“Oh, what fresh hell is that,” [Y/N] murmured under her breath as Peter drew out the schematics for her project. Raising a brow and tilting her head, she swore that Peter had just invented a new language. Running a hand through her hair, she shook her head. “I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Picking herself up from Peter’s bedroom floor, she walked out the room.
“So, did you ask her yet?”
Peter yelped, jumping in his bones and then quickly turning towards his bedroom window to find Ned climbing through it. “Ned!? What the heck are you doing?!”
Nonchalantly, Ned struggled to get himself into his friend’s room. Cocking a brow, he motioned towards himself, “A little help would be nice.”
Unsure of what to do, Peter scrambled up from his spot on the floor and rushed to his friends aid. Yanking on him, he spoke low. “Seriously, dude, what are you doing here?!”
Ned snickered, “To make sure you don’t chicken out.”
Scrubbing his hands over his face, Peter groaned. “Why did you climb up the fire escape? Why not, I don’t know, ring the doorbell?”
Again, Ned snickered. “Would you have let me in? Besides, I know you don’t lock your window for quick Spidey emergencies.”
“Sh, sh, sh!” Peter growled. Now, he started to panic. “You need to leave,” pointing towards the cracked bedroom door, “[Y/N] will be back here any minute. What am I suppose to tell her when she finds you here? You can’t lie, you’ve almost told her I’m Spiderman on more than one occasions and I can’t lie to her because she knows I’m hiding something. And I definitely don’t want to ask her out with you standing here.”
Shrugging, Ned pondered. “Dunno.”
Smacking his forehead, “Oh god.”
“Hey, Peter? Can we switch it up and work on history? My brain hurts from all this engineer-” stopping mid sentence, she raised a brow at the sight of Peter and Ned awkwardly standing facing each other. “Ned? When did you get here?”
“Uh, just now!”
“Funny, I didn’t hear anyone knocking.” [Y/N] crossed her arms, her brow still raised. “What’s going on?”
Peter stumbled over his words, desperate to say something that wasn’t stupid. Ned on the other hand watched his friend walk himself in circles with sounds and noises that didn’t even sound human. Rolling his eyes, Ned patted Peter’s back hard.
“What Peter’s tryin’ to say is that he likes you, a lot. A lot, a lot. Way more then Liz and trust me when I say that because the kid was obsessed with Liz. I mean who isn’t though, you know? She’s hot and really smart,” Ned winced, “not, not that you aren’t hot or smart [Y/N]. I just mean like, Peter was just really-”
“-enough, dude.” Peter muttered, slightly humiliated.
[Y/N] crossed her arms, amused by Peter’s bright red cheeks. Trying to ignore the fact that her own face was flushing, she chuckled. “I see, and what was your purpose to crash our study session?”
Ned smiled brightly, “To make sure he didn’t mess it up!”
Nodding, “And you think he would have been worse at admitting his feelings than what you just said?”
“Uh,” Ned thought, frowning as he went over what he had said. Looking over at Peter who looked a cross between annoyed and embarrassed. “Sorry, bro….”
Peter hid his face with his hands, “It’s alright, buddy.”
[Y/N] sucked in air and let it all back out as she thought of what to say next. This wasn’t how she pictured her night with Peter going at all. They had spent the last few weeks getting to know each other and helplessly trying to get her to understand basic mechanical engineering fundamentals. “Ned, can you give us a moment?”
Ned bowing his head, sulked out of the room.
Smiling, [Y/N] lightly nudged Peter towards his bed. Sitting down next to each other, she chuckled at the obvious mortified expression. “So,”
“So.” He repeated under his breath.
Feeling her cheeks get red, she looked down at her hands and whispered. “If it helps any, I kind of, sort of, like you too.”
Snapping his head up, “What? You do?”
Nodding, “Yeah.” Giving Peter a sideways glance, she smiled. “I didn’t plan on it but you kind of crept up on me.”
Peter stared at [Y/N] with wide eyes and an open grin. He didn’t know what to say, all he wanted to do was do a happy dance and fist pump the air a few times but he knew that if he did that, it would be even more embarrassing than what Ned had just done.
Clearing his throat, Peter looked down at his hands. “What do we do now?”
Running her hands down her legs and then standing up, she motioned towards the books that laid sprawled on the floor. “Well, we should get back to studying-”
“-Lame!” Ned uttered as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.
[Y/N] gently rolled her eyes as she sat down on the floor. “Wanna let me finish, Ned?”
Annoyingly motioning her hands for her to do so, he huffed. Muttering some words under his breath about them being idiots for studying.
Turning to Peter, she smiled. “As I was saying, we should continue to study and once we both pass, then we can decide what we’re going to do for our first date.”
Peter smiled back, “Uh, yeah, definitely.”
“What?!” Ned exclaimed. Running a hand through his hair, he rose a brow. “What is wrong with you guys. You two basically professed your love and you’re going to focus on school?” Shaking his head, he groaned. “No, you two should be practicing kissing not practicing who took over Poland.”
Peter and [Y/N] exchanged looks before saying at the same time, “Get out, Ned.” Both of them laughed as he huffed and puffed out of Peter’s room.
As their laughter quieted down and they started to get back into the groove of where they were before Ned interrupted them, Peter piped up. “I’m not opposed to the kissing thing…”
Looking up from her history textbook, she quirked a brow. “How about this, if you ace your history test, I’ll consider it.”
I haven’t had time to watch American Gods yet* but do I even need to when I’m watching Critical Role weekly?
This is getting out of hand, the man went from just being super lucky to being able to call out “Nat 20” and make it happen. On live internet television. And people are praying to him during their own games. Heck, I’ve credited him when I roll Nat 20s in my games lately, just as a joke but now it’s not quite a joke any more. That much belief has gotta have some power behind it, right? What is going on.
* it’s on the docket for this weekend if I get all my work done, been a busy few weeks and I wanna give it the focus it deserves.
Not to add to anyone’s fears but I have to say this:
Bellamy will probably be with Ecco when we get back. Definitely, even. I think we need to take these few months to get used to that idea.
It doesn’t matter. No relationship that develops off-screen will be Bellamy’s endgame relationship. He’s the male lead; who he ends up with is important and its startup and development will be shown to us.
What I do think we’ll get is Ecco commenting on Bellarke’s relationship. She’ll call Bellamy out on the actions he takes to save Clarke. The lengths he’ll go to ensure she stays alive. Heck - even his reaction to her being alive.
And that will be the building blocks to feelings being acknowledged and Bellarke turning canon.
Just my two cents, but I will be preparing myself for Bellamy and Ecco’s relationship when season 5 starts. (But I’m not worried about it in the long run in the slightest.)
Sudden random impulse to switch my otp tag over to being a purple heart emoji
I don’t know why I want to do this all of a sudden
(I’m not actually going to. It could cause broken links, and it’d be a
pain to copy-paste it all the time, and I don’t even know if it’d work as a searchable tag on a tumblr blog, etc. But still… weird, random impulse)
So i’m going to change some things on this blog, my main verse is going to be completly AU from the season 11 finale, because I refuse to believe that Chuck would just fuck off with his sister and be done with Earth, so screw canon, screw letting Michael rot in the cage, not bringing back his kids or not fixing Heaven, that’s what he’s going to do.
Also I want to make something clear about my Chuck (the others can do whatever the heck they want) but my Chuck was never a bad Father, he didn’t let his kids alone, he didn’t neglect his kids, he raised them, he taught them shit BUT it kinda went to shit after the whole Lucifer thingy.
So if you come to me and say that Chuck was the shitiest dad to ever dad ,who never raised you and bla bla bla well I’m sorry to say that I won’t bother with a response.
I don’t think I ever made an official post about it on tumblr but I am leaving tomorrow to go to Greece for 2 months !!! I’m working at an archaeological field school for most of it, followed by a very short vacation at the end. bc of that, I will likely be on tumblr far less often, so if for whatever reason you realize I’ve not been as active and are wondering what happened to me, I am away for most of the summer!!
1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that
he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she
can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it
is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal
character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your
leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader
may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a
window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible
as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete
understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the
story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.
The greatest American short story writer of my
generation was Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964). She broke practically every one
of my rules but the first. Great writers tend to do that.