you know these two posts are actually shorter than a lot of my others

Apple Fritters

summary: after moving to Queens to fulfill your scholarship at the Midtown School of Science and Technology, your first day starts out with a bang. Literally. Colliding with Peter Parker on your first day of school while trying to catch the subway, you both kindle a friendship that feels like it could spark something more. 

word count: 1.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: none, just a bunch of fluff. plus some mention of apple fritters. 

a/n: this is my mcu fanfiction debut! i had been thinking a lot about what to start off with, so why not start off with something simple and clean and cute. hopefully it’s as good as i think it is. If it gets some positive feedback, maybe I’ll turn it into a series. who knows? 

One of the many reasons you had fallen in love with Queens were the sounds. You were completely content wandering the streets, just listening to life move around you. While most would be put off by the constant honking and shouting, it was almost therapeutic to you. Your favorite time to be out within the city was early in the morning and late at night; both felt like each of the different times were when the city came alive.

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Patience

Ah I am so relieved that I got to finally finish this and share this with you all! I also want to apologize for anyone who has been waiting on me; thank you for your ‘patience’ (; haha. Thank you and I hope you all enjoy! - M x.

Harry was grumpy.

And he had every right to be, he thought. It started when he was woken up to the sound of your alarm and your body constantly shifting underneath him. He frowned because you didn’t accept his kiss as you rubbed at your tired eyes. “Morning gorgeous,” he mumbled, his eyes blinking so fast as they were desperate to awaken.

His arms pulled you closer to him as he rolls you over onto your back. The vibrations of his deep hums tickled your neck as his lips lazily traced your skin. You laugh at the pecks of kisses that press all along your jawline. “Oh, Button. Dreamed of you all night last night and I want ya’,” he whispers along your collarbone. Your hands find themselves tangled into his hair as you watch him lift his Stones shirt that you wore to bed. A giggle comes from you as he cups your breasts under the fabric, you shake your head as you see the smile that appears on his face. “Babe, we can’t, not right now,” you say, your fingers massaging his scalp as he continues to give you gentle touches with his mouth.

“Why not?” he whines as his mouth continues to give your body wet, hot kisses.

“Got lots to get done today, you know this.”

Harry shakes his head, “Just a few more minutes, Bug. Wanna love on you.” He pulls your body even closer to him. The smile that was planted against your neck disappeared as you start to wiggle your way from his grasp. “Not now, Harry. Maybe after, but we have lots to do today,” you whisper, planting a small kiss on his forehead before you  completely wiggle out of his hold.

He groans as he watches you make your way to the master bathroom, pouting to himself because he couldn’t convince you to stay longer. And by the way you walked so nonchalantly and closed the bathroom door shut, he knew that there was no sign of invitation for him to join you in a steamy shower.

So yes, Harry was grumpy.

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An open call for episode transcripts from our Travelers, struggles in creating the Penumbra as a small team, and why we need your help

UPDATE: Some extremely generous fans have stepped up to organize @thepenumbrapodcasttranscripts , so please head over there if you would like to participate! We are deeply touched by the speedy response to this post.

Hey there Travelers,

Kevin here. Over the thirteen months since the Penumbra’s first episode, we’ve received a lot of requests from fans for access to episode transcripts. Many of you have contacted us with well-reasoned arguments about accessibility for those with hearing and processing disabilities. Many of you have expressed frustration about the $7 Patreon reward level, at which donating patrons get to look at the scripts the actors see.

We’ve stayed quiet on this so far, but we haven’t been ignoring you. We recognize your frustration. We apologize if the packaging of our show has made you feel like we don’t notice you, or listen to you, or care about you. We do. Internally we’ve been discussing this for months – and after debating it and trying a lot of things, we’ve come to what we think is the only conclusion that makes sense given our situation. I’ll tell you the conclusion first, and then move backward to our reasoning:

We are asking for help from you, the fans, in making these transcripts a reality. If fans create a tumblr or website that features fan-made transcripts of every episode, we will gladly post a link to it on our website and promote it whenever a new transcript has been completed.

We have asked for this from you all before, but it understandably got lost in the weeks and months that have passed since. As a result, should fans express interest in creating transcripts, we will be reblogging this post once every two weeks until all of the transcripts have been completed.

We recognize that it is frustrating not having the supports you need to access our show as others can. We recognize that asking fans to create those supports is also frustrating. Please know that we are frustrated, too. We are living a very uncomfortable, very difficult reality in creating this show, and up until now we’ve kept the details of that reality invisible to you all. But if I can ask for just a few minutes of your understanding, I hope I can communicate clearly about the obstacles in the way of us creating these transcripts, which are also, not coincidentally, the biggest threats to the Penumbra’s continued existence in general.

What follows is an in-depth look at my reasoning. If you’re satisfied with the above, hey, skip it! You can find the couple of transcripts we had time to make here (as well as one by a fan who asked to be credited as subtlepuns), so go for it, work together, create a platform for them, and feel free to use what we’ve made to get you started. If you’re still bothered, or you don’t understand why we can’t just make all the transcripts ourselves, I ask only that you read and think about our position, here. It is not one made hastily.

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*casually dumps another set of BMC/DEH crossover headcanons*

 Okay so since my first headcanon dump got surprisingly popular and I’ve just got headcanons for these kids out the wazoo, here’s some more of the Dear Chill Boys.  There’s a lot of references to stuff from the first post in this one, so if you haven’t read it then you’ll probably want to before reading this one. 

Also I got an ask about them in which the person referred to the AU as “Dear Chilled Boys” and now that’s the only thing I refer to it and the main gang of characters as.  Just “the chilled boys”.  After I saw the ask me and my little sister had a whole conversation about why they were chilled

We decided Jared somehow got himself and everyone else stuck in of those walk-in freezers 

(maybe to swap out ice cream for bathbombs?) 

(oh wait bathbombs are toxic) 

(fuck this is like heathers and Jared is JD) 

(he’s JK ohm y GOD)

(look what you’ve done)

(dead girl walking reprise but JD’s laugh when veronica confronts him is replaced with jared’s sincerely me reprise laugh)

(”Step away from the bomb.”  “NYHAHAHAHA”)

Someone save these boys

They are very cold

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA+Saeran react to MC being insecure about her stretch marks? <3

yay for body positivity ^o^ 
midterms week begins for me tomorrow… someone please pray for me LOL i’m so stressed T___T

Yoosung:

  • you only decided to show him because he wanted to go to a water park and you didn’t know how to tell him why you were too self-conscious to go
  • when you lift your shirt just slightly to show your stomach, you’re already waiting for him to be taken aback or go “oh.. alright let’s not go”
  • but nope this boy is fascinated
  • “that looks so cool! i’m so jealous :(”
  • “um no, this is not something to be jealous over”
  • “:( they look like battle scars :( i think it looks really cool :( i want some :(”
  • at that point he’s pouting so much you’re too busy laughing to be uncomfortable over revealing your insecurity
  • he keeps on insisting that you look fine and that he think you’re even more special for having them
  • but he says if you’re still not ready to go to places like water parks, he’ll wait
  • “we can swim together in our own bathtub” he says with a smile on his face someone tell this boy two people can’t swim in a bathtub
  • you go red in the face when you picture you two in the bathtub
  • he sees your expression, realizes the implication of what he said, and then he gets even redder than you what a pure child
  • “w-wait! i didn’t mean to sound so… ahh, this is embarrassing” 
  • he’s too busy looking at the ground now, and you two are just standing in his apartment having a blush-off
  • and then he chances a glance back at you, looking extremely nervous
  • “i mean… i wouldn’t mind, though. if you wanted to…”
  • dear god who knew yoosung could be so brave?? you’re shook
  • but before you even give a reply, he’s screaming with embarrassment and running out the room

Zen

  • he noticed you never wore shorts, even during the blistering summer heat
  • not that he was one to judge your fashion choices, but sometimes you looked like you were dying in those leggings or jeans
  • so he carefully brought up the question, only because he was concerned
  • you’re reluctant, but it’s zen and you trust him, so you take a second to go into your room and change into some shorts
  • he blushes a little when he sees your legs, but his eyes widen slightly when he takes in the stretch marks near the upper part of your legs
  • immediately wears a warm grin and gestures you over
  • “aww babe… come here”
  • you do, but at this point you’re itching to change back and cover your legs up again
  • “i know, they’re gross…”
  • zen looks almost offended by what you say “what?! no no no, you look beautiful” 
  • “no lying, zen! it doesn’t make me feel better.”
  • now he’s frowning, leaning over and pulling you into his lap instead
  • “babe, i’m not lying. you look perfect.”
  • you keep waving his words off, but he keeps saying it as he hugs you close
  • afterwards, you occasionally have the courage to start wearing shorts around in the house at least and he’s thrilled
  • did the dramatic collapse onto the ground when you first willingly stepped out in shorts
  • “ah, fair maiden! your beauty has rendered me helpless! that wonderful face, those dazzling legs! where in heaven did you descend from?”
  • “zen please stop that is so embarrassing if you keep doing this i swear i’m never-”

Jaehee

  • it only came up because she was talking about her hair and how she was self-conscious about how it looked and so you shared one of your own worries
  • to your surprise, she’s not even that phased when you mention it, and you ask why
  • “stretch marks are normal for women, it’s nothing to be ashamed of”
  • “but they look…”
  • “i think they look absolutely fine”
  • she literally always cuts in every single time with a neutral compliment before you get to make any negative comments about it
  • so you stopped bringing it up, but still refused to show them to anyone
  • and one day you woke up to a piece of paper taped to your bedroom door… and bathroom window… and fridge
  • they’re all of the same article titled “10 Reasons Why You Should Love Your Stretch Marks!”
  • at first, you’re almost embarrassed that she went out of her way to do that, but after reading it, you actually feel a lot better about them
  • she never mentions what she did, but grins when you give tackle her into a big hug
  • “i hope you realize that i love and admire you for what’s on the inside, and even still, you look incredible. if anyone else thinks otherwise, i’ll deal with them myself”
  • you read the article every morning now, and it makes you feel more confident in wearing shorter clothing

Jumin

  • he was splurging again on clothes for you to wear while he was abroad on a business trip
  • and arrives home with his bodyguards carrying armloads of beautiful dress and tops
  • you’re lowkey worried about how you’re gonna tell him you’re never wearing those
  • but when he recommends one particular dress for dinner tonight, you come clean and tell him you don’t wear things with short sleeves in public anymore because of the stretch marks on your arm
  • he goes quiet for a long moment before ushering his bodyguards away
  • then walks over and gives you a big kiss before hugging you to his chest
  • “my love, i won’t force you to wear anything you don’t want, but it pains me to hear that you don’t appreciate everything about yourself”
  • “jumin, they’re stretch marks… no one likes having them”
  • “i don’t see why you should be so ashamed of them. you still look beautiful”
  • the next time he came back home, though, his bodyguards had a bunch of luxury long-sleeved dresses
  • since you still didn’t feel comfortable enough wearing short sleeves, you’re touched at the gesture
  • at night, he likes to kiss your arms and cuddle you before going to sleep 

707

  • he bought matching cat t-shirts to wear together for your next outing to the pet store
  • it was all fine until he noticed you were wearing a cardigan too
  • “MC!! it’s so hot outside!! and the cardigan covers the kitties on the back!”
  • you grimace, saying you have bad stretch marks on your arm and don’t want to show them
  • he gets all serious then, stepping away from the door and sitting you down on his couch
  • you two proceed to have a long talk as you tell him why you feel so insecure and him trying to tell you why you shouldn’t feel that way
  • he’s sad that you’re negative about them, and announces that he’s set a mission to make you appreciate and love yourself
  • will literally compliment you every day
  • sticks post-it notes all over the house saying cringeworthy things like “you’re so beautiful today that you made me forget my pickup line”
  • you lowkey love it though, and feel better about yourself with each passing day
  • one night you even show him that you have stretch marks on your stomach while lying in bed together
  • he makes this loud gasp, and you think that it’s out of disgust
  • but then he looks up, eyes shining
  • “cotton candy”
  • “…what?”
  • “it looks like cotton candy!”
  • “seven;;;; no”
  • “look! it does! i love cotton candy!! and you!!! this is surely a sign that we were made for each other!”

Saeran

  • he only knew because you were talking about this new shirt you got that you can’t wear once you realized it showed the stretch marks on your arms too much
  • for a short while, he never brought it up because he didn’t know how to
  • like he wants to tell you that you look completely fine with them
  • heck, he thinks you look more attractive with them 
  • he finds the way they look fascinating on you
  • but god forbid he ever drew up the courage to admit it out loud
  • yet as time went on, and you continued to torture yourself in the summer heat with long sleeves and pants, he started to get agitated
  • cause why were you suffering like that?? what was the point??? 
  • so one day he just tossed you a t-shirt while you were lounging on the couch watching TV
  • and you’re all confused as to why he gave you it
  • “you’re sweating, isn’t it obvious?”
  • “i’m fine… i don’t mind it”
  • “if this is because of your stretch marks, there’s no point”
  • now you’re slightly annoyed at him for saying that
  • “there is a point! they bother me, and i don’t want to see them! no one does!”
  • and then he suddenly raises his voice, “well I do! i like them and you look perfectly fine even with it!”
  • there’s a longggg silence before you realize he actually said that
  • “saeran, what did you–”
  • “no i didn’t”
  • “i haven’t even finished my–”
  • he’s blushing furiously “i didn’t say anything i don’t know what you’re talking about” then he speed-walks into his room
  • later when he walks about out after you call him for dinner, he sees you changed into the t-shirt
  • a ghost of a smile touches his face, but he immediately schools his expression while helping you set the table
  • he does compliment your shirt later on though, and you start wearing t-shirts around the house more cause you lowkey notice him smiling whenever he sees you in them and you love it
Saphael Fanfic Rec!

Here are the works I’ve been saving throughout last year since the show first aired and up until this point. Amazing works that show this wonderful pairing and each characterization. All the love to the authors! 

As usual, I couldn’t find some authors’ user names. So, if someone knows the user and tag them, that would be very appreciated

87. Careful is my middle name by tveckling

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Raphael’s voice came from behind him. Simon hoped his twitching hadn’t been too noticeable and turned around with a bright smile that he hoped wasn’t too fake. “Just going out.”

A Holiday Encounter by @demiromanticmickey

Admittedly, Simon volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering Simon with another task.

A Word Between Two Friends by ofEmeraldStars

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.

Answer me (please) by all_their_intricacies

To Simon <3 (3:02 AM): i love you  

To Simon <3 (3:03 AM): so fucking much

Appreciation of art by @fangtasticsaphael

He managed to sit on the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account with a Clary abandoned me in the art museum once again message with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.

Baby, I’m not made of stone by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“Did I ever tell you that we feel everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”

(Fix-it fic)

Baby’s First Steps by Luuna (you_know_them_trees)

Simon wasn’t flustered, he really wasn’t. And Raphael checking up on him all the time wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he had a crush or something.

It might have been true… if only Raphael stopped calling him baby.

Before I ever met you by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“You know that moment,” he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone –someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft. “Oh, Simon.”
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t fucking remember.”

Bitter Sweet by @abluelightinthedark 

“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck, trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“

The guy actually smirks at him and lets his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.

“What I want from you would be really inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“

Or

The one where everybody thinks that Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually vise versa.

Bleed out in my veins by @eversall

How do you stop loving someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.

Breathing Is A Side Effect Of Being Alive by booksandanime

When you’re alive, your heart beats, your breath catches and comes in gasps, you age and fall in love and die.

When you’re undead, your heart pantomimes beating, you gasp for air that isn’t needed, you never age, you fall in love, you stay together if you decide to.

This is a story of how Simon Lewis let go of normalcy and thoughts of being a monster in favor of falling in love with Raphael Santiago. (It’s not a bad trade, really.)

Brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in by psyches

Honestly, no matter which way you put it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.

Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.

Call me, maybe? by @fangtasticsaphael 

“You’re not planning on giving him a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not planning on buying him a black shirt at all.”

“All he ever wears is black. The most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be considered a colour.

“Well, that’s why I brought you because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.

Candy Kisses by @abluelightinthedark

Three times Raphael doesn’t enjoy Simon’s kisses + the one time he craves more

Coffee & Spanish by ofEmeraldStars

Simon’s eyes land on his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out his Spanish knowledge.

Cookin’ up love by @moonlightmaia

“Simon! Dios mío, what the hell?”
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a professional and so was his kitchen.

Devotion’s desire. by @saphaeldaily

a character study of raphael santiago and how nothing goes the way he wants.

side of simon/raphael.

Disasters that lead to pretty boys (are worth it) by gayinsight

“My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of her pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so she won’t notice!”

Don’t just leave it all up to chance by @accordingtomel

“Shut up, Jace,” Izzy commands, glaring at him before turning her attention back to Simon. “Okay, so you know how Clary and I are in charge of the Senior Prom Fundraiser?”

“Oh yeah, sure?”

“And you know how we told you we had everything totally covered?” Clary adds.

Simon glances over at Jace in confusion, but Jace just shrugs.

“Well, we kind of need some help now,” Izzy says.

“What kind of help?” Simon asks slowly.

Magnus snorts like he can’t help himself, which means that he must know what’s going on too.

Silence falls over the table for a moment too long before Clary finally comes out with it. “We need you to take a shift at the kissing booth.”

***

Simon gets roped into working at a kissing booth. The consequences, however, are much better than he could’ve ever expected.

Fight Me On That by @themadtilde

“Well, someone must tell you the straight fact that Gandfalf beats that old wimp Dumbledore so hard that Dumbledore wouldn’t even have a chance if they were to duel.”

Simon’s anger, that slowly had stopped boiling, quickly flamed up again.

“Oh yeah?” he hissed heatedly, slamming his cup down on the table and standing up to be eye-to-eye with Raphael. “Well, fight me on that!”

And then, before Simon could really comprehend what he just had said, he was lying on the floor with Raphael hovering over him, and he felt a throbbing pain in his skull.

(inspired by the tumblr post one day im gonna say “fight me!” and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me

Fire and Gasoline by @degrassi-fanatic

“Those two are like fire and gasoline.”

That’s what everyone said about them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only further fueled the other.
—-
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.

Forever isn’t too long, when i’m right where i belong by moriartyscupoftea

Raphael sat on the living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,” he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?” Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.

Gazing into your eyes, I know I’m home by ofEmeraldStars

Simon didn’t expect for Raphael to corner him in the abandoned building, but yet there he was pinning him on the spot with his intense gaze.

How to make your local clan leader blush by scalira

Simon realizes vampires are capable of blushing after he sees Raphael getting flustered, and after that it becomes his mission to get Raphael to blush again.

I dont understand Quidditch (or Love) by @slytherinsimon

Simon Lewis is a Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.

I Hope So Too by @bathildahotshot

Simon’s not in love with Raphael.

I know what you are (say it) bisexual by thankyouforexisting

Simon tells himself,

It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….

Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of

I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is he licking his lip- I’m straight..

“This,” the vampire announces as they walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon Lewis.”

He looks at him then, grinning, eyes dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable, and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.

His mantra becomes

Let me not jump him, or, at least, not in public..

I Watch It All From A Far (heaven help me) by @geckette

Clary took a sip from her coffee before putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are you serious? You didn’t know?”

Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating Raphael.“

Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!

If i ever had your number, i think i would use it by @eversall

“Er.” Simon says, but that seems to be enough.
“Simon?” Raphael asks.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium bathroom?”
.
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.

If you wanna find love then you know where the city is by @eversall

Simon comes back to them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings. What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he understands what heartbreak feels like.
.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.

In all that’s left of you and me by igniteyourbones

how the saphael reunion really went down.

“You look awful.”

“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in Raphael ripping him to pieces.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time by heartsdesire456

Simon ends up in the ER after a drunken dare and meets the potential love of his life.

It’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse by mostlikelydefinentlymad

Raphael’s other half is sat across from a beautiful girl with auburn curls and a copy of Jane Eyre on the table.

He’s gesturing at a gray box and giving away a smile that once belonged to mid-afternoons spent tracing the contours of Simon’s body, laughter seeping into the halls of the hotel.

Kindred by White_Marker

Once, hidden in the dark and uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched his chin in return.

They lifted each other’s faces, moving it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.

Like a challenge, they held each other’s eyes, all traces of humor gone.

For a little while, Simon and Raphael felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.

Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.

a.k.a.

 Soulmate AU where you slowly start seeing color. Let the angst begin!

Like a halo in reverse by @gilmarverdes

The feeling began to become home. More of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is, this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will always be this. I deserve to hurt—

Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.

Simon, on the other hand…

"Raphael,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry. I thought—”

Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger, need. There is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick; this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the twists. 

“Do it again,” Raphael says, his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I need you.”

Livin’ just to find emotion by @joanthangroff

When Simon has to transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course, life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he can join in the next semester.

Mail for Ezekiel by @fangtasticsaphael

“Hey, buddy,” Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman turned around to leave.

Master of pillow forts by @fangtasticsaphael 

“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.

“You’re back already?”

“Obviously.” Raphael’s expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead of stating the obvious.

Never just that simple by @fangtasticsaphael 

“It’s not fake concern. I…I know I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.

“The position you put me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.

Not Actually Homophobic by @mymalecshinesbright

Raphael was extremely confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before, and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from. But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to vomit.

Not Like I Care by ChangeForTheBetter

Simon gets sexiled and seeks refuge in Raphael’s room.
(Again.)

But maybe Raphael doesn’t mind so much.

Of all of the faces, you were the one next to me by  mostlikelydefinentlymad

//if I love you // is that a fact // or a weapon

Of Sleep Deprivation And First Kisses (Or, How Tea Solves Problems) by PossiblyNobody

“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.

Saphael Tumblr Prompt

On the List of Things (Read: People) Simon Thought He’d Never Do by @rainybookshop

Obviously Simon had missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.

One cup of coffee (is all it takes to fall in love) by @abluelightinthedark

Simon walks into the Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly neither his grumpy expression.

Paved paradise by @simonxraph

Not only has Raphael stolen his parking spot and infiltrated his friend group, now he knows that Simon thinks he’s attractive.

Please Daddy by TrickyVicky3

Simon wilts under the pressure, but needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.

Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos like you’re making me –“

Raphael waves his hands in front of Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.

Professor knows it all! by @shadowhunterships

I saw a prompt on tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but… apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his secret to the professor himself!

Rhododendrons by @gilmarverdes

Part of him was hoping that he would never have to see Simon again; you rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.

But - who was he kidding, he’s going to be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.

Set me free by @fangtasticsaphael

His dark hair stuck against his forehead in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he basically had to be human.

“Just find the target, make the guy fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.

Shattered hearts by @fangtasticsaphael

“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t ready yet but if you already know you can't love me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold mask.

Magnus had warned him, told him it was a bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.

The one person he developed romantic feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were, apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.

Shelter by @fangtasticsaphael

“I know you’re about to close but maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.

“You look like you rather need some tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.

“So, that’s a no? You do realise I can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”

Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of clothing for October if you asked Raphael.

Sign of the times by @joanthangroff

When Raphael is hit by a mysterious spell, Simon has to teach him how to be human.

Simon la Exploradora by RaphaelSantiago

Five Spanish words Simon learnt from watching Dora the Explorer, and the times he said them to Raphael.

Strange crossings. by @sadlyamundane

The universe works in strange ways, maybe that’s why Magnus cancelled dinner with Raphael, maybe that’s why Simon’s blind date doesn’t go as planned.

What ever it was, this was definitely the universe crossing their paths.

Sweetheart by @fangtasticsaphael

“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

“There’s one with lol no balanced on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.

“You have one stuck in your hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of candy.

Te Extraño (I Miss You) by andy_ros3

To Clary: I don’t think I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay, yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that when he’s nervous.

Tendons too torn to beg (for you to let me back in) by @gilmarverdes

What hurts the most, the thing that makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its grave.

He knows the way that Simon sounds; the unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.

But worst of all, he knows the way that Simon feels.

The Game of Life by raphaelsontiago

“Why is school so damn expensive?” He grumbled, putting his money back in the bank.

“Maybe it’s because you have six cars full of kids, mi sol?” Raphael smirked and Simon wanted to throw the board across the room.

“It’s not my fault I got stuck with such a big family!” He protested. Raphael chuckled quietly and bit his lip.

“You know, a big family wouldn’t be all bad. Six cars of kids would be a bit of a hassle, but I think four or five kids would be nice.” Raphael’s gaze dropped to the floor and Simon nearly choked.

Raphael was asking to have a family with him.

or, the one where simon and raphael play life but they spend more time talking than playing the game

The Morning After by simonsantiago

Simon sits up and stares at Raphael’s back. “Are we…uh…dating now?”

“No,” Raphael says and Simon’s stomach sinks. “I don’t date people who don’t let me sleep.”

The Path To Self-Discovery by @killjoyrow

Simon is the kind of bright, happy guy who needs everyone to be frends with him. Raphael would prefer to have no friends and save himself the headache.

In theory, they’re far better off as distant colleagues - the contrast between them akin to day and night.

In reality, despite claiming to hate each other, the two couldn’t be more perfect. It might just take them a little while to realise it.

The Punishment Fits The Crime by  Hailhydration

When daylighter Raphael Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.

The Thing Is by foggynelson

The thing is: Raphael doesn’t want to love Simon. The thing is: he does anyway.

There is in it, the idea of the fall by scalira

“Angels touched by man cannot stay divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”

And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his, about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not feel tainted.

He feels infinite. He feels bigger than himself.

He feels… he feels human.

This is not what I dreamt it would be by @flying-on-the-wind

Raphael Santiago had always known that his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him. Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?

This is the second part of a series in which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they form a fuller story.

Through Hell or High Water by @shadowcastershq

When Clary drags Simon to his local pool, he’s immediately smitten with the gorgeous but completely unapproachable lifeguard.

Till the sun comes up by @aleclwb

Simon takes a deep breath. “71.”

Clary gapes at him. “71?”

“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71. My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”

Or, everyone has a number on their wrist that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such a bad thing, after all.

Turnabout is Fair Play by @accordingtomel

“Uh, Raph?”

Raphael glances over at Simon with raised brows, using a finger to hold the place in the book he’s reading and shifting his attention towards him.

“Is there a reason that Magnus is sending you pictures of him and Alec kissing?”

Simon turns the phone around to show Raphael said picture.

“I think the better question is why you’re reading my text messages in the first place,” Raphael says, and reaches his free hand out, gesturing for the phone.

***

In an attempt to annoy Raphael, Magnus starts sending increasingly adorable pictures of him and Alec kissing. However, it’s Simon who comes up with the perfect solution to get him back.

Until We Say “I Do” by heartsdesire456

When they had become engaged, it had been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into the family. No, the problem was not dislike.

The problem was that for some reason, the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband converting to their religion.

Upheaval by crystalclark94

Simon, well, he has the most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t shut up!”

Variation on the word (sleep) by mostlikelydefinentlymad

“You can stare at me later you complete sap, come'ere.” Simon pats the bed, awaiting the slight dip of the mattress. Raphael remains where he is, adoring.

Simon grumbles into his pillow about romantic vampires and kicking Raphael out to sleep on the sofa if he doesn’t get his ass in bed.

Warmth & Light by foggynelson

“I’m cute, huh?”

“Oh shut up,” Simon says, lifting his heading up and looking at Raphael. “You’re absolutely gorgeous and you fucking know it.”

Wear my heart a little louder by @eversall

Raphael sucks in a sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed to have that.
.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.

When “You mean nothing“ turns into “You mean everything“ by @abluelightinthedark

There are two ways someone can whisper into your ear with their lips against your neck.

For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft, hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved, someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.

And then there are the times it’s threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear. You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.

Simon unfortunately had to experience both ways in his rather short period of living.

The thing is, it was the same person every time.

Where my heart and future lies by scalira

Raphael hasn’t been home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.

Where There is Fire by CastingMoonlight

Raphael is patient when Simon spirals into despair.

Because Raphael knows, and now Simon knows, and Fairchild will never understand what she did to him in the name of love.

Words of the prophets are written on the subway walls by @joanthangroff

After a fight with his current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people stepping into his life.

You were always gold to me by mostlikelydefinentlymad

They take away the good in Raphael and reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”

No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most - 'Is it too late to go back?’

They cannot see the gold in him.

You’re an asshole, Mr Santiago! by @fangtasticsaphael

He heard the sound again and it made his hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from normal and what if ghosts were real after all?! It was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!

Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room. He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!

You’re in the right place by ghostfacers 

Simon Lewis is an average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.

You’re the one that I want by @sadlyamundane 

“Hypothetically” Simon said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that person likes me back, what do I do?”

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does anyone think a lot about teddy's self identity because i do

i refuse to believe his mother pretended not to know about/ignored/repressed teddys abilities that he surely expressed from a young age (she just didn’t know he was heroing with them)

i like to think that she presented the idea to teddy that he was a mutant because she didn’t want to tell him the truth that he was actually a space prince who was sent for execution by his own grandfather and that she wasnt actually his genetic mother

but this means that teddy was probably open with his shifting at home and she probably helped him figure out how to stay in human-passing form for long enough to save him from the discrimination mutants face

but then think about teddy becoming more aware of what his power truly means, and becoming more confused because he doesn’t know who he actually is

when he realises he likes boys, he wonders for a while if maybe hes actually a girl who had always shifted into a boy body- but how could he not have known that? his internal struggle lasts for weeks until his mum sees his look lingering on another boy on one of their rare outings, and she tells him that his attraction is okay whether he wants to be a boy or a girl

he thinks he feels most himself as human boy teddy, but then looking back at baby photos he seemingly changed his eye colour every day and hes so aware of how he will add a piercing, add muscle, change his hairstyle, whatever necessary to fit in

and suddenly he doesn’t know who he really is? what is his true form? his green self- the form his mother affectionately nicknamed ‘hulkling’- feels as true as his human self, and he thinks about hank mccoy of the xmen and how he is more the beast than he is the man and teddy maybe thinks he could deal with that if he were at xaviers but instead he is here, in a new york high school, and he knows he’s just trapped in this culture of peer pressure and he feels so out of his own skin half the time-

then he joins the young avengers and has a reason to stay in hulkling form for extended periods of time and it feels right, and he gets with billy and he starts to stay as hulkling even when it’s not necessary because he never knows how to be around billy, how billy wants him to be

until billy one night poses the question on him out of the blue. what do you look like, really? hes noticed teddy will sometimes be more bulky when he’s tense or shorter when he’s embarrased or will have more earrings when hes dressed up nice for a date. teddy stutters and then mumbles quietly, i don’t know. they have a long deep talk that continues on the phone after teddy has to go home, and ends with teddy having wet eyes, and he cant quite say why, but he feels grateful-

and its like billy has broken the spell on teddy (ironically). being free of greg too really puts things into perspective for him- he doesn’t have to be what other people want him to be, just himself, and billy reminds himself of that regularly after that night. he lets go of his frustration of not knowing his ‘true’ form- hes a shapeshifter, and in true optimistic teddy fashion, figures he should count his blessings and just be whatever the hell he wants. he experiments with hairstyles and piercings and bulk and billy compliments him on it all, and eventually he settles on a him that he likes, and he’s happy.

and then the whole family reunion, kree-skrull jamboree revolation happens, and teddys mum is dead, and teddy no longer has the identity mutant, or even human, and the confusion is back. hes an alien, and a royal, exiled alien at that, and his green form feels both more real and more odd than ever, and his human form isn’t even human it’s kree- he doesnt know what to think.

so he goes back to being hulking more than ever, but this time it’s not a shield, it’s teddy reshaping his own identity as the half skrull, half kree prince of space that he slowly comes to accept, culminating in his eventual acceptance of his spacely duties in new avengers

this is solidified when teddy carries their child and she comes out like them both- a little magic and a lot green, and he proudly wears his green skin outside with his daughter, and he finally feels a connection to his true self- teddy altman, husband to billy kaplan and father to a beautiful daughter, and really, loved for who and what he is.

so when his daughter asks why she has two fathers and no mother like all the other kids, he tells her, the same reason that our skin is green, darling, we’re not like other people, but like ourselves, and that’s exactly what we ought to be.

If the Fates Allow (Part 1)

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first oneshot in a family series I’ve been meaning to start for a really, really, really long time with my oc, Evan, and Harry. They’re not in chronological order, but I’ll try my best to organize them well. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or lifelong ambitions, please feel free to ask! I also would like to thank @trulymadlysydney , @bribe-the-door , and @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy for beta reading this before it went up. They’ve been amazing. 

Also: Please do NOT post this anywhere else. 

So without further adue, I present to you my second oneshot ever.


It all started out so innocent. One innocent question with no intent to harm how things were between them. Everything had been good. Well, more than good. It’d been wonderful for both of them. They loved each other. One innocent question had completely destroyed their safe haven and Evan wished she could take it back.

“What do you want in the future? Like, do you want the big house with the lush garden and little ones running around in it? Do you want to get married? All that jazz.” She’d thought nothing of it at the time, and neither did he, really. Sure, the question kind of blindsided him, but neither of them would have even guessed to have been blindsided by the worms opening this can brought. 

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The Trash Man’s Mystery Height (Aka: The Height Ref) ((AKA Aka: Too Much Time On My Hands))

TAGS BECAUSE I’M PROUD AND WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS: @wrathwritesthings @themissimmortal @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags

SO, this question has always bugged me? Is Ardyn tall or short? Or a nice inbetween? Now in actuality it’s never been a doubt in my mind that Ardyn is at least six feet, but that still begs the question, how many inches do I need to shave off or add? Welp, let’s take a look, shall we?

(HERE GOES MY ATTEMPT AT BEING DEDUCTIVE.)

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so it’s pretty daunting, going from being a student in the lower school to being a sixth former, and dropping down from having around 10-14 subjects down to 3-5, as well as the introduction of new peers or moving schools. Ive done it so im gonna spread some of what ive learnt from this past year to you younger folks

genereal

  • homies get ur folders big and durable, especially for things like maths (my friend used up a whole thick binder for maths by Christmas, so keep that in mind)
  • don’t feel u have to spend loads on supplies, u’ll probably break them/lose them
  • but don’t feel you cant have ur nice studyspo stationary u do u boo
  • get urself a big ass refill pad. That is your life now. Don’t lose it.
  • I would recommend getting an a4 expandable file (i have one from flying tiger) for putting any loose sheets/things that need hole-punching/things that need filing. I got one at the beginning of the year and it has saved my life and watered my crops ever since
  • always bring ur textbooks to lessons
  • if you don’t use poly pockets (I don’t) then keep at least one at the back of every folder to put in stuff that doesn’t fit or whatever
  • if you want to take rough notes and rewrite them, then do it, but u might get left behind in copying up, so be aware of that
  • do ur homework in ur frees
  • no messin around
  • i mean it
  • keep up any sports/hobbies. These will keep you sane during times of stress, trust me (my weekly dance lessons keep me sane, I don’t think id be as chill as I am without them)
  • don’t feel pressured into getting a job/learning to drive if you don’t want/need to.
  • same goes for drinkin and parties. Yall are underaged obviously but that doesn’t mean that ppl aren’t gonna do it, so don’t feel u have to if you don’t want to
  • for the first few weeks/months (say until Christmas) be really on top of your homework, always hand it in on time. Then if you need an extension on something, teach will be more chill with giving you an extension than if you are always late giving in homework
  • ton’t overwork ourselves, give yourself some free time
  • try and make at least one friend for each subject (if you don’t already have any) so if you miss a lesson u have someone to catch up from
  • if you want to, try out for prefect/house official roles. Its good practise for job interviews, and if you don’t try, u’ll never know
  • also if it doesn’t work out don’t  get too down (or bitter)
  • help the younger years and don’t be mean to them. Yes they are small and very scared of u so be nice.

questions:

@amazingmeghanisnotonfire

How is the work load different ?? And how does it feel from going from 7 subjects (?) To only a few ?

generally, you are expected to do more work independently, like doing reading/extra reading around the subject and revising throughout the year, as well as essays more frequently than for gcse. however, for my subjects, the amount of work has felt a lot less, as I have free periods within the week, where I got the majority of my work done

I went from doing 13 subjects down to 5, and it honestly felt so liberating, especially now that im doing subjects that I actually care about, and even though all of my lessons are longer now, they don’t seem to drag on nearly as much as the single shorter lessons I had last year, for things like maths or biology, and I don’t feel like the work is as dull bc I enjoy the subjects.

@iluvstaplers

This is kinda a complicated question but i’d love if you answered it, so for igcse bio for example, each chapter (2-3 pages) would take maybe a class or two to go over it, how many classes or hours does each chapter take during a levels?

honestly, it depends on what classes you do. for me, for English, we’ve spent roughly a term on each section, like modernist poetry one term and then Dracula and Dorian analysis the next term, but for economics, it can take between one lesson to two weeks of lessons to cover a topic, depending on how long the chapter is and how quickly  your class picks it up.

@estudier

how do you cope with such heavy content?

Im not sure entirely what u mean by heavy content, but for things that are maybe more dry in subject (like history) honestly do some extra reading to help you understand things better, it doesn’t even have to be books, it can be youtube videos, podcasts, songs, just something separate from ur textbook and class notes to help get a fresh perspective/someone else explaining it to you can really help (crash course is good, even if u aren’t a fan of john green)

anon

i’m starting a levels in september at a different school that no one i know is going to, what would your advice be for making friends and getting the most out of my time there? your blog is gold btw xx

umm, get yourself out there, be nice, smile at people and make eye contact, try and sit with people when you begin class, try not to isolate yourself from people. I personally didn’t move schools, but the people that joined our were all super rad great fun and have integrated into friendship groups which is pretty rad,  and ive made some pretty great friends with the new people, so don’t be afraid to put yourself out there. Also there will definitely be new people there as well, so try not to stress too much! (also find something to talk about, like our whole form bonded during futures week over bake off and Brexit (it happened in the introduction week)) also I find that generally ppl are more chill and grown up in sixth form? and the people there want to be there but yeah (yikes I rambled a lot!)

if u have any other specific questions, feel free to ask me!

love, helena 🐝

I will make it quick.

Alright, trying not to cry while writing this post. I just hate the fact that this will be my last time, of sorts, that I will click that ‘Post’ button down there. Anyhow-

As some of you already know this is my last year in high school and that also means my finals are just around the corner. In order to study as much as I need to to be able to get into university I need to make sacrifices. And one of them is tumblr. I wish I wouldnt have to make this post but I need to.

I need to inform you that starting from tomorrow and until the 1st of July I will need to go on a hiatus. And before anyone is fast to click that unfollow button I am here telling you that this blog is NOT dead. We have just come to a season finale, that is all. The next season starts on July second. It is only a hiatus!

This is not something I want, under no circumstances. If it was up to me I’d be writing and posting evryday all year round but this is about my future. And I can’t be an asshole, neither to myself nor to my parents and teachers. They have all tried very hard, me included, to be able to come here and have hope that I can actually get to be something in my life.

I am not talking big here, never was. I’d like to believe I am a down to Earth person (minus the times I daydream about Supernatural) and as that I have decided to take this difficut decision. I could stay, yes, and go on hiatus for only a monthh or two before my exams but I can’t. I need to take this seriously. Other kids have been making this kind of sacrifices ever since the beginning of September and if I wan to achieve my goals I need to do this now.

I won’t be able to post however I will be able to reply occasionally to your mail (not inbox, the other thing though) and I would really love to keep contact with you. Again, the blog is not being closed. I am not quitting because I think that I have a lot more in me as far as energy, passion, love and stories are concerned.

That being said, I hope you all can understand my reasons to this break. It would honestly mean a lot for me to know that you suppot me through this because, honestly, it is about my future guys. It is important for me, more than anything else, and I can’t afford to lose this chance.

So, I guess that’s what I had to say. Here I have links to my masterlist(s) for every story minus those 20 I just uploaded! If you are looking for them just scroll down in my blog and you can find them!

I used to have the entire Masterlist here. Links for every story and imagine I wrote but tumblr obviously let me have only a certain amount of links. So I’ve split it up:

Stories Masterlist 1#
Stories Masterlist 2#

My imagines are a little bit shorter stories, not just gifs, and there are a couple mini-series too! (All links are working trust me!)

Imagines Masterlist #1

Imagines Masterlist #2

So, with tears in my eyes I tell you this angels:

Originally posted by long-live-the-king-of-the-damned

THE HIGHLY REQUESTED- DATING NCT DONGHYUCK!!!

• “you’re dumb”
• “thanks, i know im handsome”
• “what-”
• all the members cannot stand you but then again when they’re stressed they just call you guys over and it just fixes up their moods
• mark hates both of you
• no exception
• y'all are annoying
• YOU TWO TEASE MARK SO MUCH LIKE AW POOR BABY
• “aYOMURK.”
• “SHUT YOUR MOUTH”
• taeyong cannot stop sighing around the two of you
• you know why.
• i know you know why.
• “your crush is coming!”
• “be natural- BOOMING SYSTEM UH UH”
• donghyuck thinks memes are dumb
• until he finds one that he thinks is funny.
• then it’s the golden meme and he’s sending it to you every 5 minutes.
• “i love you”
• “thanks, i love me too”
• Really. REALLY. RANDOM BREAK OUTS OF SINGING.
• you guys play really stupid games with really intense punishments.
• like, rock paper scissors where the loser GETS THEIR ASS BEAT.
• no one likes you guys but then again everybody likes you guys and it’s honestly like, same.
• OK but why do you guys seem like the type of couple who’d do the-
• “finish the heart”
• //sends a pic of middle finger
• HE FEEDS YOU SOMETIMES
• WHEN HE FEELS GENEROUS.
• THAT’S..PRETTY OFTEN? I MEAN
• IT’S DONGHYUCK.
• it really catches him off guard when you call him haechan
• who is haechan.
• you guys literally, SING YOUR LUNGS OUT, TO FIRETRUCK. LIKE. FROM THE “GET IT LIFTED” TO THE “SOBANGCHA” part like it gets so intense
• SOMETIMES YOU GUYS ARE THE OTHER MEMBERS’ ALARMS AND WAKE EVERYONE UP AND 2AM AND SOMETIMES YOU GUYS HAVE AN “ALARMS CAN’T TOUCH ME” ATTITUDE AND THOSE ARE THE DAYS YOU GUYS STAY IN TILL 5 PM.
• you guys are both literally the smallest little babies OK LIKE DO NOT EVEN DENY. Y'ALL AREN’T EVEN LEGAL YET.
• not innocent tho
• what is innocence? :“)
• YOU WOULD FANGIRL
• DONGHYUCK WOULD BE LIKE “WHAT. EVEN.”
• AND WATCH WITH YOU. AND SOME DAYS HE’S LIKE “I’M BETTER DON’T EVEN” AND SOMETIMES HE’S “SHIT. I GOT YOU. HE COOL.”
• little tiny pecks on the cheek and the lips when no one’s looking bc no one needs tO KnOW.
• you ask donghyuck to sing you to sleep.
• he always replies the same way
• “oh my god shut up and go to sleep im growing and i don’t NEED YOU KEEPING ME UP BYE.”
• but rare days where he just feels a lil, just a tiny bit, clingy, he sings to you.
• but no he doesn’t sing romantic songs or lullabies
• he sings “booming system uh uh, ty track”
• cue taeyong yelling at both of you because you guys are laughing so hard and he’s just, doNE.
• you take his sweaters and hoodies
• he doesn’t even care
• you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know that it’s his.
• BUT HE KNOWS
• HE DOESN’T WANNA ADMIT IT BUT HE THINKS YOU LOOK SUPER CUTE IN IT
• donghyuck doesn’t act like it bc HE’S SUCH A SLY LIL DJDJ#&/*
• BUT THE TINIEST THINGS FLUSTER HIM.
• WHEN YOU TRY TO SPEAK IN HIS HOME DIALECT, HE JUST CAN’T HELP BUT SMILE
• AND WHEN YOU LACE YOUR FINGER WITH HIS WHEN YOU’RE BOTH ON THE COUCH, NOT EXACTLY CUDDLING BC WHAT IS CUDDLING, BUT JUST, LAYING ON EACH OTHER, OVERLAPPING ON EACH OTHER WHILE WATCHING TV, HE JUST FEELS SO RELAXED AND HE KINDA BLUSHES BUT YOU NEVER NOTICE AND UGH.
• jeno always tells you how much donghyuck likes you but you just shrug it off and you’re like “idk, i like him a lot, though.”
• AND HE’S JUST LIKE ARGH BC HE LOVES YOU LOTS AND YOU MAY THINK THAT DONGHYUCKS SUPER EXPRESSIVE AND HE’S LOUD BUT THAT’S NOT TRUE, HE’S A COMEDY GOD, BUT HE’S NOT VERY GOOD AT, SERIOUSLY, EXPRESSING HIMSELF TO SOMEONE THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO HIM, BESIDES HIS MOM.
• SO HE BECOMES A LITTLE MORE. SERIOUS.
• HAVE YOU SEEN SERIOUS HYUCK.
• “hey, donghyuck!!! CHECK THIS OUT PEOPLE MADE MEMES OF YOU-”
• “mhm. you look really pretty today” AND OH BOY DID IT TAKE HIM A WHILE TO THINK OF THAT AND ACTUALLY VOCALIZE IT THROUGH HIS THROAT OUT TROUGH HIS LIPS.
• BUT YOU START SMILING AND START GETTING CLINGY AND YOU’RE LIKE “REALLY?REALLY? YOU THINK SO?”
• he really likes you honestly.
• you guys don’t talk about life till 5 am
• you guys talk about mermaids and whether or not they may or may not exist. till 3 am. bc you guys are growing. don’t you dare skip out on sleep, bad kids.
• you guys watch conspiracy theories ALL THE TIME.
• pretty sure harambe was a social experiment made by aliens living in a different dimension where the earth was taken over and created into a monarchy by the aliens to see how humans in a parallel universe would react to such an event.
• yeah. you guys are weird.
• BUT A GOOD WEIRD. EVERYONE LOVES YOU GUYS IT’S COOL.
• OK STORY TIME FOR DONGHYUCK.
• ok so a really long time ago when you guys were both like, grade schoolers.
• DONGHYUCK was a FUN LOVING KID WHO WAS THE CAPTAIN OF THE RECESS TAG GAME. AND YOU JUST WATCHED THE STUPID BOYS WHO COULDN’T EVEN BLOW THEIR OWN NOSES, TRY TO PLAY TAG. EVERY 4 SECONDS EVERYONE WOULD FORGET WHO WAS “IT”
• well one day. donghyuck was sitting out on the bench because he sprained his ankle and no one sat down with him and he was just kicking sand with his feet.
• you walked over to him and smiled “hi.”
• “what do U want?” boy was he in a bad mood that he couldn’t play tag with everyone else.
• “i want to play with you!”
• “don’t you see that i can’t play?”
• “i can sit down and talk to you!”
• and that you did.
• donghyuck, the sarcastic, logistical, baby boy who loved running and laughing, was sitting down and talking to you and enjoyed it.
• “when i grow up, i want to sing on a big stage!”
• you smiled and nodded “im sure you can do it.”
• AND THAT, MY FREND, IS WHEN DONGHYUCK STARTED LIKING YOU.
• YOU GUYS WERE ALWAYS CLOSE FRIENDS AND NO JOKE, EVERYONE COULD TELL THAT DONGHYUCK HAD AN ITTY BITTY THING FOR YOU.
• esp jaemin
• jaemin did not even care about donghyuck. he flat out told you that donghyuck liked you but you didn’t believe him.
• and yuta
• yuta has no filter when it comes to hyuck.
• donghyuck denied it
• but EVERYONE K N E W.
• AFTER A WHILE EVEN YOU KNEW.
• BUT BOI KEPT DENYING IT.
• until one day you two were sitting down enjoying your ice cream on a bench near the lake when were like “donghyuck, damn it-”
• and just, went for it and kissed him
• a gently one
• bc you guys are THE CUTEST AND WAS REALLY AWKWARD ABOUT IT.
• and donghyuck dropped his ice cream and then you pulled back and started blushing and let out a small “JSFJFJGJG WHY DID I JUST DO THAT UM-”
• but donghyuck then gave you a small peck on your lips to “calm u down” but it didn’t work it kinda made you freak out even more
• BUT THEN THE LOSER MADE YOU PAY HIM BACK FOR THE ICE CREAM THAT HE DROPPED
• like. not in kisses, not in hugs, in actual money.
• he took back the $2.34 he spent on that ice cream cone.
• classic donghyuck for ya
• you guys do a lot of walking together
• you guys walk to school together
• walk to restaurants
• walk to stores
• walk to nearby lakes and parks
• waLks.
• he tries to teach you how to dance and sing
• tries
• LOTS OF PUNS
• THAT FAIL
• PUNS. SO MANY.
• THEY MAKE YOU BUST OUT LAUGHING BC THEY’RE ALL SO STUPID AND VISE VERSA BUT ALL THE OTHER MEMBERS JUST “●-●” AND “ㅎㅅㅎ”
• what is reading the book before the movie
• what is not collecting every piece of merchandise of your boyfriend
• what is a proper meal and not fast food
• WHAT IS SPENDING OUR OWN MONEY INSTEAD OF ASKING THE OLDER MEMBERS FOR MONEY
• WHAT IS NOT USING AEGYO AND BLACKMAIL FOR EVERYTHING
• what even is donghyuck.

OK HERE’S DONGHYUK!!! I’LL PROBS MAKE A PART TWO FOR HIM BC I FEEL LIKE HIS IS SHORTER THAN THE OTHERS AND IT BOTHERS ME. AND THIS, UNFORTUNATELY, IS NOT THAT GOOD TBH IMO, SO ILL PROBS DO ANOTHET ONE, BUT A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE REQUESTED AND I’M SO SORRY IM LATE IN POSTING THIS HAHA I HAD SO MUCH SCHOOL WORK AND IDK HOW I’M EVEN ALIVE NOW. BUT THANK YOU GUYS FOR REQUESTING AND KEEPING INTACT WITH MY WRITING. and riP. 707 FOLLOWERS GUYS. IDK IF ANY OF YOU PLAY MYMS, BUT, 707, FOLLOWERS, GUYS. THANKSSSSS.
rewind | seth rollins

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

A/N: It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?! I haven’t posted any writing since June, and I’m so sorry for that. I was cranking out around two-three things a week, which is my own fault because I burned myself out. Hopefully now I can get back into the swing of things and make up for all that time with this!

Word Count: 5,950 

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Long Live - Chapter 9

This chapter got so long, i’m so sorry! Also, don’t judge me, i wanted a festive chapter, even though it’s September. Thank you to @ilovemyspoopydad, @gaysonofjafar and @mylasagnaisraw for beta-ing this chapter, you’re my saviors. Also, thank you for all the lovely comments you leave on the chapters, reading them makes my day! 

Pairing: Prinxiety

Words: 3245

Tag List: @eternal-sanders @eternalsavvyskies @generalofthefangirlarmy @ireblogstuff-andineedalife @isnt-that-wizard @de-is-me @fander-berb @deadprinxietywalking @datonerougecookeh  @aaliyahadams1738 @hetaliagurl5 @ilovemyspoopydad @ai-logical @thegreatdot @protecterofalltheaus @fandomsandanythingelse @cutie5780 @bleebtheweeb @justanotherpurplebutterfly @wizxrdscorbus @imnotcrazy-i-swaer @thekwhale @worthless-dude @averaillisa @soulydyingalone @alright-cupid @gaysonofjafar @breckein-blog@kuwata-kun @waste-disposal-unit @swiggtyswag19 @lostgirlgwen @squashymoon-wink  @fandomsandnonsense7 @cutecatwhiskers @sandersandthesides @cleopolitian @mewsicalmiss @musicphanpie-b @wrendoesstuff @breannanyckole @alyrie @novagalaxy4real @prompty-writer @jordisama @broadwaytheanimatedseries @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @lizziepopanime @satisfied-sanders-sides @piko-blaster @save-the-spiral @dusk-lunari @heartsthetics @la-fandom-freak @irrelevantbutfabulous @cochroachkappa-blog @thestoryoferissur@abstractedthinking @kasylikescookies @awesomelissawho @demonickittykat @not-lonely-but-alone @moonibinbon @everlalvenia @casmyth @r4v3npuff @hanramz-the-fander @pointless-blog-name​ @mazalittlesadist​  @queer-ax@wentzdays @kitsuneprideleader @just-a-living-mistake @abbyaj22 @thebaagelboy @the-baddest-bitch-in-slytherin @pete–the–emu @walrus-fail @imteamdanosaur @just-fic-me-up @softbludemon @notquitewitches @somedobbyoncetoldme @kasylikescookies @awkwardeko6 @choco-latte-timtams

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The playlist for Long Live can be found here!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12

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Raised by Bats- Part Three

Yay, Part Three!

Word Count- 1016

Summary- You, a four year old child, have just lost your father in a car accident only seven months after losing your mother. With no more living relatives, you have to be put in foster care, moving from family to family, house to house. Except when the richest man in Gotham City wants to adopt…again!

This is the story of how you grew up in what may be the most dysfunctional family there is, and how they came to love you, and you came to love them.

Warnings- mentions of death, angst

A/N- Yay, Damian and Tim are in this one! To be honest I don’t have that much practice writing for them so sorry if they seem a bit out of character. Also I’m really sorry for taking forever to update this. I know not a lot of people follow me, and for those of you who do and actually read these, thank you so much! I really appreciate it and I love you forever.

Now that school is over and done with I’ll have a lot more time to focus on my writing rather than finals and homework. Yay! I’m going to be posting some rules about taking requests later so stay tuned, for I will be taking requests soon.

Another note, if you would like to be tagged in “Raised by Bats”, or any of my Batfamily stories, send in the ask and I’ll add you to the list. That is all, have an awesome day!


The house was bigger than any building you had ever step foot in. The grand double doors, the lush gardens, the golden lights. You felt as if you were walking into a palace. A palace that was now your new home.

A wave of nervousness washed over you. What if Mister Wayne and Mister Pennyworth decided they didn’t like you and sent you away? What if you accidentally broke one of the nice looking vases or pictures in the house and they got angry with you? What if you could never feel home here? 

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crave you

summary: highschool au//popular boy jefferson is pining over studious alex super hard and alex doesn’t notice him (yet) (mention of past jeffmads)

words: 1,140

warnings: none! super fluffy

this is totally incomplete but we can change that ;-)


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Some Off-The-Cuff Writing Editing Tips bc I’m Writing and Editing Today

I’m editing my essay and splurge-writing my novel today: after doing the editing it’s become harder to free write without editing, as is my policy for this novel draft, because I’m hyper-aware of all the flaws haha

so, some tips, to get them out of my head:

If you have to read a sentence twice, that sentence needs clarifying or simplifying. All your sentences should make sense without interrupting the flow of reading. Maybe you need to switch some clauses around, break it into shorter sentences, or simplify the language. This can be really tricky, I know; sometimes it feels like, ‘this is the only way to say it!’ If that’s the case, leave it and come back to it later; it might make more sense then. 

Leave your writing for at least one day before you edit it. You can edit immediately after finishing writing something, but if you do, you should go through it again another day. If your writing is so fresh in your mind that you remember every word you wrote, your brain might be filling it what it remembers writing rather than letting you read what’s actually on the page, and you’ll end up skimming and missing some typos. You’ll read it too quickly, thinking I know what I wrote. I usually get my dad to read for typos, because he’s the slowest reader I know; slow reading = better typo-finding.

If you have used a colon and/or a semicolon more than once in a sentence that is not a list, it needs to be two sentences. The same could be said of dashes but - as exemplified here - a pair of dashes forming a sidenote is fine. Also, don’t try to use semicolons if you don’t know how; god knows I wish I could turn back time and erase them from my vocabulary because I do know how to use them and boy do I use them, waayyy too much. modern writing doesn’t really need them. 

As my professor once wrote on an essay I handed in, any sentence that goes on for six lines is too long. Yes, I actually Did That. 

Think about terms of address. This is big issue in my novel atm; the pov switches from chapter to chapter, and the characters are getting to know each other slowly so the terms of address will change not only from chapter to chapter, but also as the story goes on. You may call that character by their name in your head, but maybe your narrator would call them by a nickname, or by their surname/title. This is, believe it or not, actually somewhat applicable to essay-writing too: the amount of times I’ve almost referenced a familiar academic or character/figure by their first name…

Unless you’re writing sarcastically/ironically, in first person/inner monologue, or for children/childishly, exclamation marks in the narration usually read badly. I’m sure it can be done, but it’s usually best to avoid it. Unless you’re using the exclamation mark to indicate a tone of voice, consider if it’s deflating rather than adding to the tension of your sentence. It’s a voice-focused piece of punctuation and should really be reserved for speech or inner monologue. 

Adverbs are not evil (despite popular opinion), but double adverbs are usually a bad idea. The same goes for double adjectives. If they describe two different things or two different aspects of a thing - eg, pink and white stripes, walking slowly and carefully, or silent and deadly assassin - you can get away with it, but only sparingly. If you have two adverbs/adjectives that say basically the same thing - she was quiet and shy, this is correct and true, she writes plainly and clearly - scrap one, or find a new word that better encompasses the subtleties of both. If you’re using a lot of adverbs, maybe question whether the verbs need to be talking louder instead. But remember, no entire word group is inherently bad, c’mon writing tips people why do you want to destroy adverbs??

‘Purple Prose’ is not evil either, but consider where your metaphors/similes/description may have gotten too extensive and broken the flow of your writing. Too much of any one thing clumped together can ‘clog up’ your writing, so consider if maybe certain chunks of description - or monologue or speech - could be making this section monotonous, and maybe break it up with something else or shorten it. Variety is helpful for keeping people interested. 

Have you jumped? By this I mean, have you stopped talking about one thing and gone straight on to something totally different? Jumps can be okay, as long as they’re clearly signposted, and as long as the end of the last section and the beginning of the new one are well-closed and well introduced respectively. Any big gaps need to be at least slightly bridged. Alternatively, you could not jump at all and fill the gap in. 

Are you overusing or repeating one word or phrase? I once read a biography of JK Rowling that used the phrase ‘deliriously happy’ for every single good moment in her life. I hated that phrase by the end. Try not to use the same word or phrase to describe everything. It can be hard to spot this in your own writing so beta readers are helpful here. WARNING: this does not go for ‘said’! You are allowed to use ‘said’ and other simple words as much as you like! people will, however, pick up if you use a more specific word too frequently. A comment on my last graded piece was ‘stop saying understanding’ - I’d used it three times in two sentences… 

I’m sure there’s lots more, but that’s all that comes to mind right now. Please remember that these are TIPS and note RULES - there are no ‘rules’ to writing, you do you, this is just what helps me and some common things my teachers have advised me against

please add your own tips to this post and let’s make it into an editing masterpost!

A Hairy Situation

Originally posted by edsgazebos

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: The reader loves her hair more than anything, so when something happens to it, Richie is there to comfort her.

Requested: Yes! could you do a Richie imagine where the reader has like really long and curly hair and she loves it a lot and the bowers gang gets her alone one day and henry cuts it and she goes to richie crying after? thank youuu!!

Warnings: Cursing and Bullying

Authors Note: So first of all I am SO SORRY about not having posted the past two days! School sucks and I’ve been trying to stay on top of it all. Anyways, with that being said, I hope you enjoy!


It was autumn time in the town of Derry and you couldn’t be happier. The air was crisp and almost constantly smelled of a looming rain. The sounds of leaves rustling and crunching underneath shoes filled your ears. You loved autumn and the way the wind blew through your long curly hair. you were walking home with Richie after another long and boring day of school. You smile as he rambled on about what he was going to do when he got home.

“What are you going to do?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Richie turned to face you as he walked backwards in front of you, “I bet you’re gonna go home and brush your hair 100 hundred times exactly, and do some stupid hair treatment or whatever. ‘oh, look I’m (Y/N) and I have such long and perfect hair, oh wow!’’ he joked.

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Coke and Stars

Anon asked: /crying slightly/ e-expensive headphones soulmate au

Hey so i uh fucking love soulmate aus? So im gonna be a little bitch and plug in my own where the night sky is blank until you meet your soulmate


Michael pressed his cheek up against the cold wet window he was sitting on. Condensation rubbed onto him and now there was a smudge on the window between all the fog. He watched as water droplets built up and raced down to the edge, creating a little tiny puddle by Michael’s thigh. He sighed, which placed more condensation in place of another spot he’d rubbed water off. He hated the cold normally, which was why he was inside right now, his legs over the heater. But sometimes the cold against his face was the most grounding and calming thing, and so he couldn’t find the energy to move. Even as his face went numb. His phone buzzed, and with a sigh he looked down at the message lighting up the screen from his best friend Jeremy. He was leaving messages to him about how beautiful the sky was. Jeremy had met his soulmate today.

So maybe Michael was being a little emo right now.

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so i finally got around to starting the losers club hogwarts au i’ve been talking non-stop about!! i wanted to give a special shoutout to everyone in the losers club network because without all that in-depth planning we did that one night, this would not exist so thank you all! <3 (also avaliable on ao3)

Stanley raced ahead of his parents, pushing past the strangers that were milling around King’s Cross Station. He ignored his parent’s loud calls for him to slow down but he was too excited to care.

“Stanley! Slow down!” his mother, Andrea, shouted as she picked up her pace to keep up with her son. Her husband, Donald, followed behind her, quickly pushing the trolley holding his son’s belongings.

Stan finally came to a stop when he reached the wall that displayed platforms nine and ten. It was September first. He was finally going to Hogwarts. He waited for his parents to catch up with him, tapping his foot with slight impatience. His mother and father grinned at him as they approached.

“Are you excited, Stanley?” his father asked him.

Stan nodded vigorously. “I hope I get sorted into either of your houses!”

His father had been in Ravenclaw and his mother in Gryffindor.

His mother chuckled. “That’s sweet, Stanley, but know it’s okay if you don’t. Everyone is a different person,” she said warmly.

Donald nodded. “Well, except for Slytherin. Nothing but trouble in that house,” he told him. “Nothing but trouble, indeed.”

Andrea glared at her husband. “There’s nothing wrong with being in Slytherin! There are a lot of respectable witches and wizards that came from that house. Times have changed, Donald,” she sighed. “Stanley, no matter what house you’re sorted into, you’ll do great things. Now let’s get going. We don’t want you to miss the train!”

-

Bill held on tightly to his little brother’s hand as they followed their mother through the crowd of people at the station. Their father, a muggle, wasn’t able to take time off of work to see them off so they said all of their goodbyes the night before. Bill was excited, of course he was, but he was also nervous. It was his first time away from home, and away from Georgie.

He slipped his free hand into the pocket of his jacket to check to see if his hamster was still sleeping. He was aware it wasn’t one of the pets allowed at Hogwarts but Georgie had been so sad when he heard he was going to leave him at home, even though he’d recently got him. His little brother requested for him to take the hamster with him to school, and Bill couldn’t refuse. He’d also named him Georgie.

“Come on, boys!” Sharon called over her shoulder, pushing Bill’s trolley closer and closer to the platform.

“C-coming, m-mom!” Bill shouted back, picking up his pace to catch up.

-

“Edward!” Sonia cried, chasing after her son. “Are you sure you won’t reconsider?”

Eddie stared at his mother in disbelief. “No way! I’m a wizard, mom! How cool is that!?”

“Shh!” she snapped and he quickly stopped talking.

He immediately stopped talking. Mrs. Kaspbrak sighed and looked at Eddie. She could tell how excited he was and even though she didn’t want him to leave, she knew she couldn’t make him stay. She prayed that he’d be safe, that he wouldn’t meet the same fate as his father. With a heavy sigh and a pained look on her face, Sonia urged her son forward.

“Do not forget to take your medication!” She double checked that his pill bottles and inhaler were safely tucked away in his black fanny pack. “And be sure to write me every week!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, earning him a stern look from his mother. “Okay, okay! Can we please get going? I’m so excited to meet everyone! Maybe I’ll even make some friends!”

-

Richie rolled his eyes as his father lectured him on their way to the platform. His mother watched them tentatively, ready to defend her husband if her son acted out.

“Now, son,” Wentworth began and Richie was tempted to groan. “Listen carefully. Be on your best behavior at school.

Richie pushed his trolley ahead of them. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” he lied. “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Don’t tarnish the Tozier reputation,” Went added. “We were respectable Gryffindors.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He knew his parents meant well, but they didn’t get him. He didn’t feel like a Gryffindor.

“What if I get sorted into a different house?” he ventured.

Maggie sighed. “It can’t be helped.”

Richie took that as a “we-won’t-say-anything-but-we’ll-dislike-it” sigh. He continued to push his trolley forward.

“Whatever.”

-

Beverly pushed her belongings through King’s Cross Station in silence. Her father walked beside her, his presence looming. She wanted to come to the station alone but he father wouldn’t have it.

“Bevvy,” he began, making her shoulders tense.

“Yes, daddy?”

Alvin looked at his daughter with a smile, but his eyes were cold. “You promise to write?”

She nodded weakly. “Yes.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Good girl. And remember, don’t go associating with any boys. You’re still my little girl.”

Beverly swallowed and pushed her cart a little bit faster. “Yes, daddy,” she replied softly, scared her voice would crack is she said it any louder.

It was getting close to eleven o’clock and she wanted nothing more than to get away from her father. She approached the wall advertising platforms nine and ten and stepped through.

-

Ben’s mother pushed his trolley through the crowd of people swarming King’s Cross Station. He ran after her, struggling to keep up.

“Hurry up, Ben!” Arlene shouted. “We don’t want to be late!”

Ben picked up the pace, knowing that the entrance to platform 9 ¾ closed at eleven o’clock on the dot.

His mother had been very open about his father being a wizard. He was killed in one of the early Wizarding Wars but Arlene made sure he knew that he was a hero. She also tried her best to explain that he was also a wizard but being non-magical, it wasn’t easy. Arlene was relieved when the Hogwarts letter came.

Ben caught up with his mother and grinned with excitement.

“You have to promise to write me, Benny.”

“Of course, mom!”

Arlene laughed and smiled at her son and he ran off toward the platform.

-

Mike was nervous. He was a wizard! His parents were shocked to find the letter but were excited to see what was in store for their son.

He knew his mother had no idea what she was doing but they went through it all together. The day before, they’d been to Diagon Alley to purchase his supplies for school.

Upon receiving his ticket for the Hogwarts Express, he was told that the train leaves at exactly eleven o’clock. When he’d first read the ticket, he noticed that he was to go to platform 9 ¾. From asking around, he found that he needed to head to the wall the housed platforms nine and ten.

He and his mother had gotten to the platform at around ten-thirty but were unaware on how to actually get to the train.

“We should wait until another wizard or witch comes by,” Jessica said. “That way we’ll know how to get you to the train.”

Mike nodded. They hadn’t been waiting long when a boy, around Mike’s age, with wild curly hair approached the platform, followed by who appeared to be his parents. He watched in shock and terror as the boy ran straight for the wall. His jaw dropped when he went right through.

His mother was equally surprised. “Our turn,” she said as the boy’s parents disappeared after him.

Mike took a deep breath and readied himself before running straight toward the wall.

-

Stanley was relieved to find an empty compartment on the train. He opened and closed the sliding door quickly, admiring the small room. He knew that he wouldn’t have a lot of time to himself before other kids began to fill the compartment, looking for a place to sit.

Stan sat down on the edge of the bench next to the window and pulled out a book that his mother had gotten him before he left. It was a book by a muggle author, Edgar Allen Poe, and Stan loved it so much that he’d named his newly acquired owl after him.

The owl in question screeched softly and nestled into the crook of his neck, settling down to sleep. Stan smiled at his pet and stroked his beak gently.

He’d only gotten a few pages read before the compartment door opened.

“Hiya, Stanley!”

He didn’t even need to look up to know the voice belonged to his friend Richie Tozier. He felt the cushion sink beside him, signaling that Richie was sitting next to him.

“Whatchya reading?” he asked, leaning over to peek at the book.

“My mom got it for me. It’s The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allan Poe. He’s a muggle author. And Richie, you’re disturbing my owl,” Stan replied, noting how Edgar bristled as Richie got closer.

“I’m jealous. My parents wouldn’t let me get a pet this year,” he sighed.

Stanley nodded absently and decided to stop reading in favor of talking to his friend. They exchanged stories about their summers and complained about parental expectations.

“S-s-sorry to b-bother you t-t-two, b-but is it o-o-okay if we j-join you?”

The pair looked up at the stuttering kid and his friend. He appeared to be slightly shorter than Stan and his brown hair and cut and styled nicely to frame his face. His friend was a lot shorter with slightly lighter brown hair that looked like it had been previously styled but was now all over the place. He had a weird black item strapped around his waist.

“What the fuck is that?” Richie blurted out.

The shorter boy looked down at his waist. “Excuse me?”

Richie rolled his eyes. “That…that thing around your waist. What the hell is it?”

The boy looked at Richie in disbelief. “You’ve never seen a fanny pack before?” he asked, looking at the dark haired boy like he was the crazy one.

“No, what the fuck-”

“You can sit here,” Stan interrupted, feeling like it was rude to keep them standing while Richie interrogated the shorter of the two.

The taller boy smiled at him. “Th-th-thanks. M-m-my name’s Bill. Th-this is E-Eddie. W-we just met.”

The pair sat across from Stanley and Richie.

“I’m Richie, and this is Stanley. We’ve known each other since we were babies.”

“N-nice t-t-to meet y-you,” Bill stammered.

Richie looked at him. “Why do you talk like that?”

Stan elbowed him in the side, earning a yelp and a glare from the trashmouth. “Richie, don’t be rude,” he hissed.

“I-It’s okay. I-I have a-a st-st-stutter. I’ve had it f-for as long as I c-can remember,” Bill answered with a shrug. “I-I’m trying to g-get over i-it.”

Richie nodded and turned his attention back to Eddie. “So why do you wear that thing?”

Eddie looked up at the boy. “It holds my medication. And my inhaler.”

“Your what?”

Eddie sighed. “Inhaler. It’s a thing that people with asthma use. It helps with breathing.”

The trashmouth was about to respond when the compartment door opened again. Three new faces were standing in the doorway.

“Sorry to bother you,” the chubby one said, “but everywhere else is full. Mind if we sit?”

“G-go ahead,” Bill answered, staring at the only girl in the group.

“Hi, Bev,” Richie grinned at her.

Beverly gave him a small smirk in return and moved to sit next to him. The other two boys took a seat next to Bill and Eddie.

“I’m Ben.”

“I’m Mike.”

“And I’m Beverly.”

“I-I’m Bill.”

“Eddie.”

“Richie.”

“Stan.”

“So how many of you guys have absolutely no idea what’s going on?” Mike asked.

Eddie raised his hand, followed by Ben.

“Glad I’m not the only one,” the dark-skinned boy sighed in relief.

“My mom almost didn’t let me come,” Eddie admitted. “Thought it would be too dangerous and bad for my health. I convinced her, thank god.”

“Wow,” Stan said. “I can’t imagine not getting to come to Hogwarts.”

“D-d-did both y-your parents go to H-Hogwarts?” Bill asked.

Stanley nodded. “Yeah. Richie and I are pure-bloods. Beverly, too.”

“I-I’m a half-blood. M-my dad is a m-muggle.”

“My mom is a muggle but my dad died in one of the Wizarding Wars. She tried her best to teach me about magic but it was hard for her. She was so relieved when she saw my Hogwarts letter,” Ben explained.

“My mom doesn’t like to talk about my dad but I think he was also like her. Non-magical or muggle or whatever you call it,” Eddie told the group.

“Neither of my parents are wizards,” Mike said. “I’m muggle born.”

Richie grinned. “Stick with us and we’ll show you the ropes, Mikey.”

-

The first year students all gathered excitedly in the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony. The newly formed friend group of seven all huddled together.

“Where do you think you’ll end up, Stanley?” Richie asked, slinging his arm around his friend.

“Hopefully Ravenclaw. Maybe Gryffindor. Anything but Slytherin,” he replied honestly.

“What’s wrong with Slytherin?” Richie asked with a roll of his eyes.

“You know what I mean, Richie.”

The trashmouth shrugged. “I don’t really care where I end up.”

“What a surprise.”

“Attention students!”

A hush fell over the first years as Professor McGonagall approached the students with a scroll and an old hat.

“When I call your name, please take a seat. I will then place the Sorting Hat on your head where it will decide your house. First up we have William Denbrough!”

Bill swallowed and stepped forward, taking a seat on the stool. McGonagall placed the hat on his head.

“Gryffindor!” it shouted.

The stuttering boy broke out into a huge smile as his house and his new friends cheered for him.

“Michael Hanlon!”

Mike exhaled and went to take a seat.

“Ravenclaw!”

The sorting ceremony continued with McGonagall reading off named and the Sorting Hat placing them in their respective house. Ben was sorted into Ravenclaw, Eddie into Hufflepuff, and Beverly into Slytherin

“Richard Tozier!”

Richie grimaced at his full name and moved to take a seat on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and he waited.

“Hm…” the hat said. “Decisions, decisions.”

“Can you get on with it?” Richie snapped.

“Slytherin!”

The hat was removed from his head and he slipped off the stool. He was happier than he thought he’d be. Richie was glad that the hat understood that he wasn’t like his parents. He ran over to the Slytherin table to sit next to Beverly.

A few more names were called before McGonagall shouted, “Stanley Uris!”

Stan took a deep breath and sat on the stool. The hat was barely placed on his head before it called out, “Slytherin!”

He felt his stomach drop. Stan quickly stood up and made his way over to his house’s table, sitting down beside Richie. He felt numb. What would his parents think? His dad already expressed his dislike for the Slytherin house. His mother seemed to be okay with him being sorted anywhere but he still had a nagging feeling that he was letting them down.

Richie clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Looks like we’re stuck together for the next seven years!”

That snapped Stanley out of his train of thought. “Oh, god,” he said with a fake sense of misery.

The dark haired boy held his hand over his heart in mock offense. “You wound me, Stanley.” Richie regarded him for a second. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Stanley. Being a Slytherin will be just as good as a Ravenclaw. And I know for a fact that your parents will love you no matter what house you got put in.”

Stan knew he was right.

-

The new group of friends, lovingly dubbed the Losers Club by Richie after a heated exchange between him and Eddie, gathered in the entrance to the Great Hall after dinner.

“So where are we going to meet up to have our first official hangout of our Hogwarts experience?” Richie asked with a grin.

“I vote the lake,” Beverly suggested.

“S-s-seconded,” Bill agreed.

Richie eyed the rest of the group. “Are we agreed?”

The rest of the Losers nodded in agreement. Richie’s grin widened.

“Great! We’ll meet tomorrow after classes! Now, c’mon, Stan and Bev! To the Slytherin common room we go! Bye, guys!”

The Losers all exchanged farewells before leaving with their respective houses. Richie slung both arms around Stan and Beverly as they followed the rest of the Slytherin first years to their common room.

It was then that Stanley realized no matter what his parents thought about him at home, he had another family at school who loved him no matter what.

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