on top of her and attacking her lips, much to her surprise. A round of applause and a whoop came from the old lady in the floral blouse behind them, because as much as it disturbed the old lady, it reminded her of her and her husband when they were younger.

No. She wasn’t sure how she ended up making out on a fancy restaurant table. Yes. She did enjoy making out on a fancy restaurant table.

After he had finished, he pulled away leaving them both breathing deeply. “You little restaurant rebel eh?” She smirks, jabbing him in the chest jokingly with her finger. “Don’t get used to it.” He replied, picking her up off the table and staring at the mess on the floor.

He whisked her off her feet bridle style and ran out the restaurant, placing 70 bucks on the table before flying out, whilst still making out.

Riley and Farkle turned to each other in shock what had just happened. How had they gone from yelling at each other to making out on the table?

“We don’t know them!” Riley clarified before collecting her coat and purse and dragging Farkle to hurry after them.

What if.....?

What if, in every fandom universe that we love and adore, we are a fandom and they want our lives?

Dean, Sam and Cas watch a show about your brother and his friends in school and their biggest worry is whether or not they’re going to pass their maths test, and not demons plotting the end of the world.

Harry, Ron and Hermione read a muggle story about your group of friends who go shopping together and just laugh, and have fun, and don’t need to worry about family or friends who might get killed by an evil wizard.

The Avengers read a comic about you and your struggle to find out who you are, and what you want, while never having to worry about saving the world or any villain trying to destroy it. 

The Guardians of the Galaxy watch a movie about us as we giggle and yell and cry and flail about over superheroes, wizards, hunters, time lords, high functioning sociopaths, cartoons, anime’s, and a whole other things that would that too long to mention, and we don’t have to worry about trying to stop the power of the galaxy from getting into the wrong hands.

All of them smile fondly at us, all of them laugh at our jokes, all of them cry when we do, and all of them sit on the edge of their seats wondering if we’ll pass that test, if that t-shirt we want is in stock, if we overcome our social fears, if the new episode of our favourite show is good or not, and what our reaction will be. They think: ‘Sure, their life isn’t always the best, and they might not always be happy, but it’s a life I want’

They don’t understand why we want lives like theirs.

‘What’s so good about my life?’ They think

Why would they want to give up that for this?

What if?

anonymous asked:

so...i'm kind of new to the whole TW thing (i know, i know, i'm 6 years too late) but at the beginning i was mostly just interested in sterek and read lots and lots of their fics before i started to pick up on the show. i'm on season 3 now, and every time jennifer and derek comes up on screen i feel like throwing up. one, bc i know jennifer's using der (wiki'd their character profiles, ha) and two, bc i'm jealous and upset (on stiles behalf) :c am i dumb to feel this way?

Hey anon, welcome to the fandom! <3

Trust me, that is absolutely not dumb. I feel the same way about a certain person Stiles starts dating in a season or so, on Derek’s behalf. Some people can multiship with those two but I absolutely can’t, and it hurts me to see them forced into uncomfortable relationships with other people. (Especially when those other people are kind of awful and horribly suited to them.)

The comforting thing (and also, kind of completely awful thing) about the Derek and Jennifer relationship is that I am absolutely convinced (as is fandom in general) that Jennifer is magically manipulating Derek into this relationship. That she’s using… well, I’m not sure how far you are and how much you know about the arc so I’ll stay vague, but that she’s using a spell on him to make him fall for her so quickly. (Because I mean… come on. Derek, with Derek’s trust issues, falling for someone in all of seven seconds? Not likely.)

And… ok, I want to go into details again but I won’t, but if you watch carefully at one point you’ll see Stiles break her hold on Derek. You’ll see Derek care so much specifically about Stiles, and Stiles not hurting, that Derek pushes past Jennifer’s spell and questions her. Moves against her. And that’s… ugh, that’s just a beautiful touch of Sterek, and IMO worth the arc of Derek dating someone else.

But feel free to come to me here or in chat to complain about the ick of the non-Sterekness (or flail about the awesome Sterek moments we do have!!) or anything else as you move through the series!

And keep on reminding yourself to help get you through: these other relationships are fleeting. Sterek is eternal.

things I like to remember when I am sad:

- June Hovick mentally refers to Ernest and Maks as “her boys”
- in a conversation with Ernest, Maksim calls June “our lady”

thesushimonster  asked:

livia & rosaline & 10 things i hate about you au (free choice on the ships :D)

A/N: So this was huuuugely inspired by your post and is now a multichapter (hope that’s okay). Thanks for the prompt honey and hope you enjoyed this small first part!

Rosaline loved her cousin Juliet with all her heart. After all, the younger Capulet was her best friend, after Livia of course. Rosaline was protective of them, as was her uncle.

Rosaline just didn’t realize exactly how protective of them he was.

“Daddy this isn’t fair!” Juliet yelled, stomping her foot.

“Yeah, Uncle, just because Rose doesn’t date doesn’t mean we can’t! That’s beyond unfair!” Protested Livia.

The two girls were flailing about and Rosaline had to hold in her laughter at the sight. It was quite comical. However, she knew this would feel like the end of the world for the girls.

“As long as you live under my house, you follow my rules. Besides, if Rosaline ends up finding someone worthy of her, then there is definitely a chance you two could find someone worthy of you also.”

“That’s bullshit!” Juliet yelled again

“Language!” He responded back with a deathly glare that made Juliet step back. He sighed, “What’s done is done. Now I have to go to work.” Her uncle walked out the door leaving Rosaline to tend to the two angry girls.

“This is ridiculous.” Juliet said in exasperation, flopping down on the couch.

Livia turned to her sister, “Thanks for your help.” She said sarcastically.

“Hey I tried talking sense to him. He wouldn’t budge. Just relax, this won’t last long. He’ll see how ridiculous this is and change his mind.”

“Your sure about that?”

Rosaline sighed, “It doesn’t hurt to hope.”

“Well in the meantime maybe it’s time for you to finally start dating again.” Juliet offered.

Rosaline snorted, “I rather take my chance on hoping for him to change his mind.”

The two girls gave her an angry look.

This wasn’t going to go well.

Benvolio Montague loved his cousin Romeo, but the boy tended to be way too overdramatic. It usually was entertaining, but he got annoyed when his cousin started to sulk.

“Why the sad face?” Benvolio asked, taking a seat next to Romeo at the lunch table.

“Romeo’s in loooove.” Mercutio chimed in.

“Shut up.” Romeo grumbled, throwing a fry at their cousin.

“So what’s the problem? Does Juliet not like you back?”

Romeo let out a dopey grin, “No I think she loves me too.”

Benvolio furrowed his brow, “Then what’s the problem?”

His younger cousin sighed, “It’s forbidden.”

Benvolio laughed, “Forbidden? What are we in some old Marlowe play or something?”

“I’m serious. Her dad won’t let her date unless her cousin Rosaline dates too.”

He choked on his drink, making it spill a little in front of him, “Rosaline? As in "I don’t need no man” Rosaline Capulet?“

Romeo nodded.

Mercutio offered, "Well if she’s sworn men off that doesn’t mean she’s sworn girls off right? Can’t we get her to just date someone? We know our fair share of pretty ladies.”

“No, she’s sworn off dating alltogether.” Romeo replied, glumly.

This poor sap, thought Benvolio.

“Well, maybe we can convince her to date someone anyways. After all we are very persuasive.” Mercutio winked.

Benvolio snorted, “Convince Rosaline Capulet of anything? Fat chance.”

“I don’t know, we are very convincing. But if we do this we’re going to need reinforcements.”

Apparently “reinforcements” came in the form of the school’s royalty, Escalus and Isabella.

Benvolio had to admit it was a good idea since they used to be close to the Capulet daughters. They would know more about them than he or his cousins would.

“So let me get this straight. You want someone to date Rosaline so Romeo can date Juliet?” Esculas asked.

The three Montegues nodded.

He blinked, “Yeah good luck with that.”

“Come on, we need your help. Please?” Romeo practically begged.

“Yes, come on, don’t you want to help young love?” Benvolio offered.

“I think we should do it.” Isabella chimed in. Esculas looked at his sister, making her shrug, “What? Even though we haven’t talked much since we came back, they’re still are our friends. We should help them be free to date.”

Esculas sighed, “Fine, we’ll help. But who do you have in mind to woe our dear Rosaline?”

“Benvolio.” Both Romeo and Mercutio said at the same time.

He immediately turned to give his cousins a “what the hell?” look.

They just smiled at him.

Benvolio sighed. Well shit.

anonymous asked:


Okay, so apart from everything else we’ve already flailed over, can we talk about Lucifer letting Trixie drag him into the house and play doctor with him while he carried on talking to Maze, and did not get distracted once with his usual CHILD IS TOUCHING ME GET IT OFF routine?

And him scrambling to protect the people Mom might hurt if she pulled an Indiana Jones vs the Nazis thing on the busy pier? As well as just Chloe?

And him blaming himself for hurting Linda and saying “enough about me, let’s focus on you?”

And finally realizing, after Chloe points it out of course, that not lying and that telling the actual truth are two different things and finally volunteering to really do it?

Because I am emotion about all of this. Very much.

anonymous asked:

yoooo so that one reaction abt the inquisitor asking the companions to take in their kid? i uh, sort of am in the middle of writing something loosely based on it (and by in the middle i mean i read the ask this morning and have been drafting/writing it all day). whoops

Link us when you post it so that we can make happy flailing noises about it.


I was recently talking with Keith about Welcome to Night Vale, and we started flailing over how very autistic Cecil is. I immediately went in search of fan things, and found a lot of autistic Carlos (which is also def. a thing) but almost no autistic Cecil. To remedy that, headcanons!
1. Carlos’ perfect hair and Cecil’s anger over it being cut: Cecil’s faceblind. He can’t really recognize Carlos without his hair, and is upset because now he doesn’t quite know which person in a lab coat is Perfect Carlos.
2. He canonically has whatever gender you want him to have. This is because he doesn’t quite understand how gender works, and anyway likes tights because they’re compressive and soft and fuzzy.
3. He mentions having no friends in Night Vale but Carlos. This is not quite true- he and Old Woman Josie go bowling together - but he’s been rejected too many times, for various reasons, by random people he tries to be friends with (and, um, his mother ) that he just doesn’t try anymore. This is why he overshares on the radio- he has nobody to talk to, and loves to talk, and his microphone doesn’t talk back or judge him.
4. One of the reasons he has no friends is his unfortunate habit of recording every conversation he has with people (this, also, is canon) and then listening to it obsessively when he gets home. People find this sort of behavior creepy, even for Night Vale.
5. His special interest in reporting beginning very young: he has a need to be useful. He has a talent for words, just not conversation. (See: eloquence in radio and “neat!” when talking to Carlos)
6. He’s really alexithymic. See him reporting, “Madeline laFleur was both relieved and pleased. ‘I’m relieved, ” she said. ‘I’m also pleased.’ “ He also doesn’t realize, really, that he’s depressed.
7. Spinny radio booth chairs. Singing lyrics from the weather over and over. “Welcome to Night Vale. Welcome to Night Vale. Welcome to Night Vale. ”
8. He honestly can’t imagine people not following posted signs. That’s why he “barricades ” the door with “Keep Out” signs. He would not go in a place where there were keep out signs! Therefore, he doesn’t really think others will.
9. He wears such odd outfits because he doesn’t really have a sense of conventional fashion.

I also have mentally ill and chronically ill and ace Cecil headcanons, but we’ll leave this here.

Happy Father’s Day.

I giggled softly, watching the small feet of our child press up against the broad back of Sergio as they lay, Katelyn far too deep in her sleep to notice that she was harassing her Papa to no end though I was sure that Sergio was used to it by now. It was him that usually picked the little one up and tossed her into our bed playfully in the middle of the night though last night she had kept him up with one of her favorite Disney movies, the movie still playing when I got home and found the pair fast asleep in each other’s arms.

I was sure to get a picture of my favorite twosome before I crawled into bed myself and fell asleep. It was now morning and though Katelyn still lay asleep, she didn’t have her arms wrapped around Sergio’s neck this time, his back now turned to her and able to sustain the brunt of her unaware kicks.

Ah, mornings with children.

I looked to the clock that read 6:35 a.m. I was free from any obligations today and so was Sergio so I figured that it would be best to allow him to sleep. I soon realized he wasn’t sleep at all, listening to the bed sound as he rolled over and looked at me.

I giggled and asked, “Having fun over there?”

Sergio playfully rolled his eyes, his arm supporting him as he laid against the pillow. “Did you just sit there and watch as she kicked me?”

“Of course I did. I can’t move that little angel. Look at her.” We both looked at the sleeping child between us as her body continued to rise and fall with every breath she took. Sergio eventually looked up at me and playfully rolled his eyes before rolling back over.

“She’s not as cute when she’s the reason I have back pains.”

“Aw isn’t worth it though?”

“How come she never kicks you? Why is it always me?” He slid from under the covers and stood up, stretching his arms above his head to draw my attention to his shirtless top. He was a little too hot even in the morning while I was sure I looked the complete opposite.

“I’m her favorite,” I boasted with a proud grin but I think we both knew that wasn’t the truth. Lynnie was a daddy’s girl through and through. She clung to him whenever he was around and insisted on playing his partner in crime. “Why don’t you lay down and relax? It’s your day and you’re not even in bed all morning like you’re supposed to be. Happy Father’s Day!”

“Thanks, baby but I would rather not spend all day in bed. I’d prefer to spend it with you.” He walked around the bed until he was standing above me and able to plant a peck to my lips. Unsatisfied with the initial kiss, he lowered his lips to mine once more and gave me a longer kiss.

“I could make you breakfast?” I suggested with a smirk. Cooking wasn’t really my forte. I was still surprised with how I was able to keep a man who ate as much as Sergio satisfied when I couldn’t even cook. I had been trying out different recipes here and there. Some worked out and well, others ended up with burnt pots and pans.

“Yeahhh, I’m not too sure about that,” Sergio joked, raising his hand to scratch his head while I playfully hit him with a pillow.

“Geez. Way to make me feel better.”

“Just know I love you for you and not your cooking.” He gave me one more kiss before walking off in the direction of the bathroom. I relaxed where I lay, grabbing my phone on the stand beside me and scrolling through it to check for any messages I had gotten while I was sleep. I could hear Sergio speak over the sound of the sink running.

“Will you be my date tonight?”

“Date for what? What’s tonight?” He hadn’t told me of any plans to attend an event or of a date he had planned. Figuring that it was a day to celebrate him, I didn’t expect him to take the initiative to do all of the work I was supposed to be doing. I slid out of bed as well and walked to into the bathroom, standing at the doorframe watching him and waiting for an answer.

“I just want to take you out. Maybe you can wear that dress you just bought.”

“What about Katelyn?”

“She can come too.”

I was laughing then. “Oh no. No way. Do you not remember the last time we took her to dinner with us? She threw a temper tantrum. She does not like being out.” She had decided to cry her lungs out as soon as we got inside of the restaurant and sat down, flailing about her arms wildly. So wildly she had knocked her cup down on the table and spilled the bright red liquid right into her father’s lap and onto his white pants.

I guess it was a funny memory looking back on it.

“She’ll be fine. Trust me. No colored drinks this time.”

“If you think that’s the solution to keeping her quiet, more power to you.”

“I got this under control. You just look nice and I’ll handle everything else.”

“Isn’t this supposed to be your day?”

“Every day with you two is my day.”

gif credit to fuckyeahsernando

scurvgirl  asked:

It's taken me this long but the thing is I love so much of your stuff it's hard for me to pick a favorite. I really love Janiculum still because I just adore Olwyn, Aelynthi, and Victory. But I also really loved the Companion Melarue piece where they're walking away from Haven, that's such a good piece. And I am LOVING everything about the Fen'Sulahn AU, I think it's creative and fun and has some really cool implications. DARN YOU CHARACTER LIMIT LET ME GUSH MORE DAMMIT anyways, love it all

Awwww thank you!!!!!

I am so happy you enjoy Janiculum! Aelynthi and Victory as parents are so much fun to write, I love them. That companion!Mel piece was very fun to write. The Into The Abyss one will be too *cackles*. 

Yaaaay you like the Fen’Sulahn AU! I’m glad that Fey and I flailing about how much we love Kelwyn is amusing for everyone else as well. The world-building and changes with Olwyn as Fen’Sulahn is wonderful, I’m glad you’re enjoying it as well! :)


Okay, I know this scene has been giffed into the afterlife, but there are some things we just don’t talk about enough. Like, we flail for days about Marcus’ dumb lil grin and how he holds her and takes her face in his hands but I have yet to see discussion of that top right gif - Abby Griffin, nemesis-turned-tentative-friend of Marcus Kane at that point, wakes up, sees that it’s him, and is relieved (the tiny upturn of her brows there ruined me for days, y’all)

And then he tucks her into his shoulder, and what does she do? Presses her goddamned cheek against his bare, sweaty, heaving chest. 

Yes…… yes, this is exactly how two people who have always hated each other  would behave. 


There was never a time these two meant more to each other than just being opposing colleagues. 

(I’ll let you in on a secret: there absolutely was.)

anonymous asked:

If the fenton crammer can make stuff grow as well as make it shrink, does that mean it's possible to make stuff freaking gigantic instead of tiny? idk I'm just here laughing to myself imagining a Godzilla-Danny. I mean wow how ridiculous would that be.

oh jeez Danny would get into so many shenanigans, I could imagine him accidentally godzilla-ifying himself and leaving the Guys in White shitless because they think it’s another one of Phantom’s ever appearing powers haha, but I imagine he’d be super self conscious about being so huge because literally everyone in Amity can see him and he just gets uber shy about it all of a sudden and turns invisible until he can go back to normal

also when he shrinks himself back down he probably doesn’t shrink himself all the way because I mean Danny’s such a tiny little thing, he probably makes himself just a little bit taller than before just to fuck with everyone at school

his favourite past time would probably be standing over Wes while he flails about insisting that THIS ISN’T NATURAL GOD FUCKING DAMN IT PUBERTY DOES NOT WORK THAT FAST