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anonymous asked:

whoa ok step back, daedalus built a cow suit for a woman who wanted to fuck a bull and that's why the minotaur WAS A THING? I DID NOT KNOW THIS

I honestly think that I’d be doing you a great disservice if I didn’t tell you about the time Daedalus enabled rampant bestiality, so allow me to clear this gap in your knowledge. 

Anyone who doesn’t want to read a poorly retold myth about a man who built a cow suit so realistic that it totally fooled a magic bull into laying down some absolutely quality homo-bovine dick and siring a minotaur should probably press J on their keyboard right now, but honestly if that synopsis doesn’t do it for you then you should probably just quit Greek mythology all together.

So, Minos is this guy who manages to achieve the dual feat of being both King of Crete and an incorrigible asshole. Also, the first achievement is a really tenuous one, because Minos has like a billion brothers and he’s basically Malcolm in the Middle and all his brothers are better looking than him and they have way better abs and it’s really awkward every year at Christmas because they’re all “could you pass the stuffing, Minos? Also you’re totally stuffed because I’m going to be king one day haha suck it, right on” and so Minos starts to get really worried that he’s going to lose the throne to one of his more lustrous-locked brothers and then he’ll be stuck with just the one achievement of being an incorrigible asshole and so he has a little brood and he comes up with a plan. 

One day, he goes up to Poseidon, god of the sea and all things wet (or at least that’s what he tells girls at the Olympus nightclubs) and he’s like “hey, Poseidon, could you do me a solid?” and Poseidon is like “no bro but I can do you a liquid” and they have a little manly giggle and then Minos says “no but really, I need a favour” and Poseidon is like “well, you just gave me a golden opportunity to mock the states of matter, I’m 100% up for doing any favour you want” and Minos says “well, you know how I have loads of brothers” and Poseidon is like “you mean the better looking ones?” and Minos pouts and says “looks aren’t everything, but yes, those ones” and Poseidon is like “go on” and Minos says “well, I need them to stop trying to steal the throne because it’s getting really annoying and also I can’t sleep at night any more and it’s driving my hot wife insane, could you maybe show that you totally support me being King of Crete? That way, they’ll definitely stop being dicks at Christmas” and Poseidon just nods and says “I have a great idea for how I can do this”

and Minos is like “wow, are you going to send down an army of merpeople and slaughter all my brothers in a righteous and watery battle?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “are you going to conjure up a giant tidal wave and make it destroy all my brothers’ homes but leave my palace totally intact?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “well, are you going to turn all my brothers into mermen?” and Poseidon is like “look, I’m going to send you a bull”

and Minos just blinks and says “a bull” and Poseidon nods and grins and says “yes, a bull” and Minos says “THAT’S bull” and Poseidon points behind him and says “no, THAT’S a bull” and then he brings out this fucking phenomenal bull. Like, this bull puts all other bulls to shame. It’s glowing white and it’s as big as two ordinary bulls and probably twice as virile. It’s basically overcompensation in taurine form. Anyway, this bull is so bitchin’ that immediately, all of Minos’ brothers are like “wow, nope, you can keep that throne, we don’t want Poseidon to sic his sick bull on us” and basically Minos lives happily ever after with his incredible bull.

Until eventually Poseidon shows up at Minos’ palace and says “hey, Minos, you know that really awesome bull I lent you a while back?” and Minos is like “what bull” and Poseidon is like “the magical snow white bull which gleamed in the Cretan sun like limestone and Apollo’s cheekbones” and Minos is like “oh, THAT bull” and Poseidon is like “yes, that bull, now where is it because I’m having a bull party next week and I really want it back” and Minos says “well, here’s the thing, and it’s kind of a funny story really and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it later, maybe we could even laugh about it now, ha, but anyway all jokes aside I’m keeping the bull” and Poseidon is all “like fuck you’re keeping that bull, it’s my best bull, this is bullshit” and Minos is like “that’s one of the hazards of keeping a bull, maybe you’re not cut out for it” and Poseidon says “you haven’t heard the end of this, Minos, you have made a very powerful and watery enemy” and he leaves and Minos goes and, like, pets the bull or something, I don’t know what you do with bulls.

So, Poseidon goes back to his soggy lair and formulates a plan, and he eventually comes up with something straight out of Quentin Tarantino’s brie-induced nightmares. He goes to find Aphrodite, the goddess of love and afternoon delight, and says “hey Aphrodite, first of all you look delectable and secondly I need you to help me make a woman bang a bull” and Aphrodite is like “I honestly hate this job sometimes, but you’re right, I do look delectable, tell me more” and Poseidon is like “I had this really sweet bull and I lent it to Minos so he would think I liked him and now he won’t give it back and so I need you to make his wife fall in love with the bull, it’s a foolproof vengeance plan” and Aphrodite says “you are a god” and Poseidon says “yes” and Aphrodite says “why can’t you just, you know, take back the bull with your divine power?” and Poseidon is like “look, are you going to make this woman fall in love with the bull or not” and Aphrodite is like “fuck yes, that sounds hilarious, consider it done and I want front row seats” and Poseidon is like “you are my favourite niece and occasional lover, I owe you one”

Back to the palace at Crete, where Minos’ wife, Pasiphaë, is lounging about on a contemporary equivalent to a chaise-lounge when she suddenly gets this unmistakable urge to do the do with a bull - but not just any bull, her loins quiver only for the bull in her husband’s barnyard. Instead of doing what most people would do when they realise they have an insatiable urge to make tender love to a bull and immediately committing herself to months of therapy, she thinks “I know what I have to do” and she picks up the contemporary equivalent of a phone and calls Daedalus, inventor and architect extraordinaire.

She’s all “hey, Daedalus, we have patient confidentiality, right?” and Daedalus is like “I’m not your doctor, so no” and she’s like “well, I’m your Queen, so how about you say ‘yes’ instead and I tell you what I want?” and Daedalus is like “my lips are sealed, tell me what you need” and she’s all “well, there’s this really rad guy and I totally want to just lay him down and lick chocolate sauce off his body, but there’s a hitch in my plan” and Daedalus says “yeah, you’re married” and Pasiphaë says “yes, and also he’s a bull” and Daedalus is like “do you mean he’s well hung or” and Pasiphaë is like “look man you gotta help me on this, I need me some sweet bullocking and only you can help me” and Daedalus says “I’ll do what I can, but I hope you have a damn good shower at your palace because I may need to use it for about 6 weeks afterwards” and she’s like “done, now get over here and get me some”

So Daedalus turns up and helps her, and in the blink of an eye, he’s built her this monstrous wooden cow suit. Now, the myth is not exactly clear on the mechanics of this bovine sex toy, but it’s established that Pasiphaë gets into the cow suit and goes to find her bullock beau and they make sweet, sweet cattle love all day and all night. I do not know how she manoeuvres herself inside this wooden furry abomination and frankly I do not want to know, but whatever she does is 100% successful because 9 months later she gives birth to another furry abomination. The good news is that he’s a healthy, bouncing baby boy. The bad news is that he is half baby and half bull and also he has this really annoying habit that most newborns don’t have of eating people, which means that Minos is the definition of Not Impressed with his new stepson, so he does what any sane human would do in this situation, and he calls Daedalus. 

Daedalus says “I’m in the shower, what do you want?” and Minos is like “look, my wife has committed a slight indiscretion and I need you to take care of the result” and Daedalus is like “she fucked a bull and she’s had a grotesque hybrid baby, hasn’t she” and Minos narrows his eyes and says “how do you know?” and Daedalus says “just a stab in the dark, mate, I had no hand in this at all, literally none, just let me wash my hands a minute and I’ll be right back” and Minos is like “just build something to trap that devil spawn, because it’s started to eat my servants and I never even wanted a stepson anyway, it’s just one more claim to the throne isn’t it” and Daedalus is like “dude, give me a week and it’ll be done”

and so Daedalus constructs this impenetrable labyrinth that’s so impregnable that Daedalus nearly gets lost on the way out, and they lob the minotaur tot right into the middle of it, and that’s that.

Except then the minotaur starts demanding the sacrifice of seven young men every year, who are tossed into the labyrinth and forced to play a fatal game of cat and mouse with a grotesque superpowered man-bull creature that will ultimately devour them, flesh from bone, at the heart of a labyrinth that only he can navigate, but that’s a story for another myth. Or The Maze, starring Dylan O’Brien, out in a multiplex near you.

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Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service

Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.

I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.

I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.

As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.

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Originally posted by bangtan7beyondthescene

➾10.8k 

➾ smut, angst, fluff

➾the final part of this series, please read the first three parts if you haven’t!

instant gratification 01 | 02 | 2.5


It’s like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.

“Jeongguk, no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like, I swear-“

He only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes every breath you take feel razor sharp.

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Voltron fic recs, the threequel

PART ONE - PART TWO

I’m sorry I’ve been so absent recently. Excuses, excuses etc. etc. but basically I’ve had a bazillion work socials, commissions up the wazoo and am severely lacking in sleep. These things combined do not make for good artings. 

ANYWAY. 

Have some more fic recs! Knock yourselves out. See if you can spot the thing I said I wasn’t interested in and would probably never read >__> Ahaha ha look how that turned out…

As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings <3

all we have to do - 19.5K; klance; Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

equations for a falling body - 25k; klance; Keith, Lance, an alien drug and an enclosed space, and what happens after.

To the Universe and Back with You - 10k (WIP); klance; When Keith took off after the Galra empire fell he left Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment. Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy. That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again…

it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - 16.5k; klance; Keith is determined to keep his head down while serving out his community service volunteering at the Rex Alfor Memorial Space Muesum, but one rather loud member of staff won’t leave him alone…

shining like the stars - 139k (WIP); shklance; In a bid to help strengthen team Volron and their lion bonds, Allura takes the paladins on a pilgrimage to face the trials in the paladin temples. Keith unexpectely presenting as an omega rather throws a rather large spanner in the works…

Stormchasing - 18k; klance; Lance never intended to spend his vacation chasing after Keith’s premonitions, but here he is. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

Purple Marks and Bleeding Hearts - 46.5k (WIP); klance;  Lance’s newest job is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is.

Feel the Bonds - 53.5k; klance; Being a paladin of Voltron is honestly the coolest thing that ever could’ve happened to Lance, but the people who should know probably never will. And despite their fighting, Keith is there for him when Lance is feeling particularly homesick. 

The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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2k of 12.19 coda. spoilers, obviously. sam just wants to help his brother. (ao3)

Sam sees the tape sitting in the ash tray of Cas’ truck. He’d recognize his brother’s handwriting anywhere. That’s one of Dean’s tapes.

He picks it up and reads the label before making a noise, “Huh. I wonder how this got here.”

Dean looks over at Sam for a second before his face settles into a glare and he snaps back to the road, “We got bigger things to think about right now, Sam.” 

Sam’s eyebrows jump a little, “Dean, you’re going 90 in a school zone.”

“Yeah and you should mind your damn business and start thinking about what we’re gonna do when we find Cas and Kelly,” Dean growls in return, his shoulders hunching up defensively. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi B ! I've followed you for a while and I've always loved your fic recs. This question might be stupid, but I was wondering how promoting fanfics worked, especially for a new author that doesn't have an audience yet ? Thank you very much for all the time you spend on the fandom, and good luck with everything ! x

hello ! this is not a stupid question at all !!

Here some advices for you :

HOW TO PROMOTE YOUR FIC

1/ Tag your fic properly on AO3. A lot of people are doing search on a specific tag and it would be a shame if they miss your fic because your forgot to tag it as “angst” or “bondage” or “friends to lovers”. Look here to see some advices about tagging on AO3 ;)

2/ Make a post for your fic on Tumblr (assuming you have a Tumblr)(if you don’t, create one just for your fics) including : 1/ a moodboard (or at least a pic) because people are Lazy AF and a lot of people are not reading long post without pics … if it’s appealing enough, people are going to read the summary   2/ a summary : talking about summary, make it short but not too short , add a quote of your fic if you want (but if you do, add a real summary too), 3/ the link to your fic of course.

3/ Ask fic reccers for help : ask them by chat or ask, if they’re willing to give your fic a try by reading it, or at least help you to promote it by rebloging your fic post. Most of the time they won’t promise you to read it quickly (because their “to read” list is so fucking long already), but they can reblog because it’s like a 3 seconds work :D

4/ Ask your friends on Tumblr to reblog your post too ! Even if you only have 20 followers, it’s worth it. You can also try to reach some big accounts, don’t be shy ! if you ask nicely, they probably agree to help you out ;) Same for others fic authors you like, they all know how it’s hard to get noticed so they happily will help you :)

That’s all I can think right now but you should read this amazing post by my friend Addy @tvshows-addict, she knows a lot about promoting fics (that’s actually how we became friends, because she asked me to promote her fics).

I hope it’s enough !! feel free to reach me anytime with questions (or your fic post link …)

Sometimes things are great! Sometimes… they’re really, really not. This is my personal plan for fixing everything when I don’t know what to do, and I thought other people might find it helpful. If you identify with this sentiment, but don’t think this is the right way for you to work on the problems you’re facing, that’s totally fine, and sometimes these aren’t things to work through by yourself.

This is what works for me, but really consider what your goals are and consider this as less of a how-to and more of possible framework to figure out where you want to go. A lot of this also refers to managing things within my apartment that aren’t super applicable if you aren’t the one responsible for your own groceries say. Use what’s useful and skip what’s not. You’ve got this.

Step One: Breathe, baby. This probably feels awful, whatever’s going on. Icky maybe. And that’s something that should change, but before the visible problems can shift, take a look at how you’re taking care of yourself right now. This step is the reset button - just a beginner’s step in areas that are central and maybe stressing you out. Stop the cycle of whatever was throwing you off.

I like to start with the executive function stuff. There might be a lot you feel like you have a lot to do - it’s been a while since things have been good about notes on all those readings, right? But unless there’s something absolutely 100% immediate and pressing, this first:

  • Drink some water. Wash your water bottle or a cup you like to drink from. Just one dish. The rest of them can wait just a little bit longer. Keep remembering to drink water. You’ll feel better.
  • How’s your room? Can you do some laundry? Get some things in the trash? Make your bed? Start with a single task that will get some things off the floor, but doesn’t feel scary. Leave the rest of it. You can fix it later.
  • When was the last time you ate something? Has it been a while? If there’s something at home, good. Eat that. If there isn’t, go pick something up from somewhere you feel safe. Worry about vegetables later. Eat anything right now.
  • Find somewhere you feel comfortable. Pick something acheivable. Do that thing. Whatever you’re ready for. Nothing scary. Nothing heavy. Spend some doing enough work that you feel like you’re being productive again; like you’ve finished something because you have! Then come back. Do you feel better?

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Thoughts on trailer

- shut up little Littlefinger SHUT UP, you got a voice over in the last trailer and I’m sick of your divisive voice.

- Sansa’s was so salty that she didn’t get to be in the stride teaser clip with Jon, Dany and Cersei she took up half the final trailer with her own stride lmao

- if the leaks are true I’m guessing the first clip of Jon is him preparing to catch a Wight, JS: “com on lads if we want help from the leaders in the south we better catch a wight and drag it all the way over there to prove it to them” some guy probably: “ur grace wouldn’t it be easier to-” JS: “LADS”

-Cersei looks round: “who’s at the door” Jaime: “its Jon Snow and his Wight” Cersei: “tell him i’m out”. ok i’ll drop this now

- Daenery’s stroke of her map reminded me of the way Cersei stroked that septa and kinda like the way Jon stroked the chairs in Winterfell, parallels idk, maybe you just start to weirdly stroke everything in a seductive way when you become King or Queen

-Arya looking powerful on a horse, Jaime walking dramatically while back turned to the camera and LF looking as creepy af as per. Standard mid way through trailer shit right there

-when the previous owner of your new house leaves his ugly décor all over 

-guessing Jon is talking to Daenerys here, but even though the Starks did bend the knee to the Targaryens for many years, they didn’t actually fight together on any occasion right?? the Starks have always been very reclusive and kept out of southern wars right?? am I missing something, am I not nerdy enough I rlly try, I should probably read world of ice a fire at some point, I’ll read it when if you write winds George

-Tyrion looks pained, probably thinking about his inevitable family reunion, everyone’s looking forward to the starks loving reunion which is fair but the Lannister’s reunion with their little hate triangle full of blame and resentment may be even better

- Brienne and Pod were absent from the entire first trailer and most of the promo pics (apart from the occasional back of Brienne’s head of course) but now they appear, it may only be for a second and a half but never has a second and a half been so well spent they waltz in like the embodiment of medieval Batman and Robin that they are, well done guys, hope you get some actual lines this season Pod.

- Sandor’s made it north then. yay.

- really hope that wasn’t Greyworm being deaded, if it is and he also has sex with Missandei this season it will solidify that if anyone gets together in got either one or both of them will die soon after: Robb and Talisa, Jon and Ygritte, Renly and Loras to name but a few.

-yh okay loads of fighting scenes

- Bran: “Hodor’s dead so I guess i’ll have to get an actual wheelchair now”

- who’s the old man with Bran he looks a bit like bloodraven but he’s dead so…

- wtf Beric didn’t even need a fire to light his sword, how??? is he the prince that is promised or something he’s not even alive in the books ffs

- Daenery’s ships have wings?? babe I know you’re a dragon queen and everything but don’t you think you’re taking the aesthetic a little to far

- so Jaime is charging in a field on his own with fire everywhere looking kinda of manic, it looks like he might be trying to fight a dragon “ JAiME dO NOt try to fight a DRAgON you will get yourself KILLeD, r u mad son” god I hate my favourite character.  

- Theon and Asha Yara look like they just witnessed the firework display of the decade

- the last 10 seconds are so much I don’ t even know what to say

- I actually yelled when Sansa quoted her daddy, at least someone reads the books. 

-where’s Gendry

bananannabeth  asked:

hey fee, what's going on?? i havent properly been on tumblr in like a week and a half or read tdp because uni is taking up all my time but i just saw your post and??? omg??? what??? im really sorry and i hope youre okay (i know that sounds shallow but like.. as okay as you can be when people are obviously being idiots)

usually i wouldn’t answer this publicly but like i am genuinely shocked by the vitriol being targeted at lesbians right now and like it’s the most thinly veiled attacks i’ve ever seen, people are barely even bothering to try and disguise what this is really about (read: “shut up you evil dykes we’re sick of listening to you complain about lesbian issues and we want to be left alone”). it’s gone like way beyond the realm of fandom discourse at this point.

an overview of what happened:

  • the dark prophecy was released a few weeks ago (so, spoilers for that, but it’s really not a big spoiler and i kept it quite vague and tbh y’all should probably read this anyway because like i said, it’s gone way beyond the realm of fandom discourse at this point).
  • it contains an older lesbian couple, who had to leave the hunters of artemis because they fell in love and wanted to be together. upon meeting them, one of the characters mentions that they thought it was only men the hunters of artemis swore off of, but the apollo corrects them and says it’s actually all romance.
  • (it’s worth mentioning that apollo says this bitterly. as in: he doesn’t approve or agree. and not for nothing, i might be projecting, but it sounds a lot less like “i’m a god with an overactive sex drive and my sister’s such a PRUDE” and a lot more like “i’m bisexual and i feel uncomfortable with this rule”)
  • this lesbian couple is upset about leaving the hunters. they wouldn’t have done so if they hadn’t had to, they say it was their family, but they had to leave because they loved each other more.
  • apollo mentions that they parted on good terms with artemis, because “she let you live” (good terms, those). the hunters visit them sometimes. artemis does not.
  • so, it is now canon that the hunters of artemis do not condone love between lesbian couples, and lesbian and bi girls who fall in love are no longer welcome in the hunt.
this doesn’t sit well with me, or several other lesbians and bi girls (or apollo, or the lesbian couple themselves, it seems like).
for several reasons:
  • grouping in heterosexual love in the exact same category as lesbian love is homophobic. it’s not a discussion of “equality” but rather an acknowledgement that lesbian love as it exists in the world today is socially taboo and forbidden, and thus banning lesbian love has the potential to do much, much more damage than banning heterosexual love.
  • implying that all romance, and in this case specifically lesbian romance, is against a code of honor, is homophobic. there’s just no way around this. actively being uncomfortable with lesbians in love for no other reason than the fact that they’re in love carries massively homophobic connotations with it. it just does. sneering at all romance doesn’t negate this problem. lesbians can be hurt in ways that straight girls cannot. sneering at their romance is homophobic, because as much as we all might hate it, the world is homophobic and banning lesbian romance absolutely does reinforce this system of homophobia. it does. (this is like, oppression basics, u guys. if u pretend oppression isn’t there, ur siding with the oppressor. “i don’t see differences in sexuality and hate all romance equally” = “i do not acknowledge that some of you need different precautions and protections because you are systematically oppressed in ways that others are not”). we are not all socially equal. we’re not starting on the same playing field. heterosexual love is not a social taboo, lesbian love is, case in point: it hurts lesbians much worse to ban their love than it does straight people. not to mention that it’s triggering for people who have been in spaces that actually did ban lesbianism (hi, me, it wasn’t a fun time, and i don’t appreciate the hunters having any resemblance to my hellish private school experience).
  • artemis is evidently quite hostile towards lesbians..for being lesbians. like, loving women is what makes you a lesbian, and if that bothers her so much that they can’t even be around her and be together…i mean, what can we conclude about her? shunning all love, in this case, specifically lesbian love, and apparently not even having it off the table that she might decide to kill them, is homophobic. it doesn’t work like “oh well she’s uncomfortable with all love in general.” you can’t hide bigotry by widening the radius of people you hate. you will never be able to disguise homophobia by also hating straight people. if anything, that’s even more homophobic, because it lumps us right in under a massive group of “people who fall in love” which…includes straight people, who systematically oppress us. not a fan of being compared to my oppressors. certainly not a fan of being banished alongside them.
  • it’s very important to note that plenty of lesbians feel this is a complete misrepresentation of artemis and the hunt, and are quite upset that someone they identified with apparently hates them. (and she does. artemis wants nothing to do with lesbians who are in love, refuses to allow them to be in love and also in her hunt, gave them an ultimatum between her and each other, would consider murdering them).
  • like, we’re not working off nothing, here. artemis has ABSOLUTELY historically been associated with lesbianism. i’m not pulling this out of my ass, okay. lesbian themes are present in tons of artemis’ myths, her “loving women” is mentioned in virtually everything ever written about her. granted, it’s never specified to be romantic or sexual, but keep in mind the time that these myths were being recorded and who was doing the recording (read: men who thought lesbianism wasn’t real). many hellenic wlw follow artemis today precisely for this reason. separating artemis from lesbianism is Not The Best Move rick’s ever had lmao.
  • the oath specifically says no men in titan’s curse. it absolutely does. if you assumed this also meant no romance at all, that’s on you and your heteronormative thinking, bud. but it reads “I, [name], pledge myself to the goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the hunt.”
  • pledging “eternal maidenhood” means “i’ll be a virgin” in children’s book speak. if you don’t believe me, notice how they refer to athena as a “maiden” goddess, but really mean “she can’t naturally conceive children [because she’s celibate].” they don’t mean “she’s single,” they mean “she doesn’t have sex.” maiden is a nicer term, but it means virgin: [adjective 1. (of a woman, especially an older one) unmarried. synonyms: unmarried, spinster, unwed, unwedded, single, husbandless, celibate.] we’re all familiar with the concept that you’re only allowed to have sex after you’re married to a man, right? well, that’s the assumptions this word was created under. don’t play dumb and try and say maidenhood means being eternally single; we all know what it really means and why the term exists. it doesn’t say wifeless, or even spouseless, it says husbandless. nobody was thinking about lesbians when they defined that word and rick wasn’t thinking about lesbians when he wrote the oath. thus: artemis is a virgin goddess who accepts virgins who pledge a vow of eternal virginity. that makes sense, because atemis is indeed a virgin goddess (literally the goddess of virginity) and some of her worst myths involve her kicking out hunters for “losing their virginity.” that’s got it’s own set of problems.
  • and yes, i am aware that artemis also explains the hunters “foreswear romantic love forever.” yeah, i got it. but she says this sentence in clarification to percy’s question—artemis says they’re immortal unless they break their oath. percy asks what oath. artemis says “to foreswear romantic love forever.” and as i just explained, the oath does not say that. she might’ve specified romantic love, but like, can we not play dumb here? it’s heteronormative. nuns also take a chastity pledge, but do we expect that this applies to gay nuns? no, we really don’t. like, don’t lie and say you were some enlightened ten year old being who read this line and thought “oh, thanks for clarifying artemis, i was wondering about lesbians.”
  • there’s like, an actual reason that artemis and her hunters swear off men: they’re dangerous. when she initially began her hunt, her mission was to rescue girls from being sold off to husbands they didn’t want to marry, or escaping abusive situations with their betrotheds and fathers (zoe nightshade, anyone?). i don’t see….when or why that turned into “all romance is distracting and inherently bad.” it’s not really very sensical. romance and sex were never the evils facing the hunt, it was the patriarchy.
  • in short: the hunt has become a hot fucking mess and lesbians (and bi girls but seeing as we’re specifically talking within the context of lesbian love it’s really implied that anyone who has the potential to experience that is part of the discussion) are upset. rick deserves a certain amount of blame for this.

now, see, the problem here that people can’t seem to get through their heads is that we’ve got a right to be upset about this. we are allowed to be upset about confronting homophobia in a character most of us liked and identified with.

  • and us complaining about that, explaining it, and pointing it out is…not “starting discourse”, however much you may think we’re crazy sjw dykes. i’m really not here in general for how any time someone is critical of a piece of media for valid reasons they’re immediately starting “wank” and “discourse.” it’s a misuse of the terms. discourse doesn’t mean “people have an opinion on why their marginalized group was represented badly” and wank doesn’t mean “we think this is homophobic” and you calling it that is a pathetic excuse to ignore what we’re saying. which is not to mention how incredibly transparent it is—discourse goes on in this fandom all the time. literally all the time. i’ve never seen anyone complain half as much about “fandom discourse” before as i have this past week.
  • and then there’s people derailing the conversation by making it about aroace erasure. first of all, it’s possible to like, talk about multiple things at the same time and there’s no reason why us discussing lesbians should have any bearing on aroace representation. second of all…. the hunters are like, not… technically even aroace? taking a vow of chastity and swearing off men is now equivalent to being aroace? does nobody see a problem with that? i’m stunned that people weren’t angry about that, to be honest, since it’s not exactly Controversial or New to say that asexuality does not equal celibacy and aromanticism does not equal an… eternal no romance pledge or whatever the fuck the oath even means anymore. like, cool, i understand you might be more inclined to take the oath if you didn’t experience sexual or romantic attraction, but that’s still a far cry from saying all of the hunters are aro and ace (and that’s. clearly not true. because some of them break their oaths. or join because they’ve been scorned by men they’ve fallen in love with).
  • which like, not to mention that they’re pretty hideous representation for you in general if they literally kill people who wind up falling in love? like, that’s your holy grail of representation? “you must have parted on good terms, she let you live” like okayyyy so you mean artemis’ typical course of action in dealing with girls who fall in love is to murder them? the fuck is wrong with yall 
  • people are actually offering this up as a benchmark for why artemis isn’t homophobic. she murders hunters who fall in love with men, but she let the lesbians live. like. this is the benchmark for lesbian allyship now, apparently. holy hell, people.
  • but sure, yeah, artemis, aroace patron goddess, who murders hunters that fall in love and refuses to offer protection to lesbians because they also fall in love, and calls love a “distraction” and thus pretends she’s the Enlightened One who isn’t sullied by romance. good one, guys. if that’s what you’re celebrating, and furthermore, if that’s the representation i’m “erasing” by talking about lesphobic issues, not only are you homophobic but like you’re just a plain old misogynist lmao. i don’t condone literally killing girls for falling in love and i certainly fucking thought it would go without saying that you people don’t condone that either, but apparently not! fucking hell.
  • which, anyway, even working under the assumption that it was good aroace representation, to accuse lesbians of erasure for being critical of how lesbianism is portrayed in a book? as if we were the ones who decided to include an ex-hunters lesbian couple? but we’re the ones who are guilty of the erasure for..what..talking about it? being angry? saying it’s homophobic? being upset that lesbians aren’t allowed in the hunt?
  • like, look, if artemis was presented in canon as someone who doesn’t experience attraction and started a convent for other girls who don’t, well that would be different, wouldn’t it? but she’s not presented that way. she’s apparently the patron to all women, so long as they don’t date men. zoe nightshade says she’ll accept anyone who takes the oath, no matter their species, and definitely regardless of their sexuality as well (because at the very least, zoe, the literal lieutenant, most definitely had other reasons for joining than being aroace, as did thalia, the current lieutenant, and emmie and jo are obviously not aroace yet still took the oath once, and annabeth even thought about taking the oath). it’s not, and never has been, about lack of romantic attraction. it’s about eternally swearing off all romance and banning love because love is bad.
  • i guess we all should’ve known this considering silena is all up in arms about the hunters telling her “love is worthless” in ttc, but damn call me stupid for daring to hope that as rick began to confront the rampant heteronormativity in his books we might have this patched up, too.
  • pro tip for like literally anything ever: if a marginalized group speaks up and says “hey that’s hurting us” you change your goddamn rules so it’s not anymore. like, for fucks sake, think about this in literally any other context but “lesbians are infiltrating artemis’ precious aroace safe space with their romance” and you’ll realize what condescending, homophobic fucks y’all are behaving like right now.
  • on another note: i have expressly explained this before, many times (there’s a link to one of them earlier in this post, and here’s another one), but it apparently bears repeating because nobody seems to understand: virginity is bullshit. it’s bullshit. it’s oppressive, invasive, creepy, misogynistic bullshit. will you stop pulling out this tired old argument that lesbians being allowed in the hunt somehow makes them invalidated? the idea that romance is distracting is stupid and ridiculous and condescending as fuck. the idea that your sexual history is anybody’s business but your own is disgusting. there’s no reason lesbians shouldn’t be able to be together in the hunters. there’s really not. there is a reason men are not allowed, and the reason is it’s a women’s space, to literally protect women from men.
  • this new information about the hunters cheapens the whole goddamn thing. like aside from being homophobic, it’s just plain sexist, now, too—we don’t swear off men because we’re making a statement about our lives in relation to the patriarchy, oh no!! we’re making a statement against romance. romance is bad. that’s the problem. who cares about protecting women from men? certainly not us, because we’ll kill you if you get abused by them! better keep your v card honey, or i’ll turn you into a bear!
  • and that brings me to the whole other subset of people trying to derail the conversation by making it about..rick hate? lol what? that rick is our ally and we should be grateful and he’s not perfect and he’s learning??? yeah, okay, i’m sure the answer to this is for all of us to just never talk about it at all? we’re not allowed to critique our own goddamn representation? how the fuck is he supposed to learn if you just try and smother everyone who tries to critique him by saying “HE’S A GOOD ALLY WHO IS STILL LEARNING!” like…cool? and i’m teaching him that i don’t approve of any of this, and i think it was a really underhanded way to represent us, not to mention still has gaping flaws in it?
  • like, yeah, whatever, i get it, artemis has her hideous flaws in greek myths as well. poseidon’s a rapist, hades’ is an abusive stalker, zeus is a megalomaniac serial rapist, but it’s not as though those were the characters rick chose to make look this bad, now was it? nope, it was artemis. he didn’t have to do that.
  • and even if he did, honestly, at the end of the day…who cares? it doesn’t matter who first created artemis this way. the fact of the matter is that in the series, she is, and that’s homophobic. it doesn’t negate the fact that we’re reeling from encountering homophobia from the hunters. it certainly doesn’t give anyone a license to tell us to shut up and get over it and stop talking and stop blaming rick. it’s homophobic. we’re allowed to talk about it, and be upset about it. let us fucking be.
  • of course the most hilarious thing is that this wouldn’t have even turned into “discourse” in the first place if y’all had just shut your fucking mouths and listened to us. instead, you started arguing, spreading around passive aggressive posts calling us too angry and telling us to chill out, sent us anon hate, blocked us, unfollowed us, and started complaining about all the other things i listed that are just fundamentally missing the point.
Why Polish orthography is important? #5

This time I would like to talk about diacritical marks (znaki diakrytyczne). In Polish we’ve got 9 letters containing diacritics - ą ć ę ł ń ó ś ź ż. Their sounds are different from sounds of the letters a/o c e l n o s z. Now let’s take a look at some examples:

  • łęk - lęk - lek (pommel/cantle - fear - medicine)
  • łaska - laska (grace - chick <woman>/cane)
  • kąt - kat (angle/corner - executioner)
  • piszę - pisze (I am writing; I write - He/She/It is writing; He/She/It writes)

Our most famous sentence which contains the biggest amount of diacritis is:

  • Zażółć gęślą jaźń (literally: Make yellow a goose’s self)

9 diacritics! Grammatically it’s okay but it has no meaning so I’m not able to properly translate it. 

Notes:

  • In the begining I mentioned that “ą” comes from “a/o”. It’s not a mistake, because in Polish we don’t have a nasal a”. Probably during Medieval Period it has changed its sound and right now we read “a” as a nasal “o”. In conclusion this sound should be written as “ǫ” but we decided not to change it - that’s why we’ve got “ą” instead of  “ǫ”.
  • ó” hasn’t got the same sound as “o”, but it has the same sound as “u”. Thought, in some places in Poland you can still hear “ó” as [o] - but only in subdialects.
  • We’ve got two diagraphs containing letters with diacritis - “” and “”.
  • On messenger, SMS etc. we usually don’t use diacritics - sometimes you need to be careful about writing like that and also understanding it. Here we’ve got the most popular example where we omit “ł”:
    - robić łaskę - to do a favour
    - robić laskę - to give a blowjob
  • In colloquial Polish we distinguish diacritis. We’ve got letters:
    - z ogonkiem (literally: with a little tail) - ą ę
    - z kreseczką (literally: with a little mark/line) - ć ł ń ó ś ź
    - z kropeczką (literally: with a little dot) - ż
  • There is a colloquial phrase być ąę - to be pretentious

It’s my last post about Polish orthography - I hope you enjoyed it! If anyone has some interesting facts about Polish orthography and wants me to take a look at it, message me - maybe the topic will be big enough for 6th part of Polish orthography’s posts.

Popcorn Date

Title: Popcorn Date

Paring: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,689

Warning: Cavity level fluff that turns smutty

A/N: I’ve been having this dream for months, thought I should share. The humming I talk about you can see in this video, just go to 17:05 and watch them talk about it, it’s pretty great. He does the humming thing again later on and Jensen can’t stop laughing. Anywho, enjoy dorky cute smutty Jensen!!


“Dude, just go ask her!” Jared nudged Jensen so hard he stumbled a little, falling into the side of Baby.

“Shut up! Come on man!” Jensen looked over his shoulder only to whip back around. “Shit, dude she’s coming over!” Jared started laughing before falling into a coughing fit as he tried to hold it together.

“Uh, hey guys. Jared you dying or something?”

Jared just shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. Jensen’s eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head, silently wondering what the hell had gotten into Jared.

“You guys sure you’re good?” you looked between the two boys.

Keep reading

First Date One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: major fluff and dorky peter feels. Potential IT spoiler? (but not really) A curse word here and there -nothing new.

Requested by @imaginesyes : Hi :) I just loved your “Just One Video” series and literally waiting for part 3. Also I have a request if you don’t mind :) Can you write a first date imagine with peter being ablushing and stuttering mess? I would really like that so thnx if you do it <33

A/N: First of all, thank you! Second of all, thank you!! Lol, this was such a cute idea I’m so proud of it; I hope you enjoy!

word count: 5k (is this long for a one shot? probably)


I was walking down the hall when I saw the poster. After Liz Allen left Midtown in the beginning of the school year, the Academic Decathlon team was looking for a new member to replace her spot. Given my excellent GPA and grades, not to mention my love for trivia and competition, I decided to try my luck and apply. This would’ve been a great way to meet new friends anyway, I hope. See, I had classmates I talked to, but no one I could really call a friend. That changed when I heard back from the Decathlon team; they’d accepted my application. For the next few months, it was safe to say that I had found a friend in Michelle, Ned, and Peter. 

Peter freaking Parker.

The thing about Peter Parker was that you couldn’t just be his friend. No. Once you get to know him, well, it’s hard to not fall in love with him. Or, as close to love as I understand. All I know is that I want him to be in my life for as long as possible: as a friend, or more than a friend. Preferably the second option, but that’s just me hopelessly praying.

“With you staring at him like that, I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on,” Michelle muttered. 

I snapped out of my daze, and smacked MJ’s arm, “I do not stare.” Michelle gave me a dead-panned look and I sighed. “I just wanted to see if he was getting fries today. They’re pretty good,” I said, focusing on my tray of food instead.

Peter and Ned were in the lunch line, and MJ and I were sat at our table waiting for them. I picked at my food while MJ sat reading one of her books.

Michelle chuckled, “Yeah. Okay. Why don’t you just ask him out? You know, break those gender roles.”

I scoffed, “I’m all for that, but, in case you haven’t noticed -I’m a chicken.”

“And in case you haven’t noticed, Parker is too. He clearly has a thing for you. Anyone with eyes could see that,” she said stealing a fry, “and anyone without eyes could see it too.”

I scoffed in disbelief, “Sure he does.” 

Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’ll see.”

I turned to look at her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you’ll see that I’m right -as usual,” she shrugged, continuing to read.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Sup losers,” MJ called, not looking up from her book.

Furrowing my brows in confusion, I looked around to see who she was talking to. And there in front of our table was Ned and Peter. Ned greeted me with a warm smile and Peter -Peter looked like he was about to present in front of the class.

“Why do you still call us losers?” Ned asked, taking a seat.

MJ shrugged and said, “Can’t change much in 3 months.”

I laughed, but then noticed that Peter was still standing up, just staring. “You okay, Pete?” I asked, looking up at him.

“H-Hi,” he said, finally sitting down. 

“Hi?” I said, laughing slightly at his awkwardness. It was cute, so I smiled nonetheless. 

“Oh god,” I heard MJ whisper to herself. She looked up when she realized she said that out loud. “This part in the book just got really awkward and pathetic, so,” she said, motioning to the book.

Peter gave her a look, but then turned to me. “To answer your question, I’m great, just um, thinking about the quiz next period,” he said, chewing on his food.

“Yeah, Peter’s been worried about this quiz all day; I’m telling him he shouldn’t worry and will be glad to just get it over with,” Ned added.

“Please,” MJ muttered. Looking up once again, she said “the book.”

“The quiz can’t be that bad,” I tried to reassure him.

“Oh, it’s not,” Ned said. “Peter just worries about everything going wrong, when I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he said, looking at Peter as he emphasized the last part.

“I mean, I hope it goes well. I’ve uh, I’ve been practicing,” his eyes widened, “I mean studying -I’ve been studying.”

Ned stifled a laugh, “Been studying for a while, haven’t you Peter?”

“Shut up Ned,” Peter mumbled, turning red. 

“I’m sure your studying will pay off,” I said, offering him a small smile.

Peter smiled back and I had to look away before I started blushing.

His face is just so cute

Ned cleared his throat, “You know what? I forgot something in my locker, I should go get it before lunch ends.”

We all looked at Ned, and I spoke up, “You just got here.”

“Did I? I didn’t even notice,” he said, trying to laugh it off.

“Lunch isn’t over for another 15 minutes, you don’t have to leave right now,” I said, confused. 

“15 minutes?” Michelle exclaimed. “Ah, well, better start walking now. There’s probably a huge crowd in the hall or something. I’ll go with you -I need to return this book to the library anyway, it’s not a good read.” MJ got up from the lunch table and started shoving Ned to walk. “C’mon,” she said. 

“What? Ned!” Peter cried, looking desperately at his friend. “MJ?”

Ned glimpsed back and gave Peter a thumbs up, “Good luck on the quiz!

“Lord knows you’ll need it,” MJ mumbled.

Peter looked at their forms retreat, and I shuffled in my seat. We’ve never really been alone before. Deciding to break the silence, I asked, “Um, how much is your quiz even worth?”

Peter looked at me, his brown eyes piercing my own. “Everything,” he softly whispered.

I scrunched up my face, “Everything? A quiz can’t be worth that much, I mean, it’s not like it’s a test.”

“I think it’s worth more than that,” he said, propping his chin up with his fist.

“More than a test?” I laughed in disbelief. “I doubt that.” I looked down at my food, and continued to eat. I was conscious enough to make sure I didn’t look like a complete pig while eating; I was very much aware that Peter was still looking at me.

“Um, Y/N?” Peter hesitantly asked.

“Mmhmm?” I asked, taking a sip of water.

“There’s no quiz next period,” he confessed.

“There isn’t?” I asked, setting down my bottle. “Then what has you so worried?”

“Uh, I wanted to ask you,” Peter paused, “something.” I gave him an expectant look so he continued, “I was hoping you and I could, um, go out? Together? Like, on a date or something.” Peter didn’t look at me directly, and I could see that he was blushing.

I was too.

“Oh,” I said, stunned.

Oh my god

“Bu-but you don’t have to! If you don’t want to!” Peter quickly added. “I-it’s cool, I understand. We could just forget that this-”

I cut him off, “No!” Realizing I said that a little too loud, I lowered my voice. “No -I mean, not ‘No’. I meant yes! I’d -I would love to go on a date. With you. Together,” I stumbled.

“You would?” Peter breathed.

“Of course,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear, trying to hide my smile.

“Cool,” he smiled.

I chuckled nervously, “Cool.”

“So, um, when are you free?” He asked, finally meeting my eyes.

“Always,” I said too quickly. “I mean, I’d have to check my schedule, but, I’m available any day. Most likely”

Smooth, Y/N, smooth

Peter smiled, “Th-that’s great! How about we go out…tomorrow?” He looked nervous all over again. “Or is that too soon?”

“No, it’s great! It’s not too soon at all,” I said, trying not to seem too eager. “Um, did you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could go old school and watch a movie -maybe eat afterwards,” he said, grinning. “Or eat before, if you want. Or not eat at all. Uh, you know what? We could do something else actually. This seemed like a good idea in my head, but it sounds kinda lame now that I’m saying this out loud and-”

“It’s not lame, it’s perfect,” I smiled. “I love going to the movies. And eating.”

Peter looked relieved, “Really? That’s great! Cause there’s this new movie that comes out tomorrow, and it looks sick.”

“What movie?”

IT,” he replied, with a gleam in his eyes.

“The one with the clown?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said, sounding excited.

“I’m down -since I’m not watching IT alone,” I chuckled at my joke.

Oh my god,” he replied, rolling his eyes. Nonetheless, he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Dinner and a movie is fun, right? It’s not too dumb?” He then asked, some doubt in his voice.

“Seriously Peter, I’m looking forward to IT,” I said, reaching across the table to put my hand over his.

“I can’t wait to hear more of your lame puns tomorrow night,” he grinned, looking at our hands with a faint smile. “I want our first date to be perfect,” he murmured.
My heart fluttered at his words and at how sweet he was being. I blushed when he turned his hand over to hold mine, softly running his thumb on the back of my hand. The bell decided it was a good time to ring, so Peter and I pulled back. He cleared his throat and we both got up to throw away our food.

“Um, so, what time should I, uh, pick you up?” He asked shyly.

“Oh, you don’t have to come get me, I live so far from you,” I protested.

“It’s, like, a rule of first dates that I can’t break, Y/N,” Peter countered. “I want to do this right, so let me be a gentleman.”

“Fine,” I said, fighting a smile. “Is there a show time around 7?”

“There’s one at 7:45, so, I can come get you at 7? Is that okay?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled.

“Cool,” he smiled back. “I guess I should start walking to class now,” he said, seeing how we had to go opposite ways.

“I guess you should,” I jokingly said, “you don’t want to miss your quiz.”

“What quiz?” Peter said, looking panicked for a moment. “Oh,” he said, realization dawning upon him, “right. The 'quiz’. Very funny, Y/N.”

I put on a huge smile for him to see and said, “It’s too funny to tease you.”

Peter let out a breathless chuckle and then quickly leaned in to kiss my cheek. If I hadn’t felt it, I would’ve thought that I imagined it. His movements were quick and short, but still sweet.

When he pulled back, he looked flustered and I mirrored his expression.
“W-was that okay?” He whispered, sounding nervous.

“Um, yeah -more than okay. With me,” I mumbled.

Peter offered a small smile and slowly started to walk away. “Okay, I’ll -I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After collecting myself, I called back, “Don’t be late Parker!”

“I won’t!” He said, turning to me as he walked, bumping into some students. “Sorry,” he mumbled, as he went.

I let out a chuckle and shook my head.

I can’t wait for tomorrow


“Is this one okay?” I asked, twirling in front of my webcam.

“Yeah,” MJ replied.

“You know I can see you, right? You’re not even looking at the screen!” I exasperated.

I was currently web-chatting MJ, and she was supposed to be helping me choose an outfit for my date with Peter today. Key words: supposed to.

I heard MJ sigh, but then look at me through the screen. “Everything looks great on you, Y/N. Peter’s seen you in hoodies and sneakers all the time -he’ll swoon at anything you wear.”

I smiled at Michelle’s compliment, and looked down at my choices again.

“Pick the grey sweatshirt with the black jeans and boots. Not the ones with heels though, you don’t wanna over do it. Oh, add a necklace and you’re all set.” She said.

“Hair up or down?” I asked, gathering the clothes she suggested.

“Down,” she confirmed.

“You’re a life saver,” I sighed.

“I know,” she shrugged, smirking a bit.

“I gotta get ready, I’ll tell you how it goes!” I said, sitting back down to sign off.

Please don’t,” she sighed.

“Oh c'mon, you know you wanna hear about it,” I said, teasingly.

“Do I really?” She asked rhetorically.

“I’ll save it for Monday,” I replied.

“What kind of mercy is that,” MJ muttered. 

“Bye Michelle,” I said smiling.

She put the peace sign up, then hung up. I have three hours until Peter shows up -just enough time for me to get ready.


At 6:55, I was rushing around my house to make sure I had everything. Truth be told, I was pretty sure I had everything that I needed -given that I was ready to leave 20 minutes ago.

“Please sit down, you’re giving me a headache,” my mom sighed from the couch.

“Mom, I just want to make-”

“'Make sure you have everything’ yes, I’ve heard it for the past half hour,” she finished for me, giving me a teasing smile.

I sheepishly looked at her. “I’m just nervous.”

My mom’s eyes softened. “It’s your first date, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, he’s your friend, right?”

“Yes, so, please don’t embarrass me when he gets here.” I sighed, taking a seat next to her.

“If I don’t embarrass my daughter, then who will?” She joked.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that all on my own,” I muttered.

My mom let out a laugh, “Sweetheart, just be glad that your father’s not home right now to greet him.”

“Oh I’m extremely glad, if Dad was here, he’d threaten Peter with-”
I was cut off by the door bell ringing. I gasped, “Oh my god, he’s here!” I sprang up from the couch. “Mom! He’s here!” I whisper-yelled.

My mom glanced to the clock, “I’m aware. He’s very punctual. I swear that it just turned 7.”

I sped walked to the door and had my hand hovering over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, I unlocked it, and pulled it open.

The butterflies in my stomach only grew when I saw Peter in front of me. He was about to knock instead, but put his hand down when he saw me.
“Oh,” he chuckled. Then he looked at me, blushing with a smile. “Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”

I could feel how red my face turned, so I looked down at Peter’s outfit instead, smiling shyly. He was wearing his grey hoodie with a blue button-up shirt underneath. His dark jeans and shoes made him look so hot -what the hell. Mustering a reply, I said, “You do too.”  My eyes widened when I realized what I said. “I meant handsome. You look handsome. Not beautiful. I mean, you’re beautiful too. You’re both.” I chuckled nervously.

“Th-thanks Y/N,” he said, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Are those for me?” I asked, pointing to the bouquet of flowers.

In turn, Peter seemed like he barely remembered what he was holding. “Oh! Yeah! Yes! Here,” he said, handing them to me.

I smiled even wider at his gesture, “This is so sweet, thank you Peter.” Practically melting on the spot, I caressed the bouquet and continued, “I’m surprised you made it right on time.”

“Well, I actually got here at 6:50 but I just, sorta, stood outside your door until it was 7,” he sheepishly admitted, blushing profusely.

“Peter,” I lightly laughed, “are you serious?”

“Y/N? Are you just going to flirt or are you going to let me meet him?” My mom called from the living room.

Now my face was red -for a whole other reason. “Mom!” I exclaimed, turning around to give her a look of complete horror.

She stood up and headed towards me, “Oh, he got you flowers! How sweet,” she cooed.

“Mom!” I exasperated, embarrassed. I stepped aside and opened the door wider when my mom came by my side.

Ignoring me, my mom greeted Peter. “And this young man must be Peter!”

Peter looked like he was going to shit his pants. Nervously offering his hand, he said, “Nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Peter Parker.”

My mom raised her brows at his manners, “Y/N didn’t tell me she was going on a date with a gentleman.” She gladly shook his hand, and Peter looked shy.

“I promised my aunt that I’d never disrespect a woman,” he admitted, pulling his hand back.

“Well I hope you plan to keep that promise tonight young man,” my mom smiled, with a serious look in her eyes.

Oh my god mom,” I cried, horrified at what she was suggesting.

“D-don’t worry mam, I fully intend to,” Peter replied, offering a small smile.

Before my mom could reply, I butt in. “Mom, we’ll be late for the movie. Can you put the flowers in a vase for me? Thanks!” I gave the flowers to my mom and starting heading out the door, lightly tugging on Peter’s arm.

“Be safe! Call me if anything happens! I want her home by midnight!” My mom called from the door as we walked down my drive-way.

I gave my mom a thumbs up and she stayed at the door until we got close enough to Peter’s car. “God, I am so sorry about that,” I muttered. 

Peter replied with a chuckle, “Don’t be -I don’t think that went too bad, right?”

“Sure,” I laughed.

Peter was about to open the door, but he paused to look at me.
“My aunt May is going to drive us to the theater, and I am so sorry in advance for whatever she says during the ride,” he rushed, whispering slightly.

“It’ll be fine, Peter,” I whispered back. “Can’t be any worse than my mom’s comments.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, opening the door for me. I thanked him and he got in after me. I was immediately greeted by a woman in the front seat.

“Y/N! It’s so good to finally meet you! I’m Peter’s aunt, May. He’s talked so much about you-”

Peter cut her off, clearing his throat, “Aunt May.” He gave a look, but Aunt May kept talking.

“He didn’t exaggerate when he said you were gorgeous!” At that moment, Peter nearly choked on his spit. “Oh right. Peter doesn’t want me to 'embarrass’ him -and I’m not! I’m just making conversation,” she replied, rolling her eyes.

I giggled, “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Parker.”

“Oh, ’Mrs. Parker.’ That’s so fancy, I like her,” Aunt May said to Peter.

I merely blushed and Peter decided to speak up, “I think we should start leaving. We don’t wanna get caught in traffic, you know.”

“Okay okay,” Aunt May sighed, starting the car. “Pretend I’m not here. I’m just an Uber driver.”

“May!” Peter cried.

“Lyft?” She suggested. I laughed at their banter and Peter replied by giving her another look. “Fine, I got it. I can take a hint,” she teased.

“I’m sorry about that,” Peter leaned in to whisper to me.

I got goosebumps at his close proximity, his voice so close to my ear, sending chills down my neck. “It’s okay Peter, I really like your aunt,” I whispered back.

He smiled back and looked down at his hands. He fumbled with his hands, and I looked out the window. Peter did too, and we sat in an uncomfortable silence. I decided to look at Peter and strike up a conversation. Though, I think he had the same idea in mind. We both started to say something but laughed when we spoke at the same time.

“You go first,” he suggested.

Normally I’d suggest Peter go first as well, but I knew that he would pull the I’m a gentleman card and refuse my offer. “I was just gunna say that I’m excited about the movie.”

“I am too, it actually looks scary. Have you seen the original?” He asked.

“No, but after this one, I want to watch it,” I replied.

“Me too! Maybe we can watch it together?” He shyly suggested.

I could hear Aunt May hold back a laugh from the front seat at Peter’s shy demeanor. He glared at her threw the rear-view mirror.

“I’d love that,” I grinned.

We continued the small talk for the rest of the ride, getting back to our friendly-selves.


Once we got the the theater, Peter insisted he go around to open my door for me again. When he was out of the car, I told Aunt May, “Your nephew is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

Aunt May practically gushed, “I know, oh, I’m so proud of him! You seem like such a nice girl, take care of him for me, okay?”

“I will,” I said as Peter opened the door.

He gave a mock bow, “The ball awaits.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled anyway. “Thanks Sir Peter.”

Getting out of the car, we made our way towards the entrance. Half way there, Aunt May rolled down the window and called out to Peter. We stopped walking and Peter said a quick “Wait here,” while he jogged back to the car. He leaned down to talk to his aunt. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I saw that Peter kept nodding. He waved goodbye and I did as well as Peter came back to me.

“Sorry about that,” he breathed.

“It’s cool, we still have enough time before the movie starts,” I shrugged.

“I’ll go buy us the tickets,” he said, opening the door for me when we got to the front.

“You won’t accept my money tonight, will you Sir Peter?” I teased.

“Nope,” he said grinning.

This theater didn’t check for ID, so Peter easily got tickets to an R-rated movie. We went inside and Peter bought popcorn and soda to share -much to my dismay, he payed for it all.

“Y/N, relax,” he chuckled at my expression.

“That was almost fifteen bucks,” I gaped. “Do they butter their popcorn with liquid gold or something?”

He let out a laugh. “I have enough money for tonight, don’t even worry about it,” he tried to reassure me as we made our way to find some seats. 

“At least let me buy one thing tonight. My conscious is killing me,” I pleaded.

Peter sighed, but knew me too well to deny me this. “One thing. But, it can’t be too expensive.”

I smiled in triumph and we took our seats. Since this theater is a bit smaller, not a lot of people came to this one. They were probably at the one downtown -which was fine by me. I didn’t like huge crowds.

Peter and I quietly talked until the trailers started. We geeked out over our mutual love for films and it was an over-all fun time. When the movie finally started, I scoot closer to Peter, knowing that I was going to get scared at some parts. I needed comfort, okay? In the beginning of the film, something shocking happened out of no where, so I audibly gasped and hid my face in Peter’s shoulder. He flinched, surprised at my sudden movement. Then, he lifted his arm and wrapped it around me.

“You good?” He whispered.

“He just died,” I gaped.

“I know,” he whispered back. “Look away, I’ll be your shield.”

I smiled to myself and kept watching.


Peter was possibly the best person to see a movie with. Whenever I couldn’t stand the suspense, he held me closer. He whispered some funny comments, and I did as well. Having him quietly laugh in my ear was like music to my ears. I couldn’t tell if I got chills from the movie, or from how close Peter was to me. Not to mention how good his cologne smelled. Though, the movie was already funny in itself. Peter and I were dying of laughter.

“Omg, Finn by far had the best character,” I said walking out of the theater.

“Richie definitely had the best lines,” Peter agreed. “Eddie was my favorite though.”

We talked more about the movie, walking down the street towards a pizzeria. Peter’s hand brushed against mine and I blushed when he held it. He looked down at me and smiled. Offering him one back, we went to go eat. This time, Peter let me buy the drinks -which was something at least. We sat down at a table and talked like we normally would -this time it was for two hours. I’ve never had such a long one-on-one conversation with him and I loved it; it felt so natural to be around Peter, so the conversation flowed easily. 

The only awkward part was when it was time to leave. His aunt was coming to pick us up, so Peter and I realized we had little time left for our date.

“Do you wanna wait outside?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

We started walking back towards the theater to wait outside of it. Peter grabbed my hand -more confidently this time -and I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Peter stopped walking midway to the theater.

“Hey,” he said, getting my attention. “We don’t, um, have much time left tonight. And before we’re around my aunt and your mom, I wanted to, uh, sort of ask you something. Without them watching,” he nervously chuckled.

“Um, yeah, okay,” I said, looking up at him.

“I don’t,” he softly laughed, “I don’t know how to casually bring this up. I suck at this.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never done this before,” I added.

“You’ve never been on a date?” He asked incredulously.

I slightly laughed, “No.”

Peter held both of my hands and interlocked them as he talked, fully facing me. “How is that -how is that possible? I mean, you- you’re perfect. You’re so pretty and funny and smart -how has no one asked you out on a date before?”

I smiled and blushed at his compliments. “I don’t know,” I said shyly, “boys just don’t like me like that.”

Peter scoffed, “That’s ridiculous. Any guy would be dumb to not like you.”

“Stop,” I said, laughing lightly. I looked away to hide the pink tint in my cheeks.

All these compliments are making my head spin.

“What?” He grinned back. He took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. “How do you not realize this?” He softly whispered, looking me in my eyes.
I held my breath and looked back at him. He moved his hand and cupped the back of my neck instead, his other hand lightly touching my waist.

“I-is this okay?” He asked.

I simply nodded, too nervous to say anything.

“Have you ever been kissed?” He murmured, looking at my lips. He moved his hand from my waist to the small of my back.

“Does preschool count?” I whispered, stepping impossibly closer.

He smiled and nodded his head no.

“Then no,” I replied, putting my hands on his shoulders.

“Me too.” He whispered. “Can I kiss you?” he asked finally.

I nodded my head yes and fluttered my eyes closed when our lips met. I wasn’t too sure what I was doing, but I matched Peter’s movements. His lips were really soft and felt so natural against my own. He pressed me further against him and I held back a moan. We kept kissing until we had to take a breath. He slowly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” He asked breathlessly.

“I could say the same for you,” I gasped lightly. 

I couldn’t hold back my smile when Peter said, “We should definitely do this again.”

“Kiss? Or go on a date?” I asked.

“Both,” he replied. He gave me a short peck and then said, “it’ll be easier if you were my girlfriend though.”

I pulled back to look at his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the end of his curls. “Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes?” He said, unsure. “I mean, originally, I had this whole thing planned out but-”

I cut him off with a short kiss. “Yes,” I said eagerly.

Peter looked flustered, and said, “Really?”

“Do I really need to repeat myself Peter?” I teased.

“Maybe just the kiss part. I didn’t quite get that,” he said cheekily.

I rolled my eyes playfully when Peter’s phone dinged. He pulled away from me and checked it. “Shit, Aunt May’s outside the theater waiting for us.” Peter quickly stole a kiss. “One for the road.”

I merely blushed and tucked my hair behind my ear.

I can get used to this

He held my hand again and we walked back to May’s car. On the car ride back, we talked about the movie to May, getting excited as we retold the best scenes. He held my hand the whole car ride, even if it got sweaty after a while.

Once we got to my house, and Peter did his gentleman routine, I said goodbye to his aunt. Peter walked me to my door, and before I opened it, I decided to take advantage of the fact that my parents weren’t aware I was home yet.

I whispered softly, “This was one of the best nights of my life.”

Peter looked so happy, yet shocked, “Re-really? One of the best?”

I giggled quietly at his excitement. “Yes, definitely one of the best.”

Peter smiled and said, “I’ll text you later okay?”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head.

The porch light above us turned on, so I quickly gave Peter a hug. “Bye, Peter!”

He hugged back and kissed my cheek when he pulled away, quickly whispering back, “Bye Y/N.”

He walked away and made it to the car before my door opened to show my dad standing there.

“Damn, did I miss him?” My dad asked, looking around.

“Yup, sorry Dad. Maybe you’ll meet him some other time,” I shrugged, walking inside.

“You can tell us all about the movie tomorrow. Go to sleep,” My dad said, ruffling my hair.

I swatted at his hand and laughed, “Yeah okay.”

I went to my room and got ready for bed. When I checked my phone, I saw that Peter had texted me.

Goodnight beautiful ❤️xx

I bit my lip and smiled.

Goodnight Sir Peter ❤️


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Spirit Companionship FAQ Part 1

So this has been a long time coming. Questions are really in no particular order, but are common questions I get about spirit companionship! I will probably be referring back to this post a lot! Just as a heads up, when I say spirit in this post it is referring to both spirits and entities. I am also splitting this up into two sections because of length.

Please see more of your questions answered on Spirit Companionship FAQ Part 2.

What is spirit companionship?

Spirit companionship, or spirit keeping as it is also known as, is the practice of having spirits around as friends, companions, life partners, guides, teachers, students or whatever reason the spirit has decided to become a companion. But whatever the case is, the spirit has decided to become a companion, willingly. But for us, the humans, it is a way of life, as often these spirits are part of our family forever and require our time and commitment just as any other friend or family member does. You build relationships with them, go through ups and downs, and experience life together. Its a huge commitment. But worth it, as long as you have the time to dedicate to the spirits.

Do all spirits want to be spirit companions?

No. In fact, most spirits want nothing to do with humans, and even if they do want to work with us, its often not on a companionship level.

Is spirit companionship like having a spirit guide?

Being a spirit companion is different than having a spirit guide, but a spirit companion or entity can act as a guide. Sometimes our spirit guides turn into companions, but I have found they tend to stick in the background a little more.

Who can be a spirit companion

Anyone, really. Anyone can be a spirit companion, no matter your race, what religion you identify with, what sex you identify yourself with, or what part of the world you live in. It is not a closed practice.

How do I get a spirit companion?

The easiest, and often safest way to obtain a spirit companion is through a reputable conjurer. They will be able to connect you with a spirit that is an energy match to yourself, as well as one that wants to work with you as well, sharing common interests with you. You can check out my list of conjurer’s here as well as my list of my personally recommended conjurers.

Why do I need to use a conjurer? Why cant I just summon spirits myself?

Unless you have experience working with spirits, I would strongly advise against it. Think of conjurers as a safety net. By the time the spirit arrives to you, they have already gained the trust of the conjurer, and potentially others -depending on who you go through. They have also agreed to a contract in the binding where they agree to certain things (for example to not hurt the companion) with the conjurer, before that conjurer will bind their energy to the object. If you are attempting to do this yourself, you don’t have that, and could potentially summon up something quite dangerous without knowing. If you aren’t familiar with working with spirits, it can be even worse, because you have no way to judge their character and/or what type of spirit they are, and this could lead to you being taken advantage of. Until you have a few years of experience under your belt, I advise against trying to conjure yourself. Even then, keep in mind conjuring is a HUGE responsibility, and can be potentially dangerous.

How do I know its a calling?

Everyone feelings callings differently, but its basically a pull to work with a spirit, and the spirit with you. The important thing to distinguish here is that it is actually a calling. If you cant get that spirit off your mind, or you keep going back to the stop to make sure the spirit is “ok” or still there, or that spirit is waiting for you in the shop, then it is probably a calling. Thats just a few examples. With most conjurers, you can often contact them and have them ask the spirit as well too, to confirm the calling.

What is bonding? Why is it important, and how do I bond with my spirit(s)?

I am actually going to refer to another post on this question because it explains it much better then I can in this short FAQ! Click Here.

How do I greet a companion? Do I need to do a big ritual?

No! Some conjurers will provide a short incantation or way to welcome the spirit into your home, and if the conjurer provides this then you should do it. But if they don’t, you don’t need to do anything crazy except introduce yourself and welcome them into your home and life. Probably show them what they can and cant use, what areas of the house they are welcome in, read them house rules if you have them, and go from there! Do what feels right.


Please see more of your questions answered on Spirit Companionship FAQ Part 2.

Thats it for now! This might be updated with new questions later! And by no means is this the be-all end-all of spirit companionship FAQs. A lot of this is based off my experiences and opinions, as well as other spirit companions and friends. So do your own research, and come to your own conclusions.

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 #nofilter (aka that one time you accidentally sent a selfie and ended up with a date)
Request: ✔ (Anon) ||  Masterlist

Mingyu looks at his Snow app in suspicion, finger hovering over your name as he considers the pros and cons of replaying your snap. 

He had opened it in a hurry, expecting it to be another picture of a random object or the series that you were currently binge-watching on Netflix. He definitely did not expect to see a cute selfie of you winking and pointing a finger-heart at the camera, the natural sunlight making you look like some angel on earth. 

It all ended much too quickly, and he’s considering just going “fuck it” and replaying your snap only to call it an accident when he accidentally swipes left instead and his chance of replaying your snap is gone. “Damn it!” He exclaims, knocking his head hard on the wall he is leaning against. 

Chan, who is leaning right next to him, is all at once startled away from his Instagram-scrolling. He curiously peers at Mingyu’s phone just in time to see him send a selfie to you, caption playing it casual and safe. Mingyu’s definitely trying to act cooler than he is, and he’s about to voice his teasing observation when he notices Mingyu receive a text– from you, of all people.

And the plot thickens. Chan stifles a snicker as he goes back to scrolling through his Instagram, not-so-inconspicuously following along with your conversation with Mingyu from his peripheral vision. He finds himself probably more engrossed than he should be, holding his breath with every cringy line that Mingyu sends. Although he doesn’t want to be “caught” (Mingyu definitely knows he’s reading, but it’s much easier for the both of them if they pretend he doesn’t), he also knows Mingyu has as much game as a toddler, and right now they ain’t playing no scrimmage. This was the real thing, and it was… Surprisingly working?

When Mingyu finally emerges from the conversation with the promise of a date post-tour, Chan can’t help but express his excitement. Instagram long forgotten, the two Seventeen members high five each other in triumph, Chan congratulating Mingyu on finally pursuing his longtime crush. He can’t help but feel like a proud parent, especially with how Mingyu keeps grinning down at his phone. And like any good parent, Chan doesn’t wanna see Mingyu fail. 

“Dude, we’re gonna have to work on your pick up lines.” 


A considerably tipsy Soonyoung looks back and forth between the hotel walls and his phone. He pinches his cheek to assure himself that he’s awake, because did he really just spontaneously score a date with the best friend he’s been crushing on for years?

Soonyoung rises from his seat and looks to wear his current roommate is currently reading. He waddles over and swiftly reaches out a hand to give a hard pinch to Wonwoo’s cheeks. When he hears a loud “Ow, what the heck?” and feels his hand get slapped away, he’s thoroughly convinced.

“Wow, this really isn’t just a dream.” As means of explanation, Soonyoung shoves his phone in front of Wonwoo’s face and waves it around excitedly. Wonwoo can’t read a word of the conversation but he sees the amount of emojis and quickly deciphers who the recipient must be. He smiles his commendations, thinking Soonyoung must have finally made some progress with his crush. 

“Shouldn’t you be a little more excited for me? Or are you jealous? This whole exchange really started because of an accidental snap on Snow… You wouldn’t happen to be in communication with Y/N, would you?” Oh for the love of– not this again. Wonwoo pushes his own phone lying on the bed out of Soonyoung’s reach, lest the man try and search through his Snow app for evidence or whatever other bullshit he could muster. 

“Soonyoung, grow some balls and have some trust in your future partner.” Soonyoung sputters at the word “partner” but Wonwoo doesn’t take heed. “That kind of attitude can quickly derail and become unhealthy. Y/N can be friends with whoever they want.” 

His friend pouts but nods, understanding of the concern. “I see what you mean… I’m nervous though, because I’ve liked them since forever. What if it doesn’t work out?”

“It will work out, trust me. I’ve seen how the two of you act. And if it doesn’t work out, what’s stopping you from being friends? Don’t let romantic incompatibility ruin 21 years of friendship.” Wonwoo finishes by ruffling Soonyoung’s hair and telling him to shove off and go bother the others. Just as the dancer leaves, he manages to yell out one last reassurance. “Don’t worry, it’ll work!” 

Spoiler alert: Wonwoo’s right (and nobody’s surprised). 

A Little Bit Naughty: Zack Taylor X Reader

Request: Hi! Could you write something with Zack from Power Rangers? I really loved your Billy one-shot, there’s not much of him from what I’ve seen here xD Thanks~!

Prompt: You were known as the good girl with good grades and a good attitude, but there were occasions where you had to let out your bad girl attitude against people who crossed you. How? By using pranks. Unfortunately, someone named Zack Taylor was always in the crossfire, which puts you in a bad situation once he figures out you’re the one behind all the school pranks.

Word Count: 1,423

Warnings: Strong language

Author’s Note: I should be reading for my English class right about now, but that stupid book ca go burn in the pits of Hell for all I care. Also, I’ll probably write another series, but for Zack soon.

Your name: submit What is this?


You were a good girl with a bad girl rebellious heart. And sometimes, just sometimes, you had to let that rebellion out against the teachers or basic high school bitches who were so mean that even they weren’t fazed by your positive attitude and dedication to school. So, you knew you had to get back at them somehow. However, you weren’t looking to get a suspension and ruin your good reputation, so you did everything in secret. Everything was going well for you, and you weren’t ready to screw that up. Luckily for you, Zack Taylor, a boy who rarely ever came to school until the attack on your town a while back, was convicted for your crimes, labeling him as the prankster who never learned his lesson regardless of the number of times he attended detention.

One day, after some unnamed bitch decided it was the day to torment you just because you corrected her and the teacher on an incorrect history fact. She had done small but infuriating acts of aggression pointed towards you all day, and you, being the clever and naughty girl you were, would not stand for it.

You went to school early that morning, making sure that the cameras didn’t catch you in the act. When you were sure you made it past the ones that would most likely get you in trouble, you got to work.

Her locker wasn’t far away from yours, so you knew which one was hers. You also saw her inputting her locker combination, as well, putting you at a great advantage. You turned the dial and recited the combination 06-13-02 over and over again in your head. Upon hearing the click, you smirked and opened up to see more pictures of the girl than there were books.

“Wow,” You laughed. “Vain much?”

You looked at the contents of her locker and wondered where to start. You spotted her hand sanitizer bottle and smiled a devilish smile. You grabbed your clear glue bottle from your bag and got to work. You were glad she was a germophobe, because the sanitizer was almost gone anyway, making it easy to fill up the thing with glue. You sealed the cap back on and shook vigorously. After ruining her hand sanitizer, you moved onto her notebooks and textbooks, taking joy in taping the pages together, then proceeding to glue to covers shut so they couldn’t open. You then spotted her perfume bottle, the one she sprayed herself with each morning when she arrived. You had brought some water that your dog had soaked in while taking a bath. You grabbed the vial from your bag, using a dropper to squirt in the nasty-smelling fragrance.

You closed her locker, feeling satisfied that you had completed your task and did it all while not getting caught.

“So, you’re the one who’s been getting me in trouble lately?”

You froze. You didn’t recognize the voice, but you knew that hearing any voice as of then meant that you were caught, and you were royally screwed. You forced yourself to turn around to face the person who caught you red handed. You saw Zack Taylor, the boy who had been unwillingly taking the fall for all of your misdeeds, standing behind you with a look of pure amusement written all over his face. It was then that your thoughts were confirmed. You were in deep shit.

“Wow,” He gasped mockingly. “Who would’ve guessed the teacher’s pet, hell, the class goodie-two-shoes was the one behind these pranks all along! God, it all makes sense now!”

“I-Uh- well, listen, it’s really not what it-”

“Not what it looks like?” Zack cut you off. “Because to me, it looks like you just broke into Ilene Margert’s locker, put glue in her hand sanitizer, glued her notebooks shut, and put something into her perfume. So tell me, if it’s not that, then what was it?”

“…Then it’s exactly what it looks like.” You said hesitantly, bowing your head in shame.

“That’s what I thought.”

A thought crossed your mind, “Wait, you aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?”

“Hmm?” Zack hummed, knowing exactly what you said and what you meant, but found some sick pleasure in seeing your flustered form.

“Zack-”

“Oh, you know my name, Y/n!”

“And you know mine,” You stated blankly before getting back to fretting. “Listen, you can’t tell anyone that you saw me! I-If you do, I’m ruined! I’ll get suspended- oh, God, or worse- for everything I’ve done and I’m dead if that happens! Please, please don’t tell anyone, I’m begging you!”

“Hmm…” Zack tapped his chin in consideration as he thought about what he would do with your plead. “Well, you were the one who got me stuck in detention for weeks. Why should I? I’ll be off the hook for all of your crimes, so give me one good reason why I shouldn’t?”

You were stuck for a minute. He was right. You were the reason why he was stuck in there, and you felt bad for putting him in such a situation. However, you always recalled his smile when he was with his friends, who always also just so happened to be stuck in detention with him. Maybe that could be your leverage!

“Because you like it!” You said quickly.

Zack scoffed, “Excuse me?”

“You like it,” You repeated. “I-I see you with your friends in there, and-and you see to actually like being in there with them! You enjoy that part about detention so why not?”

Zack stared at you for a moment, nodding after a while. “Fair enough.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” You breathed a sigh of relief.

“But!” Zack announced.

“‘But?’” You looked up worriedly. “‘But?’ No, not ‘but’s’! I gave you a reason! That’s enough.”

“You still owe me for putting me in detention, though.”

“What?! But you just admitted that you like it there!”

“Maybe so, but there are still better things I could be doing than sitting in a classroom with a bunch of delinquents, you know.”

“Like what?” You rolled your eyes.

“Many things, Y/N. Many things. So, let’s discuss what our arrangement will be!”

“Wha-?” You were about to fight back, but you figured it was better to just agree to whatever he wanted rather than risk your perfect grades and academic reputation. “What do you want?”

“Go on a date with me.”

He said it so quickly and without any hesitation or amusement in his voice that you almost had trouble comprehending it for a second. You choked on air for a short second, the words getting caught in your throat like a cat with a bad hairball. You just gaped at him, unable to say or do anything for a good fifteen seconds.

“D-Do wh-what?” You stammered.

“Go. On. A. Date. With. Me.” Zack said, punctuating each word so you heard each one clearly. “You know, where two people go out somewhere and get to know-”

“I know what a date is!” You cut him off. “But why do you want to go on one with me?”

“Does a guy need to have a reason to go out on a date with someone pretty?” Zack shrugged his shoulders.

Your face flushed furiously and you fumed, “Y-Yes! He does!”

“Y/N, do you want me to let the principal know about your little pranking spree or not?” Zack asked. He held up his phone, “Because it’s all right here for proof.”

You gazed at the phone and saw the pictures of you with the glue in your hands along with the sanitizer bottle. He scrolled down and showed a video as well. If that information was released, you were done for. Knowing you were defeating, you slumped your shoulders and asked, “Just one date, right?”

“Just one, I promise.”

You cautiously nodded, “Fine. I’m free on Friday. What do you have in mind?”

“I know a great restaurant not even a few miles out from Angel Grove.”

“Alright. Pick me up at seven, okay?”

“Sounds good, princess.”

“Oh shut it.”

Zack watched as you, the supposedly good girl of your class and his own crush, sashayed away from the scene, an irritated grimace on your beautiful face. And while she probably despised him at the moment, he was honestly glad that he discovered Y/N was just a little bit naughty, and he would make sure that she felt head over heels for him on that date so she’d be begging for a second.