were you high

  • Percabeth Child: [gets grounded] Look Dad I need my car! Don't you remember when you were in high school? I bet you had some good times, driving around senior year with your friends.
  • Percy: My senior year I was riding a hellhound into battle. And if you count the giant evil Colossus as my friend... Then yes, I had some good times.
  • Annabeth: You have to understand, dear. It's not that your father's trying to be the bad guy. It's just that we've been irreparably damaged by war.
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Almost | Bruce Wayne

IMAGINE seeing bruce years after he broke things off
WARNINGS
dick bruce
probably spelling/grammar errors


“You’re breaking up with me?” You scoffed.

Bruce sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We weren’t ever exclusive, Y/N.”

“That wasn’t what you thought last night,” You pointed out. “Fine. If you don’t want me in your life, then I’m gone.”

You pushed past him, fixing your shirt as you walked out of his room. You slipped by his kids. They had no doubt heard the entire thing. You had to fight back the heartbreak you felt. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how hurt you were. You could hold yourself high, be snobbish, act like you didn’t care, but that didn’t stop the fact that you actually like Bruce. Maybe even love him.

Your car was parked up front, untouched. You slid into the driver’s seat, tossing your overnight bag into the back as you pulled quickly out of the manor. Fuck Bruce Wayne.

_

You hummed brightly to yourself. You bustled about the lab, moving files to their rightful place as you kept a watchful eye on the machine. You were in a rush to tidy the place up before the funder got here. Working under one of the most advancing science divisions in the world had its perks, in this case, it was meeting new people.

“Just this way,” Rebecca, the department’s secretary, opened the door to the room.

“Just a moment,” You called behind you as you locked up the vile filled cooler. “Just finishing things up.”

“There’s no rush.”

You stiffened, nearly dropping your keys. Even after three years, there was no way you could forget that voice. You stood up straighter, smile wiping off your lips as your face hardened. You stuffed your keys into your pocket and turned on your heel to face them.

You avoided his eyes and looked at Rebecca, “Thank you, but I can take it from here.”

“Yes, ma'am,” She smiled brightly and slipped out of the room.

You cleared your throat, giving him a blank look. “All that you need to know is in the folders. If you have any questions, I’m sure someone else can answer them for you.”

“Y/N,” Bruce swallowed thickly, shocked. “You’re the leading scientist. I’d like to discuss my concerns with you.”

You had to bite your tongue from saying something not-so-nice. “Okay. What would you like to discuss, Mister Wayne?”

“Please, call me Bruce,” He half-smiled.

“My lunch is an hour,” You sighed. “If you have something you need to discuss, please do so now, Mister Wayne.”

He bit the inside of his cheek with a nod. He needed to focus on the stabilizer first, worry about you later. He got straight into it. He brought up his concerns, you brought up your solutions. The conversation went smoothly and before he knew it, you were getting ready to leave for lunch.

“You never told me you were interested in science,” He spoke, placing a folder back into its place.

“You never were interested in the things I liked.” You shot back.

He sighed. “I know I could have ended things better, Y/N.”

“Don’t fool yourself, Wayne,” You chuckled. “You never wanted to be in an actual relationship, not just with me. You were too invested in having a warm body next to you without the strings.” You slipped off the lab coat, grabbing your thin jacket as a replacement and started making your way towards the door, Bruce following after. You stopped, briefly looking back at him. “I know what you thought about me. Stuck up, rich, snobby. You didn’t ever think about how I thought about you. I thought you were the most amazing person I have ever met, and I’ve met Ryan Reynolds. I loved you. And you threw me aside like trash.”

He watched you slip out the door, leaving him inside your lab. You were right. He never gave you a second thought; you were basically an ongoing one night stand. It never crossed his mind to invest himself in your life. He didn’t bother getting to know you, only caring about who you were on the surface; rich, gorgeous, full of themselves.

He wondered if he had taken the moment to get to know you if maybe you’d still be in his life.


feb. 21 2017
requested

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if you expected a serious fanart from me, im sorry

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in case you were wondering, my high school band played we are number one at a football game

That dilemma when you, as your superhero alter ego, sleep once (1) with your crime fighting partner, who you’ve been kind of falling for, and get pregnant… but you can’t be a family with him cause like… the world is at stake and the two of you can’t know each other’s secret identities–and then of course, there’s the trouble of the fact that you’re still in unrequited love with your crush from high school, who just happens to be one of your best friends… and who you’ll probably never have a chance with now that you’re pregnant with someone else’s kid. Throw in college, starting your own business, trying to Adult, and you’ll be in the same boat as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Similarly, there’s that other kind of dilemma where you’ve been in love with this awesome heroic superheroine since you were a high school student, and you get a chance to spend the night with her and you find out she’s pregnant now but?? you still can’t be with her?? cause of that stupid ‘can’t-know-each-other’s-secret-identities’??? Top it off with the fact that one of your best friends, who you kind of have feelings for, is now pregnant with someone else’s kid, meaning you’ve pretty much lost the two women of your dreams. Yeah, Adrien Agreste is feeling that pretty hard right now.

*takes place about 6/7 years after the end of Season 1, so Marinette and Adrien are around 22? This fic is utter soap opera material be warned lol

Chapter 1

In 10 years,
  • My daughter/son : Mum,what did you do when you were a teenager? I bet you did cool things and that you were popular in high school.
  • Me: *has flashbacks on all the nights I had spent on Tumblr, all the fandoms,having weird fangirls as friends, all the times ive shipped gay pairings and all the times I pretended to be in a relationship with a fictional character,some band member,or a youtuber*
  • Me: yeah, i was pretty cool
  • Me: ..
  • Me: No actually, there's this thing-
Can we talk about how this is the second time Bellamy has quietly pleaded with Clarke to come inside?

Originally posted by slysabrina

With that epic Graveltone™ which Bob uses when Bellamy is trying to dissuade Clarke from doing something self-destructive and sacrificial (see also: “you’re out of your mind if you think I’m letting you do this alone”)?

Only this time, the gate they’re standing at is metaphorical and in the future – a gate that neither of them want to be standing at.

But this time, he isn’t taking no for an answer. This time Bellamy Blake is not letting her walk away into nothingness. Last time he thought it was what she needed, now he knows it’s not. This time, he has faced the fact that he needs her and he cannot come to terms with his own name on that list unless hers is right beside it.  What’s more – and this is the clincher – he’s got an honest to god reason to fight for his own survival because now he’s convinced that Clarke believes in him and maybe, just maybe, that means he can look himself in the mirror again.

And you know what else? This time she doesn’t fight him. She knows, now, that she doesn’t have to bear any of this alone. And what is more, when he writes her name down, he’s letting her know that she, Clarke Griffin, deserves to be on the list. Not just for him (and yes for him because that is also what he’s finally telling her) but for everyone, all the people she couldn’t bear to face when she walked away last time. Because even though she thought she could leave because they had you,  ultimately that wasn’t enough. Not for Bellamy. Not for her people.  She matters to everyone and she only believes it because Bellamy believes it and finally, finally she’s allowing her faith in his judgement to override all her self-doubt. 

Bellamy and Clarke’s belief in each other is life-affirming, folks.  They finally understand what they mean to each other and that’s what validation looks like.

Ask me anything

1 a fictional character you familiarize yourself with 

2 hair colour you want to try 

3 what do you have as your desktop background 

4 which feature do you like about yourself 

5 which animal do you like best? 

6 tea or coffee? 

7 last thing you bought 

8 christmas or halloween 

meaning behind your url 

10 last time you smiled and why 

11 favourite animation 

12 longest relationship 

13 mention 3 things youre excited for

14 weirdest thing you’ve done when you were drunk/high

 15 last book you read 

16 last time you kissed someone 

17 who was the person you last gave a hug to 

18 how did you celebrate your last birthday 

19 something you love doing 

20 what would you love to be/ do when youre older 

21 fave subject at school

22 something you regret and something you dont regret doing 

23 fave colour 

24 best childhood memory 

25 any siblings? 

26 where do you see yourself in 10 years? 

27 fave outfit 

28 fave chocolate 

29 which magical world would you transport yourself into? 

30 something that makes you laugh?

31 which are 3 of your favourite paintings 

32 something you’d love to do but never did 

33 what was the last present you got and from whom  

34 favourite drink 

35 something you’re good at 

36 describe the perfect date 

37 dogs or cats? 

38 take a selfie and post it 

39 fave pizza toppings

40 favourite alcoholic beverages  

41 favourite hangout 

42 happiest memory you have 

43 summer or winter? 

44 want any tattoos? if so what? 

45 how did you celebrate christmas and nye 

46 how do you plan on spending today? 

47 favourite movie

48 mention a place you’d really like to visit 

49 your favourite book and why 

50 mention something that fascinates you 

51 ever done drugs? 

52 favourite song 

53 last time you got drunk? 

54 favourite quote 

55 have you ever been abroad, if so where? 

56 weirdest dream you’ve ever had 

57 where do you like going in the weekends 

58 any hobbies? 

59 favourite meal 

60 top 3 blogs on here

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  • : : LOOSELY BASED ON THE LEAKED TRAILER AND FRIENDS (WHICH PROMPTED A HILARIOUS CONVERSATION BETWEEN ME AND @GLANCETOTHESEA). I'M SO VERY SORRY FOR WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ X'D
  • ~~
  • *the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *high as fuck* I slept with one of your sisters...
  • John: ...
  • Sherlock: *sheepish* and I can't remember which sister.
  • John: ...
  • Sherlock: *points vaguely* One of them. There. The women.
  • John: *looks at Harry*
  • Harry: *shrugs awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: *concentrating* Hillary, Hilda...Hannah! It's, it was Hannah, wasn't it? Something like that. You *points at the morgue fridges*
  • Harry: *swallows* John-
  • John: *furious* You slept with my sister?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yeeeeeeep. I don't remember much, she kept her coat on-
  • John: *punches him*
  • Sherlock: *staggers, holding his jaw* It's okay, I didn't ask-
  • John: *punches him harder*
  • Sherlock: *pointing* Lab coat! It was a lab coat. Your doctor sister.
  • John: *enraged* I ONLY HAVE ONE SISTER, YOU-
  • Harry: *quickly* Molly! He slept with Molly.
  • -they all turn to look at Molly, who'd been hiding at the back of the room-
  • Molly: *blushing* Oh, yeah. That happened.
Close as Strangers: Chapter 5

Close as Stranger: Chapter 5

Word count: 4.3k

Genre: high school au, angst, fluff

onetwothreefour


You were rushing around your room, trying to figure out what to wear.

“I don’t understand why you’re freaking out, it’s just Jungkook,“ Yoongi stated, sitting on your bed flipping through the channels.

“Exactly, it’s Jungkook.” you said, changing your shirt shirt for the fifth time. You looked in the mirror smoothing out your outfit. You were in high waisted jean shorts, toms, an frilly top, with a cardigan. It was November so it had become a little chilly.

You started messing with your hair, trying to figure out what to do with it. “Leave it down,” Yoongi said, still looking at the TV.

You turned to him, “You sure?” He finally looked at you, “Yes, because it’s hot and Jungkook likes it.”

“He does?” you smiled slightly.

“He does?” Yoongi mimicked.

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