why am i bad at names

Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

*1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
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*2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
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*3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
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4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
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5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
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*6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
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*7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
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8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
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9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
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10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
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11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
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12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
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13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
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14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
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15. A: How do you make someone holy?
B: You beat the hell out of them.
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16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
B: Not me, I’m important.
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17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
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18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
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19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
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*20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
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21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
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22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
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23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
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24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
B: THanks.
A: You’re welcome.
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25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
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26. A: What are you reading?
B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
A: wHAT the fuck?
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27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
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28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
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29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
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30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
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31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
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32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
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33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
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34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
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35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
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36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
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37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
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38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.
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*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
B: That’s my right boob though.
A: Babe.
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40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
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41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question.
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42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
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43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
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*44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
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*45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.
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47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.
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48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.
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49.I ship me and that boat.
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50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.
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51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.
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*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
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53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.
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54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?
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55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.

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56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING

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57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.

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58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.

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59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.

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60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.

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61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.

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62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.

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63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.

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64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.

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65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?

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66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.

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67.A: I love you.

B: What if I got a bowl cut?

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68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.

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69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?

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70.My opinion is no.

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71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.

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72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.

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73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?

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74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?

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75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

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76.Read a girl who dates books.

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77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.

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78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.

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79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.

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80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.

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81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

/PART TWO/ PART THREE /

Hospital Starters
  • [ Requested by Anon about a week ago. Warnings for blood, suicidal thoughts, and medical stuff. Thanks! : ]
  • "Hey, you're awake!"
  • "Where am I?"
  • "You hit your head. There was so much blood that I got scared."
  • "Don't try to get up. You're safe here."
  • "I hate this place..."
  • "How could you do this to yourself?"
  • "The world didn't give me a choice, and now, I'm suffering even more!"
  • "You really came..."
  • "I told you I would be here when you woke up."
  • "How many tests did they do on you?"
  • "If I wasn't drugged up, I could tell you the names of every test they do in this place."
  • "When are they going to let you leave?"
  • "They said that I'll be here for a few days. Maybe a week."
  • "What happened to you? You have so many things sticking out of you."
  • "That's what happens when you're dying."
  • "It's probably time to change those bandages..."
  • "You aren't in pain, are you?"
  • "You were in an accident. You almost didn't make it."
  • "That would explain why I feel terrible."
  • "I thought you were dead..."
  • "I'm not dead, am I?"
  • "I didn't know it was this bad..."
  • "I may not live much longer..."
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "You can't die! There has to be something they can do!"
  • "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
  • "I want you to know that I'll miss you most."
  • "Don't say that! I don't like it when you talk like this..."
  • "I just want it to happen so I don't have to think about it all the time."
  • "I wanted to say goodbye to you one more time."
  • "If you don't get some sleep, I'm going to hit this button and tell a nurse you're bothering me."
  • "Don't abuse that call button!"
  • "You know that button only works every five seconds, right?"
  • "Maybe if I push it hard enough, more will come out."
  • "I get to come home today."
  • "Did you fill out the release forms yet?"
  • "They hooked me up with a bunch of prescriptions. I'm gonna be high as a kite."
multishipper problems: the thrilling sequel

‘why don’t you just ship an ot3?’

Draco’s Soulmate

so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!

3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.

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Cassian had been born for this.
These fields, this chaos and brutality and calculation.
Three soldiers were brave or stupid enough to try to charge him. Cassian had them down and dying with four maneuvers.

“Holy Mother,” I breathed.

That was who had been training me. Why Fae trembled at his name. Why the high-born Illyrian warriors had been jealous enough to want him dead.

The sides as conversations I had/heard in biology part 3

Virgil: Every time I wake up I’m like “oh great, it’s this again.”

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Logan: Who gave Virgil scissors?

Roman: Me, unfortunately.

Logan: Why would you do that???

Roman: Haven’t we already established that I’m an idiot.

Patton: While that is true, stop talking bad about yourself!

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Logan: and that’s when cells just say “this is it” and explode.

Virgil: Same!

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Virgil: I hate all of you except Patton.

Roman: uH rude I am greatly offended by that!

Virgil: good, that’s what I was shooting for.

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Virgil: I do care! Just not that much.

Logan: Well, atleast you’re being honest.

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Virgil: I thought you hated me because I was so much like you.

Logan: I can’t deny nor confirm that claim.

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Roman: Like listen here, I forgot how to spell my own name yesterday; You think I know how to understand love yet??

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Logan: For example, what’s 1 times 6?

Patton: 4!

Logan: Great guess Patton… but no the answer is 6.

Patton: Darn it! I was so close!

Logan: You really were not- sure Patton, I’m proud of you.

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Virgil: That would be terrible! Almost as terrible as my personality.

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Roman: Do you have a problem with me?

Virgil: Yes and it’s that you are still here.

Patton: THAT WAS SAVAGE but, stop being mean you two.

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Logan: Did he just hiss?

Virgil: Yes I did, several times actually.

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Virgil: How can we look alive if we are all dead inside??

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Virgil: So why’d you become a teacher then?

Logan: I thought I could make a difference in the educational system but the only difference I made was to my mental health and my pay check.

anonymous asked:

Can all of Karasuno have shirts about Daichi like Hinata and Kags "If lost return to Daichi" or Tanaka's "One time Daichi punched me in the face" and on the back it says "it was awesome"

confirmed

Harry is Mean
  • Draco, in earshot of Harry: Pansy, why is Potter always so mean to me?
  • Harry: Why am *I* mean to *you*??? Malfoy, you've spent years calling my friends names, trying to get me into trouble with the professors, being an unapologetic bigot, making up lies about me, telling those lies to the newspapers, mocking me, and threatening to do me serious bodily harm.
  • Draco:
  • Draco:
  • Draco:
  • Draco: *pouts* You see, Pansy? Did you see? He's so meeeeeeean
This!!! This is the chance I’ve been looking for!!!

“So, even with everybody thinking you’re a bad ghost, you’re still gonna try to be the hero?”

“Well, somebody’s gotta. If not me, who’s gonna protect this town? Besides, it’s not like I can ignore a scream for help.”

I am so gonna talk about this boy I’ve been waiting for a good chance to talk about what a good, pure child he is and I am taking it now. Bless his heart I love him so much.

Let’s talk about Daniel James Fenton and why he deserves love and protection forever and always.

And yeah, I know that middle name isn’t canon, but it fits really well and I’m keeping it.

Danny goes through the biggest changes over the course of the series out of basically anyone (with maybe Valerie coming close), so let’s try to start at the beginning.

We don’t know a whole lot about what Danny was like before he got his powers. We know that he was closer to his mom and sister, and that he’s always been considered a shy, clumsy nerd. Dash seems to make fun of him for being small and weak more than anything (aside from coming from the freaky Fenton family), and that seems to be how most of the school that knows he exists sees him. He’s small, awkward, dorky, and a wimp.

Aside from that, the best idea we get of what he was like is in Memory Blank.

Ghosts are scary transforming is scary i have no idea what I’m doing somebody hjelp.

Danny has been taught all his life that ghosts are pure evil, and that they’ll attack and destroy without hesitation. As such, he’s understandably terrified of them, even more than Jazz, from what we see. This is likely what most people tell themselves whenever Danny runs off when a ghost shows up. He’s scared and wants to hide. So really, his reputation of being wimpy isn’t exactly unwarranted.

In spite of that, though, what a lot of people don’t know about him is how unbelievably brave and selfless he is.

Danny stepped into that portal, and the first time, he didn’t have Sam explaining what was going on. None of them knew what was going on. For all they knew at first, he’d died, and even when he realized he could change back, that didn’t seem to help much. One of the first conversations he has with his friends is about how he just wants to be normal again, and how if he’s discovered he’ll be viewed as a freak. Spectra’s able to play to this rather easily in My Brother’s Keeper. Danny has no idea what he even is, and he’s terrified of people finding out and not being able to accept him.

Spectra might be evil, but she’s good at what she does, and she notices pretty easily how much being accepted means to him. To quote her, he “cares too much what other people think.” It matters more to him than it does to even Sam or Tucker. It’s why episodes like Attack of the Killer Garage Sale happen. But who would accept some freaky nerd who’s not even really human anymore? Who’s at least half what his parents have taught him are evil, soulless monsters?

Of course he’s depressed. Of course he’s confused. Of course he doesn’t want to tell anybody aside from Sam and Tucker, the two people who he trusts to actually accept him no matter what.

In spite of all of that, though, even while he’s hating himself for being what he is, the only thing he can think to do with those powers is try to protect people from the ghosts coming through the portal.

Stealing? No. Pranks? No. Doing stuff like Tucker did with his powers and changing his grades? No. Freak or not, somebody has to fight off all these ghosts, and Danny’s powers allow him to do that. So superhero it is.

Though he’s not especially good at it at first, he still flings himself into danger and especially tries to protect his friends with what little he can do.

What does he get in return? Fighting ghosts keeps him from being able to study. It keeps him up late at night so he falls asleep in classes. In 13, he’s fighting ghosts for 24 hours straight, and then when they all get released, he stays up all night again capturing them all. He’s still beat up and made fun of at school by the very people he’s often protecting. Even his own parents take shots at him every chance they get. Skulker wants to kill and skin him. Valerie wants him destroyed for something that’s not really his fault. Hundreds of evil ghosts have grudges against him and would crush him the first chance they got.

Yet, even when he’s framed and labelled as public ghost enemy number one, he still wants to keep fighting to protect these people. It doesn’t matter if they hate him or if he ever gets anything in return, he’s decided this is his responsibility, and he’s going to do what he can.

And when he’s not able to save everyone? He blames himself, and goes to risk his life even further because if others are getting hurt, he’s not trying hard enough.

In Reign Storm, he literally would’ve died if Vlad had shown up a second later.

And the real kicker for me is that he never wanted any of this. He doesn’t want to be a superhero. Multiple times, he tries to go back to normal or to find some way to keep people safe while still being able to live his life as a normal teenager. Or, at the very least, he tries to find ways to make his own life easier (such as fighting back against bullies.) Every time that happens, though, it ends badly for everyone, and Danny just accepts that he’s supposed to be the good guy and keep people safe.

Even with all the lives he’s saved, though, he still views himself as a freak that nobody could accept. Early on in the show, he believes his parents would accept him, but by episode 9, hearing stuff like this all the time starts to get to him.

And if hearing that from your parents isn’t horrifying enough, Danny actually starts believing that they’d dissect him if they found out what he was. In Reality Trip, Danny’s secret is revealed to the whole world, he’s hunted down by the government, and he’s forced to travel all over the country or the lives of his family and the families of his friends are at stake. Of course, he doesn’t hesitate to do everything he can to keep his friends safe and save their families, but even while he’s doing that, he still says this.

Like, that is all kinds of levels of messed up? Danny’s doing everything he can to protect the people he cares about (and even the people he doesn’t), yet he still believes his own parents would slice him open at the first opportunity, even knowing he’s their son. That’s no reason to stop fighting and putting his life on the line, though.

The closest thing we ever get to seeing him actually accept himself and see himself as actually worth something is in the second to last episode, and even then it’s about someone else.

He’s strung up and tortured, and still the only thing on his mind is saving Danielle. Yeah, she’s a halfa, too. Heck, she’s a clone of him, but all he ever sees her as is a little girl and his family. Nobody aside from him would miss her if she died, and he hasn’t even known her for long, but without hesitation, he’s willing to trade his life for hers. She’s more than worth giving himself up to Valerie in order to keep her safe. This warms my heart for a lot of reasons, including the fact that this is likely the moment when he starts considering that maybe he’s worth something, too, even if he’s what he’d consider a freak. But even that takes an entirely new person, an innocent little girl, for him to even consider it.

And yes, he accepts his own clone without any hesitation. He loves her and wants to keep her safe no matter what.

Not even just his halfa clone, but Danny’s able to befriend other ghosts. The very things that his parents have told him for years are inhuman monsters, and that he became a superhero to fight off because he believed that. And those friends are worth risking his life for, ghosts or not.

He is a good, pure child and I will protect him.

Does he have flaws? Well, of course. He’d hardly be as interesting if he didn’t. He can be a bit shallow because of his desire to be accepted, he can be petty and hold grudges, he has moments of “selfishness” when he gets too tired to keep fighting and just doesn’t care anymore. As far as I’m concerned, though, he’s never done anything wrong in his life and I will defend him with mine.

And I shall fight anyone who tries to wake him up again. Let my boy sleep. He’s earned it.

Future Mrs. G - Dick Grayson x Reader

YJ verse where you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the “Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic (*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like : Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.

 A/N: This is a combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely together!

“UGH! You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.

“You want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.

You – You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy? You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!” You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.

“Lagoon Boy’s skills were more suited to the mi-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck why you chose him. That was my case. You had no right.” You said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.

“I had every right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You keep pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will not be sidelined.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his intense glare.

“It’s a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.


“I can’t believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend. The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.

“Didn’t you have a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we were kids sure but I’d never be with him now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.

“It sounds like to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.

“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than anything.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.

“Seriously? You’re taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making excuses for Dick?

“No I’m just saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed at the notion.

“I’m not –“ You started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.

“Shit!” You swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“Hey Mrs. Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.

“Why didn’t you take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.

“I was going to but then he … hugged me.” You said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many levels of confused.

“Well what’s your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the speedster was heading.

“Something you want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.

“No.”


It took a while but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future. He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.

If he was from the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran into each other.

“So … Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the oddest ingredients.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.

“Can I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.

“I make no promises.” He responded.

“Understood.” You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs. Grayson. You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.

“It’s your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living room.

Noooooo.” You corrected immediately.

“Whoops. My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.

“Hold up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.

“I really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Tell me!” You insisted firmly.

“Well I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really. Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.

“Dead.” You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.

“Oh. History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I … we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”

“Look Mrs. G,”

“Please don’t call me that.” You insisted.

“I only know what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good friend of mine.”

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.


“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.

“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.

“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.

“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.

“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.

“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.

“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him

“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.

“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.

“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.

“I expect nothing less.”

She’s in Parties | Sweet Pea x Reader

Fandom: Riverdale

Rating: T

Words: 1320

Summary: Reader and Sweet Pea meet at a party in the Southside. (Crappy summary, hopefully the story is better!)

A/N: Fic title is based on Bauhaus’ She’s in Parties. I am absolutely in love with the band and the genius that is Peter Murphy.

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A CHILL crept down your spine as you stood in the corner of a room, silhouettes of bodies moving in sync on the dance floor the only thing visible under the dim lighting as pulsating music filled the club.

To be fair, you had no idea what was in store when Veronica dragged you to this party, refusing to divulge any information other than “there are bound to be plenty of single men there for you to pick from”.

What the Lodge heiress forgot to mention was that the party would be held on the Southside, hosted by the Serpents and since your close friend Betty was dating a Serpent, the entire inner circle was considered family.

Speaking of family, you scanned the room once more to catch a glimpse of Ronnie and you sighed when you saw her locked in an embrace with Archie.  Betty was also near the couple with her beau, Jughead, looking decidedly content.

For all the animosity, there was a lot of intermingling between the kids from the Northside and Southside. As one of the only sober people in the room, you took the opportunity to see what exactly was happening. People watching was your favourite hobby during any outing.

Letting your eyes wander, you saw Josie and Reggie as they made out on the dance floor while Cheryl danced animatedly with a pink-haired girl wearing a Southside Serpents jacket.

Your eyes finally landed on a tall, lithe figure who had all but painted himself on the wall. He looked irritated, nursing a beer in one hand while the other ran through his raven locks. He was wearing the trademark Serpents jacket over a white t-shirt. His jeans and combat boots completed the attire.

He was one of the hottest guys you had laid eyes on. Your heart started to race even more when he lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip and at that same time, caught your eye with his.

It was as though time stood still. Neither of you made an attempt to break off eye contact. Your eyes widened as he drank the bottle dry, licked his lower lip and smirked.

You weren’t prepared when he started to make his way over to you, eyes wandering over your form as you squirmed. Before leaving home, Ronnie had made you try on a red off-the-shoulder crop top, jeans and a pair of Louboutin heels (which you could barely walk in). She had loved the ensemble so much that you were stuck in it for the rest of the night.

Despite the knot in your stomach, you maintained visual contact with the dark-eyed stranger as he drew nearer and stopped in front of you, hands in his pockets as he spoke over the loud music.

“Balcony?”

You were apprehensive at first, mainly because he was a stranger. Biting your lip, you looked away nervously as he caught on.

He leant in. “Just to talk, Princess, nothing else. I promise on my honour as a Serpent.”

Knowing it was quieter outside, you nodded your assent as you followed him out on the balcony. As the door closed behind you, the music had considerably toned down.

You stood against the railing and gazed out at the gritty view of the Southside industrial area when he came to a standstill next to you, his hand extended forward.

“Hey. I’m Sweet Pea,” he said.

You moved to take his hand in yours and you were pleasantly surprised when he brought your hand to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“I’m Y/N.”

“What were you doing hiding in the shadows, Y/N?”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk, Mr I’m-the-Prince-of-the-Dark. Why were you sulking in the corner?”

He glanced at you. “I don’t sulk.”

“Yes, you do. Has anyone ever told you how adorable your pout is?”

Sweet Pea’s eyes narrowed. “Princess, how am I supposed to keep my bad boy image if you say things like that?”

You took a moment to study his features, the Serpent tattoo on his neck, his muscular arms and torso encased in leather before looking into his eyes.

“Do you know what I think?” you asked him.

“No, what do you think, Princess?”

“I think, under your bad boy persona, you are actually quite sweet. Hence the name, since you really are just a sweet pea.”

He laughed. “Yep, you are definitely bad for my image.”

“Oh? I figured I was bad for you because I’m from the Northside.”

His smile fell from his face as he looked at her pensively. “Y/N, I don’t hate Northsiders. Well, I hate Northsiders who feel they are better than us and who see us as scum and see the Southside as nothing more than a breeding ground for crime.”

You frowned. “People often seem to forget that the Northside and Southside are two sides of the same coin.”

A heavy silence fell between you just as a chilly breeze wafted through the balcony. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself, cursing yourself inwardly for not bringing a jacket.

Warmth spread through you as a weight settled over your upper body and you looked up to see his Serpents jacket on your frame.

Puzzled, you looked at Sweet Pea and he smiled, albeit nervously.

“The conversation got a little heavy, didn’t it?” he said, sighing.

“You’re telling me,” you said before falling silent.

“So, Y/N, what brings you to the Southside today?”

“Ronnie,” you replied. “She thinks I’ve been single too long and in need of a hook-up.”

“And have you found someone worthy?”

“Hmmm, well, there is this one guy…” you trailed off, wicked gleam in your eye.

“Lucky bastard.” Sweet Pea murmured, before clenching his jaw.

You felt like torturing him some more but you caught a glimpse of the time and your heart nearly stopped. It was nearly curfew and if you failed to reach home within the next 15 minutes, you would be grounded.

“Crap. I’m so sorry, Sweet Pea. I need to go home before I miss curfew.”

You stood there with a forlorn expression because you didn’t want to go. He slowly lifted your chin to face him and gave you a gentle smile.

“It’s okay. Do you have a ride home?”

“I can ask Ronnie or Kev but I don’t want to drag them away from here while they’re enjoying themselves–”

“Come on, Princess. I’ll take you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he replied with a gentle smile.

You were led away with your hand in his, out of the club where the party was in full swing, to his motorcycle parked outside the club.

He handed you the lone helmet, waving off your concerns about him, before he mounted the bike with you behind him as he sped away.

Terrified, you held on to him as tightly as you could. Occasionally, you shouted directions and before you knew it, you had reached your house.

As you dismounted, you removed the helmet to hand it to Sweet Pea. He was still looking at you.

“Guess you forgot to get the lucky man’s number?”

You suppressed your laughter. “Well, I was going to but then he offered a ride. I figured I’d get it once he got me home safely.”

His expression changed as the words sunk in. Sweet Pea smirked before taking the offered phone and typing in his number quickly.

“Call me,” he said, before kissing your cheek and riding away.

Three things became clear as you trudged up to your home.

One, Sweet Pea had saved his contact under “Baddest Boy Alive.” You rolled your eyes affectionately at that one.

Two, you still wore his jacket, a heady scent of pine and cigarettes filling your senses.

Three, you had to send a thank-you card to Veronica because it seemed you finally found a guy worth your affection.

So I have made the decision!

I will no longer have separate blogs devoted to different fandoms!

I used to do this so people could easily follow a blog with what they are currently into…

Although, now that I am branding..it’s a bit hard to put a bunch of different names on a business card! I have chosen my blog BLK-L to change to UltiMaL (or ulti-mal in some form) I will no longer be active on any other blog but this one.

I will always have those blogs up though for the past art to remain there!

Please excuse while I slowly start to change things over to this new brand name :3

This will also mean this will not be a Voltron only blog and I will be posting anything on here.  Which can be good or bad news for some of you  So I understand if you want to unfollow :3

But Voltron is what I will be mainly drawing at the moment

When I get into a fandom, I fall head first

So if you were already following BLK-L you are now following ulti-mal!

“UltiMaL, The Ultimate MaL Experience”  -Mr. Voltron Romance

Please help me reblog to let other knows “who the hell ulti-mal is and why am I following them xD

Thank you so much for your support!!

Okay I’m sorry, but how did “There is nothing going on between me and Marcus. I asked you to the dance because I wanted to come with you. I know you want to push people away, but I like you. I like you and there is nothing you can do to change that” followed by

into Pin saying “She made it pretty clear she’s not interested.” and Zoe making out with Marcus? 

Like I know that there was this whole “Last night was pretty crazy, I guess we weren’t ourselves.” conversation, but come on? That was just cute confusion. I’ve now watched this show twice, once alone and once with a friend, and she also remarked on how it felt like there’s a whole episode missing? 

Like when did Zoe develop feelings for Marcus? How are we supposed to even like him, when he behaved like a dick to her the second he heard she was going with Pin and we don’t even know what his personality is like? Why did her and Pin have eight episodes of build up just to be shoved under the rug like it had never happened in episode 10?

Something There

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 871

Warnings: Fluff

Anon asked “Can you write a Bucky x reader fic where they have been best friends for ages and Bucky loves the reader (platonic) and one day they are doing something and he watches the reader smiling or laughing and it’s he realizes he is in love with her and kisses her or something fluffy please”

A/N: Some fluff to mend your broken hearts after that last request. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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Stan Lee @ A Panel Quotes

Person at the mic : Thank you for my childhood.


Stan Lee: “That’s all very nice, send me money.”


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Person at the mic: Who’s your favourite of your children?

Stan Lee: “Spiderman!”


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Stan Lee:“Jack Kirby was simply the greatest. In fact I gave him the nickname, Jack "King” Kirby.“


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Person at the mic: Out of all the characters you’ve made which one best represents you?

Stan Lee: "Tony stark of course, he’s handsome, intellegent. No, they all represent me I made them up damnit! Especially the hulk…”


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Stan Lee: “Comics should represent all people. They’re should be overweight, skinny, bald…”


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Stan Lee: “I’m going to prove to you what a bad memory I have. You may have wondered why all of my characters have the same initials for their first and last name, like Peter Parker, whatever…because if I could get the first name then I knew the last started with the same letter!”


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Person at the mic: Are you a watcher?

Stan Lee: “I don’t like an ordinary civilian to probe with a question of such magnitude. I am not permitted to give you a direct answer, but let me say, in no precise way, you’re on the right track.”


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Stan Lee: “I have never thought I write stories for any special group of people. I like to think in writing stories for me…Its easier to please yourself - if you get that excited about what you’re writing the chances are that your readers are going to get excited in the same way…When you write please yourself, write something that you are interested in, and the chances are you aren’t that unique, there are going to be a lot of people that think and like the same things.”


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Stan Lee: “I would never try to change what another writer writes.”


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Person at the mic: What do you feel about the captain America hydra arc?

Stan Lee: “CAPTAIN AMERICA WENT TO HYDRA!?!? ARE YOU KIDDING? I don’t read the books anymore either, because my eyesight is going, why did he do that?”


Person at the mic:So I take it you disapprove?

Stan Lee: “YES.”

Mod:“Stan Lee is officially pissed off!”

 Stan Lee: “Yes.”


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Stan Lee: “If you were writing the the word comic book how would you write it?
A lot of people would write c-o-m-i-c space b-o-o-k. THAT IS SO WRONG. comics are not a funny book, and if you write comic space book, you mean a funny book, and Batman is not funny.”


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Person at the mic: What do you feel is the best message to tell the kids today?

Stan Lee: “Read Marvel. *laughter* Well I actually have a cause that I’m espousing right now, I’m starting something called respect and it’s a black hand shaking a white hand in an expression of solidarity.
      Whatever religion you belong to or don’t belong to, the most important thing tthta human beings can live up to, and it’s only one sentence and ten words, and life would be paridise. Do unto others as you’d have others do unto you.


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Person at the mic: Any words of encouragement for creativity?

Stan Lee: "Everybody does things his or her own way. There are no secrets, I don’t know what advice to give people…reach the point where you become a good judge yourself…If you reach the point where you can become a good critic of what other people do, then when you go to do it you can do well because you already know what to do and what not to do…I just fell into it, I was making comics and they decided to make them into movies, and suddenly I’ve become the words most famous cameo star.”


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Person at the mic: Are you going to be doing a cameo in infinity war?

Stan Lee: “If they ask me to, I certainly will. I love doing them…I was in North Carolina recently, and I did four cameos for four different movies and I don’t even remember, but if it’s a movie I’m probably in it.”


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Stan Lee (on Cap’s shield in the First Avenger): “I HATED THE TRIANGULAR SHIELD, I MADE THEM CHANGE THAT TO ROUND.”

I Forbid You From Putting A Shirt On! (Tom Holland!Peter Parker x reader)

Hey everyone! Another Peter Parker imagine!! I got this idea while watching Homecoming for the millionth time. Slight spoilers because it’s based on a scene from the movie, but no huge indications of anything really. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! It’s kinda long, but I put a lot of thought into it. Thanks for all the love you guys have been sending, I’m so glad you guys enjoy my work so much! Don’t forget to send in requests and things to my inbox (I’d love it if you did :) ) I love you guys! Hollanders for the win <3
- Xoxo K
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Warnings: Slight spoilers and making out (which isn’t really a warning, but just in case)

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You had just gotten home from school. Today, was another weird day. Your long time friend, Peter (who you were also crushing on at the moment) was acting so weird lately, and today was no different. He wouldn’t hang out with you like he used to. Everyday after school something would come up and you wouldn’t see each other until school the next day. You missed the way it used to be. You two used to hang out everyday and do homework together, you two used to be inseparable, but as soon as he got that Stark internship, everything changed. Now you sit at your desk, getting ready to do homework… by yourself, the usual for you these days. You spotted the picture on your desk of you and Peter from last Christmas, when you spent the holiday with him and Aunt May. In the photo, you and Peter are wearing ugly sweaters and plush reindeer antler headbands (I LOVE headbands, guys. Animal headbands are the shit), mid laugh. It’s your favorite photo of you two, and you just couldn’t help but think about how cute he was. You were lost in thought when all of a sudden you hear a voice coming from right outside your window. You get up from your desk and walk over to the window to inspect the noise. You pull back the blinds and open the window to see… Spider-Man? “What the hell…” You mumbled under your breath. He didn’t seem to notice your presence because he kept on with his conversation over the phone. “I helped this lady with directions” He said, mask pulled up just far enough for his mouth to be exposed. “She was really nice and bought me a churro.” He held up his hand, referencing to the sweet treat, taking a bite right after. You stood there in shock until he finished his conversation and hung up the phone. That was when you climbed through your window and onto the fire escape, only this time he heard you. As soon as your feet hit the metal on the fire escape, his head whipped around to face you. His mouth hung open. “Y/N?!” He said shocked. You were confused as hell now. “How do you know my name?” You spoke cautiously. It’s in that moment that you hear a soft but frantic voice come from the hero in red and blue. “umm… I don’t. I mean…” His voice cracks slightly as he awkwardly attempts to cover up his mistake. He clears his throat and starts again, this time in a fake lower voice, placing his hands on his hips like a cheesy comic book hero. “Hello miss” He said. You made a sour facial expression at his attempt to cover up. “Umm… okay” You said, weirded out. “Let’s start over…” You reached your arm over, through your open window, and into your desk. You pulled out a letter opener and pointed it at Spider-Man, the unlikely intruder. You slowly walked over to him, never taking your eyes away from him. “A… letter opener…?” He laughed a fake hearty laugh, still trying to pull off the fake deep voice. “Silly citizen.” You narrowed your eyes at him “Okay cut the bullshit” You frowned slightly. “No one says that.” You said, irritated with his “macho” attitude. You threw your letter opener at him in hopes that it would make you look intimidating. It was actually pretty pathetic looking. Your attempt at spearing his arm with it ended up with you just hitting him on the forehead with the handle. His hands immediately left their place on his hips to cover his forehead where your letter opener just hit him. “Ouch.” He started talking normally again. “What the hell?!” He yelled, surprised at your sudden action. “No, what the hell to you!” You yelled back at him. “Why are you stalking me?” He seemed offended by your question. “I am NOT stalking you.” He said, defensively. “Umm… you’re sitting outside my room and you know my name so…” You trailed off, annoyed. “Okay, listen…” He held his breath. “I’m Spider-Man.” He said, letting out the breath he had been holding. You gave him a funny look. “Yeah… I kinda got that…” You said, raised your arms and gesturing to his suit. “Damn it…” He said. “Will you let me take off my mask first?” You held your hands up in defense. “My bad.” He pulled his mask up and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. “Peter?!” You loudly exclaimed, shocked. “YOU’RE SPI-” Peter jumped and held his hand over your mouth to keep you from talking. “Shhhh. Y/N! Be quiet! You can’t tell anybody!” Peter stage whispered at you. You nodded your head at him and he removed his hand from your mouth. “So… you hang from ceilings and stuff right?” He nodded at you. “Show me” You said, smiling. “Y/N… I don’t know…” You gave Peter a ‘really?’ look. He gave you the same look back. “C'mon! Pleaseeeeee?” You put on your puppy face and your eyes welled with fake tears. Peter’s look softened and he gave in. “Okay fine!” He said finally. “Yay!” You said, excitedly, slightly fangirling. Peter shot a web up at the fire escape above you and held onto it, flipping to be upside down. You stared at him, bewildered, as he hung from the web, smiling over at you. “So what do you think?” He asked you. You smiled and walked over to him. “I think…” You moved your hands to hold the sides of his face. Peter’s expression turned hopeful and his mouth hung open slightly as if he was in a trance. “You,” You said, thumbs brushing along his face. You leaned in to Peter’s lips and kissed him. Peter kissed back as soon as he registered what was going on. The kiss wasn’t too long, but it was passionate. When you pulled away, you continued what you were saying to Peter. “You,” You repeated. “Should get your ass inside.” You started walking towards your window. Peter looked at you in shock, flipping down from his previous position. “Uh… w-what?” He couldn’t believe what was happening. You stopped and turned around to look at him. “Or stay out here in the storm.” Just as Peter looked up at the sky, a crackle of thunder was heard and he could see dark grey clouds rolling in from the distance. “But I prefer you come in here and keep me company.” Peter turned his eyes back to you as you said this. You smiled at him as he picked up his stuff and came inside after you. When you two came through the window, he awkwardly stood by it. You walked out of your room and came back with sweatpants and a t-shirt for Peter to wear. “Here, Peter.” You dropped the t-shirt and sweatpants into his hands. “That suit doesn’t look too comfortable to wear for a long time.” He looked at you. “Thanks, but… where should I change?” He asked. “You can change in here, I’ll just leave.” You told him. He shifted slightly and gave you an “okay” and you exited the room. You went over to the kitchen to look for some snacks for the two of you when you heard Peter actively struggling with what you assumed was his Spider-Man suit. You heard a loud groan of frustration followed by Peter yelling for your help. “Y/N?” You giggled at his defeated tone. “Yeah?” You yelled back, trying not to let him know you were giggling. “Can you help me get my suit off?” You smiled and went back to your room to help Peter. You walked over to Peter and helped him unzip the dang thing. “Thanks.” Peter said, cheeks tinted a light pink. You smiled at him. “No problem.” You blushed slightly at how cute he was. “If you need anything else, just holler.” Just as you were exiting, you turned around to look at Peter just at the moment that his suit came off. You nearly had a heart attack at the sight of Peter’s physique. “Holy shit!” You jumped up in surprise, hand quickly gripping back onto the door knob. Your mouth was gaping and the hand that wasn’t gripping the door knob, was over your heart. Your breath was taken away at the sight of your shirtless best friend turned crush. Peter’s head snapped up to look at you, thinking that something was wrong. “What! What happened?! Is everything okay?” Peter exclaimed in worry. You couldn’t take it anymore. There he was, shirtless in all his glory, and he liked you back. So, what were you waiting for? You ran across the room to where Peter was and thankfully, he caught on. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you jumped, wrapping your arms around his neck and latching your lips onto his. Peter wasn’t prepared for your fast approach, however, and your momentum caused both of you to fall onto your bed (ooh… saucy). Peter pulled away from the kiss, making you frown slightly. “Will you go out with me?” You looked down at Peter, smiling widely. “Yes! Duh! Oh my god!” You giggled. Peter smiled at you. “But…” Peter gave you a skeptical look. “I get to try on your suit.” His look softened and he chuckled slightly. “Okay.” “And I get to meet the Avengers…” You added. Peter’s head snapped towards you. “What? Y/N! What the hell?!” You laughed. “I’m just kidding…” You rolled off of Peter’s chest and he got up from the bed. Peter turned to look back at you as he picked up the t-shirt you gave him. You jumped up from the bed and snatched the shirt from his grip. “No!” Peter was taken aback by your sudden outburst. “I forbid you from putting a shirt on!” He gave you a look. “What? Why?” You shrugged at him. “Because…” You trail off. You continue, smirking. “Those abs are too delicious.” Peter looks shocked now. “And besides… You ditched me for months and didn’t tell me why until now. So I think you owe me this for all my suffering.” Peter’s cheeks tint pink and his lips curve up into a smirk. You smile at him sweetly and plant a kiss on his lips before walking out of the room, dragging your hand along his abs as you walk away from him.

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✧     THE    VIKINGS    SENTENCE    PROMPTS    !   

*  A MIXTURE OF VIKINGS PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .
  • You’re crazy! You have the mind of a child.
  • We knew each other a long time. Since I was a boy.
  • I shall be an empty ship with no rudder set upon their endless sea.
  • My opinion is that we should take the land.
  • You are not like anybody else. Be yourself, [ NAME ].
  • What are they doing? Where are they going?
  • Oh, you crippled bastard! You were right! You were right!
  • Oh, you bloody, mad genius. You were right!
  • Perhaps, instead of a narrow and small place, we should stretch the battlefield.
  • If it works, it is a good plan. If it doesn’t, then it is a bad plan.
  • If I do it it is for you, not for me. I am dead anyway.
  • Perhaps they will spare you.
  • So this is what the grunting of the little pigs was all about?
  • I’ve been told your god is a carpenter. And guess what? So am I.
  • No, it’s a truth. I just don’t know what the truth is.
  • I will establish the battle plans, and I will give the orders. Do you understand that?
  • You’re not behaving like a king anymore.
  • You’re distracted, you’re withdrawn, you seem unsure, hesitant.
  • Once you were firm, you were strong.
  • I have begun to believe that being firm and strong was the illusion. 
  • I am unsure now because it is the most honest way to be.
  • Not in the face of a great heathen army that have come to destroy us.
  • I don’t remember you asking permission to kill my mother.
  • Us? You are no longer a part of us, [ NAME ].
  • You should have killed him when you had the chance.
  • I have a bad feeling that he will reach more fame than any of you.
  • I’ve come here for justice. Everyone knows that you killed my mother for no reason.
  • I no longer know who I am, why I’m here, what my purpose is.
  • I feel like an empty vessel. I need something to fill me up.
  • He’s a viking. You made a huge mistake releasing him.
  • No more killing. Not in here, not in this place. I forbid it.
  • If you want to kill these people, you have to kill me first.
  • How the little piggies will grunt when they hear how the old boar suffered.
  • But don’t worry, I can see you [ NAME ]. I can see you.
  • Shut up and listen, idiot. You have many gifts, and anger is a gift.
  • You do not think like other men. You are unpredictable. That will serve you well.
  • You emerge from the womb with only one thing on your mind…how to die.
  • Oh, so you thought by killing all of my people, that was mutually beneficial?
  • One woman against another. it doesn’t quite fit with your reputation.
  • The fact that you’re a woman is neither here nor there.
  • How long do you think you can keep us prisoner, traitor?
  • We left sixty ships outside your port, full of Vikings.  
  • Don’t you think they will come knocking soon if we don’t return?
  • How do we know that we are going the right direction?
  • Once you realize that, that is when greatness will happen.
  • I bet you wish you would’ve killed me when I was born.
  • Your mistakes are yours, and so are your successes..
  • Then tell me this, what calamity will befall us?
  • You are not my brother. You never have been. One of us will die today.
  • I chose you as my companion. I accept that you might not love me.
  • I know that my being the son of [ NAME ] has little meaning to you.
  • Everything has changed, for both of us. You must get used to it.
  • Yes we had an alliance, as equals, but as you can plainly see we are no longer equals.
  • You know this weakens you. This weakens you in every way.
  • What have I done to you? I haven’t done anything to you. I love you.
  • How can you love me when you sleep with every woman in [ PLACE ]?
  • The space between life and death. That’s where we are the most alive.
  • When everyone wanted you dead, I kept you alive. You hurt me, brother.
  • You’ve never spoken to me of [ NAME ] death. It must have broken your heart.
  • Come to me and I will put an end to your suffering and heal you… and make you free.
  • I would never give you any cause to kill me.
  • You’re free to go with her. I won’t be jealous. 
  • Why didn’t they hide you better from such innocent eyes?
  • It’s about loyalty. And trust. Something you can’t understand.
  • If you were free to choose, what would give you the most pleasure and satisfaction?
  • You were incapacitated, I thought it was the right thing to do.
  • You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust and my love for you.
  • I thought it was power that I wanted, it’s not true. All I ever really wanted was you.
  • I don’t know you and you don’t know me, yet I want to tell you my most terrible secrets.