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Silver: Please just promise me you aren’t going to get my girlfriend killed. 
Flint: War is complicated. 
Silver: Yeah, but all I’m asking for is for you to tell me you’ll do everything in your power to make sure my girlfriend lives. 
Flint: War is hell. 
Silver: MY GIRLFRIEND, THOUGH. 
Flint: It’s only going to get worse from here on out. 
Silver: LISTEN. YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND, ONCE.
Flint: True.
Silver: In similar circumstances! I am pretty sure! you would not want him to get killed! even if it meant you would win the war! 
Flint: You’re not wrong. 
Silver: SO ABOUT MY GIRLFRIEND
Flint: Listen, war is complicated. 

why do ya’ll detest Willa so much she was literally brainwashed and abused (AS A CHILD) by 1. her father, 2. Bobo, and 3. Mr cult dude like jfc ya’ll she never stood a goddamn chance can ya’ll direct this vitriol at her abusers please??????

I’m not saying this excuses her actions but … she never really had a choice???? Brainwashing? Stockholm Syndrome? Conditioning?  Ya’ll ever heard of those?????  She needs hospitalization and a shit ton of therapy okay, she deserved better

The Day Adrien Became a Stuttering Mess

When Adrien learns that Marinette is Ladybug but doesn’t have the chance to tell her who he is, he finds himself nervous and blushing around her at school the next day.

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“Milady, you forgot your-”

Cat Noir froze as a pink flash filled the alley, and before he had the sense to look away, Cat Noir was staring in shock at Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The hair ribbon he’d attempted to return to his partner fluttered to the ground as his jaw dropped.

“M-Marinette?!”

She flinched, “Um, I guess there’s no point in pretending I’m not Ladybug now, is there?”

He took a moment to just breathe. In and out, he reminded himself silently. This was fine. This wasn’t a big deal. This didn’t have to be a big deal. “You’re Ladybug.”

She nodded hesitantly, fiddling with the strap of her purse as her kwami settled on her shoulder.

He exhaled slowly, “Wow…” Somehow, everything he couldn’t fit into words, all the shock, the wonder, the confusion, the absolute elation of finally knowing, all condensed into that one small syllable.

She relaxed when their eyes met. She must have seen the way he was smiling at her, maybe even recognized the blush staining his cheeks, because she smiled, too, and he could almost swear his heart forgot how to function when he saw that.

Ladybug. She’s Ladybug, he thought to himself, all nerves and insecurity in the face of his friend, his partner, and his crush all wrapped up in one beautiful person.

He took a deep breath, “Milady. I’m A-”

She cut him off with a finger to his lips, “Wait, Cat… We can at least keep your identity secret, right? You shouldn’t tell me.”

He paused as she lowered her hand, and he swallowed an instinctive protest, “But… That’s not fair to you.”

She chuckled, “I think I’ll survive.”

He frowned, “Marinette…”

But, she was already leaving, “Sorry, I have to get home for dinner. We… we’ll talk about this later, Cat.” She smiled and waved as she ran past him, half of her hair loose and the other half still tied into a ponytail. “Night!”

“N-night,” he murmured softly, managing a wave as she rushed by. His transformation vanished the second she rounded the corner, and he sank back against the wall, “Plagg…”

Plagg snickered, “What? I thought you wanted to find out who Ladybug was.”

“Not like this,” Adrien whined, running a shaky hand through his hair.

“Not enough candlelight, Romeo?” Plagg teased, hovering at eye level.

“We were supposed to find out together.” Adrien murmured, “And…and it’s Marinette!” he groaned in frustration, “How am I supposed to talk to her tomorrow?”

“Same as always.” Plagg answered with a shrug, “Now, where’s my Camembert?”

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“You’re a store clerk and oh shit I just spotted my ex please let me hide behind your desk-thing” AU

I saw this prompt earlier and I HAD to do it for Zutara!


The thing about hearing your name being called out is that it’s almost automatic to look around, even if - like Katara - you knew the voice calling it and didn’t want to. The thing about having a name like Katara’s was that ignoring it wasn’t much of an option, either - how many other Kataras were likely to be walking around? The shock of dark brown hair heading her way was, even from this distance, unmistakeable.

Crap,” she hissed, jerking her head back around and quickening her pace, even as she knew it would do no good - Jet was on the track team. This isn’t hiding, she thought to herself as she slipped into the nearest store, some tiny teashop. This is a tactical retreat.

The empty shop was small and quaint and - most importantly - completely devoid of places to hide: it was all tiny tables and squashy chairs. The only possible place was the desk at the back where the cash register was, and she hurried across to it, ducking under the door flap to find, to her dismay, a mess of cardboard boxes on the floor behind the desk. It seemed there was only room for one person to stand, so, grimacing, she started clearing the boxes away when she heard someone clear his throat.

“Is this… a robbery?” asked the guy looking at her, who must have just emerged from a door she hadn’t noticed before - a store room, probably. “Because if it is, it’s a really bad one. I could hear you all the way from the back.”

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“I swear, doesn’t it sometimes feel like we’re babysitting?”

“I wonder what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

I read that article on Cageside Seats and I totally agree with it. Seriously, it’s an argument a lot of us Reigns fans have had several times over. If Roman bugs you that bad, why not put your energy into people you do like?

and OF COURSE the comment section was full of folks that probably didn’t read past the title and needed to he-haw about their constitutional right to boo Roman being infringed upon. One comment was like “if we stop booing Reigns then his fans will get louder and they’ll think he’s over.” And I’m like….

Originally posted by stellarollins

…yeah, okay my dude.

Barter

(NOT my gif/s)(NOT my characters except reader)

Pairings: Bucky (Demon!Bucky) x Reader

Summary; AU- Sorcery it’s a farce. At least that’s what you thought before your little sister, Wanda, found an old magic book and decide to try a spell so his crush fell in love with her. To your atonishment and hers the spell works and now she has to face the drawback; she has sold her soul to a demon called Bucky in exchange the favor. Now, you are forced to intervene and reach an agreement with said demon.

Warnings: Language, sexual tension (as always), angels, demons and all kind of religious stuff

A/N; Sorry for the delay, (again). Also, there’s a SPN pun in this chapter, yay!! xd 

Tags;  @bexboo616 @minaphobia @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x  @hollycornish  @jenn0755  (tags are open!)


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Chapter 6

Closing the water you compose yourself as well as you can before open the door and facing Bucky, who is looking worriedly at you.

- Yes… it’s just.. It has been a long night - you shrug

- Indeed  - he nods - You can stay here if you want

You look over the place searching for another bed, pondering your options. On one hand you don’t feel strong enough to share a bed with Bucky, not after that kiss… But on other hand the last thing you want to do right now it’s having to face Steve, at least not without a good night of sleep.

- Thank you - you decide to agree - I will take the couch

- No way - he opens the huge built-in wardrobe - Take the bed - Noticing your scandalized face he adds - I don’t need to sleep, doll, don’t worry

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anonymous asked:

I love how excited Dan gets when a game has some kind of lesson. Like in Mario Time Machine how it's generally understood that the game is crap, but Dan is like "Dude, can we just play a few more episodes of this. This is so interesting, I love this." And Arin is just like, "Really? Okay, yeah dude. Let's do it!" Or in Everything. Dan was blown away by that shit. I loved the Eveything playthrough.

Danny is so pure and good,, his fascination with everything is adorable!!

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[x]: Because people were too lazy to watch the video, but instead, took [x] at face value.

Yellow like Star

The flowertown is strong in this color au fic.

The existence of close bonds between friends allowing people to see a very small part of the color spectrum wasn’t a new thing for Luke. He had plenty of close friends in his life. Hanging with Hidden Block in their club room allowed him to see more color than before, probably because he had so many great friends in one place.

The world painted in yellows, greens, and blues. A real helpful palate when it came to them designing their patch. He enjoyed it.

More than that he enjoyed making new friends.

So when Hana joined Hidden Block he was ecstatic.

Now he had two friends in class with him it was great!

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problems of a kpop fan

it’s like on one hand

but on the other hand

Everything Will Be Fine (Craig x Male!Reader)

Everything Will Be Fine

Craig x Male!Reader

  You laughed as Clyde told the story of how he got rejected. You loved sitting with the guys at lunch. Clyde was always having a misadventure of some kind or the other, Tweek would spaz at nearly everything, Craig was always getting detention, and Token tried in vain to keep everyone in line. Yes, these guys weren’t perfect, but they were your friends. Ever since you moved to the little mountain town in freshman year, you immediately clicked with them. The five of you stuck close through thick and thin through high school’s crazy moments. Now in junior year, you were all even closer. You five told each other practically everything and looked out for each other. However, there was one thing you haven’t told them. It was a secret you hadn’t told anyone. You had a crush… on Craig.
        You snuck a glance at the chullo wearing boy. He had his usual stoic expression, though rolled his eyes at Clyde. He had the whole ‘bad boy’ thing going for him. Everyone knew not to mess with Craig, he’d kick your ass in a heartbeat. But since you hung out with him, you knew he was more than that. He was actually really cool and definitely had a soft side. He just hid it really well. Craig was guarded and not really one to show much emotion, even when the five of you hung out. It’s just the way he was and why he hung out with the group. You guys accepted that’s just the way he was, and though he’d never say it, Craig really appreciated it.
        At first the strong feelings you had for him were strong admiration. He always stood up for himself and didn’t give a shit about what others thought of him. He didn’t let things get to him. You wished to be like him, but you were quiet, shy. You were a pacifist, and had trouble standing up for yourself. Maybe it’s because you just want things to go alright and therefore avoided conflict whenever you can. However, this means you kind of get pushed around a lot. Perhaps that’s why the guys took you under their wing.
As time went on, though, those feelings of admiration began to turn into attraction. It started out small, growing slowly but surely. Before you knew it, you were full blown head over heels for him. The thing was, you knew how cruel your peers could be. You could already her the insults. Fag. Gaywad. Fairy. Besides, you didn’t know if Craig even liked you. Hell, you didn’t even know if he swung that way! Your fears made you even shyer and as a consequence, you didn’t really talk to Craig that much. Hell, every time you looked at him you had to fight down a blush. Yes, you knew it was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it! He was just so… fucking amazing.
        Craig’s gaze caught yours. He arched an eyebrow and you quickly looked away, feeling your cheeks start to burn. Fuck, he caught you looking at him. Now what’s he going to think. Thankfully for you, the bell signaling the end of lunch rang. You quickly got up and left the cafeteria before he could say anything. Craig turned to Token, who just shrugged.
        The rest of the day went by and the final bell rang. Craig was talking with Token, who was putting his things in his bag. “I don’t get it. He’s been acting really weird lately, almost avoiding me! What did I do?” Token shook his head and closed his locker.
        “I don’t know, man. It’s pretty weird. Did you say something to him or something?” Craig shook his head.
        “I haven’t talked to him in weeks!” Token shrugged.
        “I don’t get it either. I’ll talk to him.”
        “Let me know what he says,” Craig said. Token nodded.
        “I will.”
        It was a short walk to your place, only seven blocks, and he was soon at your door. He knocked and, after a few moments, you opened the door and smiled. “Oh, hey, Token. What’s up?”
        “Can I talk to you?” You blinked.
        “Uh, sure?” You stepped aside and let him in. “What about?” Token sat down on the couch and you sat next to him.
        “Craig.” You paled instantly.
        “W-what about Craig?” you asked, failing epically at playing cool. Token rolled his eyes.
        “Give it up, Y/n. You’ve been avoiding Craig for the past few weeks. He’s starting to think you hate him.” Your eyes widened.
        “I don’t hate him!” he exclaimed.
        “Then why are you avoiding him?!” You looked down and Token grew concerned. “Dude, Y/n, what’s going on? I know you really look up to Craig, which is why I don’t get why you suddenly won’t talk to him.”
        “It’s… complicated,” you mumbled.
        “What’s complicated? Did Craig do something?” You shook your head. “Did someone say something?” Again, you shook your head. “Then what is it?”
        “…It’s me,” you whispered. Token furrowed his eyes in confusion.
        “What about you?” You bit your lip.
        “Token, can you keep a secret?”
        “Sure, dude.” You looked up at him.
        “No, I’m serious. You can’t tell anyone! Especially not the guys! Especially not… Craig.” Token nodded slowly.
        “I won’t tell anyone.”
        “Promise.”
        “Yeah, I promise.” You looked down again, gathering up your courage. You took a deep breath and looked up at your friend.
        “Token, I’m gay.” Token’s eyes widened in surprise.
        “Oh, um, okay.”
        “Okay?”
        “Yeah, dude. It’s fine that you’re gay. I don’t care. You’re still the same Y/n.” You shook your head.
        “You don’t get it.”
        “Get what? The other guys won’t care either.” You wanted to facepalm so hard. Token was supposed to be the smart one in the group!
        “God damn it, Token! I have a crush on Craig!” The boy froze.
        “…Oh…”
        “Yeah, oh! You see my problem now?”
        “That’s why you’ve been avoiding him.” You nodded. “Well, you shouldn’t. If anything, that means you should hang out with him more.”
        “The fuck? No!”
        “What?”
        “Have you seen me around him lately? I get all awkward!”
        “You’re not awkward.”
        “Token, I can’t even look at him without blushing.”
        “Well, you need to talk to him. He thinks you hate him.”
        “What am I supposed to say? Hey, Craig! Sorry I’ve been awkward. I just have a huge gay crush on you.” Token rolled his eyes.
        “Now, you’re overreacting.”
        “I’m not overreacting!” you yelled. Token raised an eyebrow and you slouched in defeat. “It’s just weird, Token. I mean, he probably doesn’t even swing this way.”
        “How long have you liked him?”
        “Since the middle of sophomore year.”
        “Well… just calm down. Take it one day at a time. I got your back, alright?”
        “You’re not going to tell him right?” Token shook his head.
        “Not if you don’t want me to.” You smiled.
        “Thanks, Token.” He smiled.
        “No problem, man.”
        The next morning, Craig found Token by his locker. “So?”
        “So what?” Token asked, getting his biology text book.
        “Did you talk to Y/n?”
        “Yeah.”
        “Did you find out why he’s been avoiding me?”
        “Yep,” Token said, shutting his locker and walking to class. Craig, confused, quickly followed.
        “Okay… So are you going to tell me?”
        “No.”
        “Why the fuck not?!”
        “I can’t.”
        “What do you mean you can’t?!” Token sighed and stopped at the door to the biology classroom. He turned and faced his friend.
        “Because I promised I wouldn’t.”
        “Promise who? Y/n?” Token nodded.
        “Why wouldn’t he want you to tell me?”
        “You need to ask him yourself.” He turned to go, but Craig put a surprisingly gentle hand on his shoulder. Token turned back to find Craig looking… scared?
        “Just tell me… Does Y/n hate me?” he asked in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. Token gave him a kind smile.
        “No, he doesn’t, far from it.” And with that, he walked into the classroom, leaving a confused Craig alone with his thoughts.
        For the entire day, you were nervous. Sure, Token promised not to tell anyone, but what if something accidentally slipped? No, you trusted Token. What if the guys guessed? No, Clyde’s too self-absorbed and Tweek spazzes so much he misses half of what goes on around him. The person you were worried about was Craig. While he was quiet, the boy was observant. He was really good at figuring people out, especially people he knows. Needless to say, you were stressing most of the day. You even went so far as to skip lunch and hang out in the library. You didn’t have any classes with Craig, but that didn’t stop the raven haired teen from seeking you out after school.
        Gym was your last class of the day. You felt awkward undressing in front of people, so you usually waited for everyone to leave before changing yourself. You were sore from weight lifting the day before, so it took you a little longer than usual to get changed. By the time you had changed and got your things together, it was ten minutes after the final bell had rung. The hallways were pretty empty as you walked out of the locker room. Adjusting the bag strap on your shoulder, you walked down the hall. Just as you rounded the corner, however, you froze as you came face to face with Craig Tucker. He was leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets, a blank look on his face. “Took you longer than usual,” he stated in his usual monotone. You blinked, nervously gripping the bag strap.
        “Uh, y-yeah… Sore from yesterday, you know?” You mentally cringed at your wavering voice. Craig nodded. The two of you were silent before Craig pushed himself off the wall and stood only a foot away from you. Being a good head taller than you, and just being Craig in general, he looked pretty fucking intimidating. Your hand gripped the strap so hard your knuckles were turning white.
        “Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked. 
        “I haven’t.” Fuck, your voice cracked. Craig raised an eyebrow slightly and you averted your eyes. Craig muttered something under his breath before gently pushing you against the wall, caging you with an arm on either side. You felt you face heat as you stared up at him with wide eyes. “Craig?” you asked, your voice pitching. He silenced you by pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly sweet kiss. You let out a weak eep in surprise and he chuckled. He pulled away and smiled at you softly. If you weren’t blushing before, you certainly were now. Your mouth moved, but no sound came out. Craig chuckled and leaned his forehead against yours.
        “You should have said something, you dork,” he said.
        “H-how did you…?" 
        "I’m good at reading people. I didn’t know for sure, but when you skipped lunch, I was convinced. Plus, after I mentioned it to Token, he nodded.”
        “He said he would say anything,” you mumbled. Craig smirked. 
        “He didn’t say anything. He only nodded.” You scowled and Craig laughed. “So…uh, are we…like…” Craig smiled.
        “Y/n, will you go out with me?” You smiled.
        “Yes.” Craig’s smile grew and he leaned down to kiss you again.
        The next day, you nervously stood outside the school doors. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Craig looked at you.
        “It’ll be fine, Y/n.” You shook your head.
        “No one really needs to know. I mean, it is a rather… personal thing, relationships. No one likes the couple flaunting or making out in the hallway. Maybe we should just keep it to ourselves…” Craig sighed and put his hands on your shoulders, turning you so you faced him. 
        “Look, there is nothing you need to be ashamed of. Being gay isn’t a bad thing. A lot of people are and we just happen to be two of them. And there is nothing to be scared of. I won’t let anyone hurt you, okay?” He moved a hand to hang by yours. “Do you trust me?” You smiled and took his hand, interlocking your fingers.
        “Yes.” He smiled and nodded. The two of you walked into the building hand-in-hand. As you walked, you felt peoples’ stares burning into you, but you kept looking straight ahead. 'It’s not that bad,‘ you thought, 'Just ignore everyone, Y/n, just ignore them.’
        “Holy fuck! Look at the gaywads!” You visibly cringed as Cartman’s voice echoed in the hallway. Craig shot the overweight teen a piercing death glare.
        "Listen here, you annoying, tub of lard! If I hear you talking shit about my boyfriend, I will rip your balls off and shove them so far up your ass you’ll taste them!“ Cartman stared at him in surprise and fear. Craig gave your hand a gentle squeeze and you smiled, squeezing his back. Yeah, people will talk, but who gives a shit? After all, you have the best fucking boyfriend in the world who threatens those who talk shit. Everything will be just fine.

Wendy or Kyle, huh? Nope! Some much needed SP M/M RI love because there aren’t a lot of  them, something that definitely needs to be changed. I will write a F/F one soon (either Wendy or Bebe). This one’s for all the shy boys out there.