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Andrew Garfield speaking in a southern accent saying “mother fucker” with a lit cigarette dangling from his mouth is my sexual orientation

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Incorrect sayings that I use so often I’ve almost forgotten that they’re not the originals:

I have bigger fish to fight

We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it

You can lead a horse to water, but if you drown it you have to walk home

Opening a can of whales

You made your bed, now shit in it

Combining the latter two into the phrase “you opened this can of whales, now lie in it”

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MEAN GIRLS (2004) dir. Mark Waters

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Fictober Day 2

Parings: Andrew Garfield Peter Parker Xmasc!reader

Content Warnings: D*ath

Word Count: 923 words

 Author’s note: Man, I hope this challenge helps me get better at one shots, because right now this is just lowkey embarrassing. 

Y/N loved dressing up for Halloween. The holiday was his favorite and it meant so much to him, as it reminded him of the good days with his dad, picking out costumes, decorating, watching scary movies, and trick or treating. In the years since his dad had passed, the holiday hadn’t felt the same, even though his friends tried to make it memorable again. He finishes applying his makeup and grins into the mirror. His attempt at his My Chemical Romance Black Parade makeup was a success. He admires himself and his makeup until he hears his mom from downstairs. 

“Y/n! Your friends are here!” She shouts. He grabs his bag, turning off the light and rushing down the stairs. His two friends stand near the door, all dressed up. MJ dresses like Wednesday Addams, and Peter is dressed as Spiderman. The friends all compliment each other’s outfits and head out. On the way to the party, they all talked about everything and anything, but mostly the party which was to come.  

Or the one that wouldn’t come, because as they turn the corner, a drone comes zooming down the street, followed by others and a crowd of people running towards the group of friends. Shocked and scared, they all turn, heading back the way they had come from. 

“What do you think it is?” MJ asks as the group ducks back into Y/n’s house. Y/n looks

around, noticing Peter is gone, probably having got lost in the crowd. 

“I don’t know,” Y/n responds, then points to the couch. “But you, sit, I have to go find Peter.” Without saying anything else or stopping to hear what anyone else had to say, Y/n heads out to find the lost friend. Running into the crowd of people, he sees a bunch of people dressed up as Spiderman, frustrating him. Why did Peter have to choose that one? Why couldn’t he be something more simple? Y/n loved Peter, but sometimes he wondered what was going through the boy's mind. The drones from previously fly around at random now, lasers pointed and shooting. One flies close to Y/n, sending him falling into the road, rolling at random in hopes that more movement would make it less likely that he gets trampled. He manages to roll out of foot traffic, getting up when he sees it safe to.

Another drone shoots at him, hitting him in the forehead and sending him back onto the ground. He looks up at the drone, not in pain, but instead seeing a screen start to cover his view, replacing his sight with flashes of memories. His dad, laying in the bed of the hospital, throwing up, getting balder each day, crying for God to save him. Horrified by the memories that Y/n had shoved away for so long being brought back up, he doesn’t notice when sticky wisps wrap themselves around him, pulling him up towards the sky. 

Spiderman, the real one, pulls his friend onto the roof, leaving him safely there as he pulls the drones from the sky one by one, swinging them into buildings and each other, breaking them as best he can. In the distance, Y/n screams in agonizing pain. Spiderman wasn’t aware of what the drones specifically were doing, but he knew it wasn’t a physical attack, but instead a psychological one. With a quicker haste, he crashes the few drones left. A weird sense of calm falls over the night at the final drone’s death. People attacked lay around, crying and curling up in pain, as if going into a depressive state. Loved ones run towards others, checking to see if people are okay. 

Loved ones. Spiderman remembers his friend and runs back to him, taking Y/n into his arms and rocking him, trying to keep him from curling up in a ball and screaming a lot. Y/n himself notices that it’s Spiderman, the real one, saving him, but he doesn’t care at the moment. All of the bad memories of his dad and his dad’s final days spin around in his mind, making him dizzy. He looks up at the hero, crying silently. The hero lifts one of his hands, hooking around his own neck and pulling off his mask. 

Y/n finds himself in the arms of Peter. His best friend, crush from forever. Without being able to help it, the memory flashes of his father are replaced by ones of Peter. Times from math class, or lunch, or even sleepovers they’ve had with other friends, and just memories of hanging out. Calming down, he looks up at Peter. “You… you’re,”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Peter says, cutting Y/n off. “But yeah, I am.”

Y/n stares at Peter, not knowing how to react. Instead of it being a normal response, he leans up, connecting his lips to Peter’s. It takes a moment, but Peter soon hooks onto Y/n’s lips, the two of them sharing a moment of intimacy before pulling away, Y/n laughing. “You’re telling me that you chose to be yourself for Halloween? Is that really your costume?”

Peter looks down at Y/n, thinking for a moment before laughing along. “Yeah, I guess so.”

The two of them laugh even more at the absurdity of it. Calming back down from the fits of laughter, the two of them look at each other again, zero doubt in each other’s minds anymore about how the other felt. 

#andrew garfield #andrews peter #peterparker #spiderman #halloween #marvel #the amazing spider-man #fictober22 #fictober #writingchallenge #writer #writing #fanficwriter #writersoftumblr #tumblrfanfictionwriter #writerwip #writersociety #writersconnection

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Fictober Day 1

~Pairings: Fezco xfem!reader

Content Warnings: G*ns and g*n v*olence, mentions of bl*od, yelling, mentions of d*ugs.

Word Count: 1097 words

Author’s Note: This is a shorter fic, I wanted to add more but wasn’t 100% sure how to continue it to make it better without making it painfully long or messing it up. So, I leave you with this, wrapping up prompt one of Fictober!~

The night was slowly coming to an end. Halloween really ended around 9 for anyone besides teenagers and young adults chasing the night. Y/n loved Halloween, and seeing all the little kids in their cute costumes, running around in the night for a sweet tooth fix. Fez and Ashtray ran their own business a few blocks over, near a local party. Not wanting to be around the teen and adult Halloween scene, she stayed home to pass out candy. She dressed up as Rapunzel, not wanting to scare little kids. In between rushes of trick-or-treaters, she sits in the living room, watching a classic list of Halloween movies, switching between horror flicks and classic, fun and cute movies, like It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. 

The current movie, however, is Little Shop Of Horrors. Not much of a Halloween film specifically, but a horror movie, so it made her list. The doorbell rings, and she heads to the door, wondering what kind of costumes this group of kids or kid would be wearing. Happily, she flings open the door, not expecting the surprise that greets her. A taller man, dressed in black, with a scar across his face, holds a gun pointed right at her face. She lets out an involuntary gasp, then tries not to move or make any other sounds. 

“Trick or treat, motherfucker!” The man shouts, looking at her. He looks almost confused as he looks around her, into the house. “Who the fuck are you” You know what, that don’t matter, get the fuck in the house!” He swings the gun around like a professor would a laser pointer, not giving a damn what the consequences may be if there would be a slip-up and the trigger would be pulled. Knowing this man could be dangerous and potentially deadly, she listens, setting the candy bowl she had grabbed down on the table next to the door. 

The man points the gun to the couch, then waves it back to her, signaling for her to sit. Y/n sits, wanting nothing more than for the night to be over already, and wishing that she had just decided not to pass out any more candy. The man shuts the house door and looks at her. “Where the fuck is Fez?” She shrugs, knowing the truth, but not wanting to say, and knowing that playing dumb would be her best bet of getting out of the situation without any harm. Her shrug is unsatisfactory to the mysterious man, who glares and holds the gun up, as if to pistol whip her. “Do you know when he’ll be back then?”

“He said around 2,” She says quietly, scared that the answer would scare the man. He shakes his head, planning his next move. Looking outside of the door, she sees a group of trick or treaters going towards the pathway to the door. “There’s kids coming up to the house.”

“Turn off your porch light then,” He says. Nodding in cooperation, y/n stands and walks over to the door, flicking one of the three switches along the wall, the one that turns the porch light off. She hears the groans of the kids as the parents shout from the street that no light means no candy. Y/n’s heart breaks at the sound of the kids being unsatisfied, but returns back to the couch. The man grabs her phone from the coffee table and hands it to her. “Unlock it, pull up Fez’s fucking contact, I ain’t got all day to sit here and wait for his ass to get home.”

Y/n cooperates, wanting no trouble. She hits the call button under the contact, and with a chime, it connects and starts to ring. She puts it on speaker, and within two rings, Fez answers. “Baby?” He asks on the other line. “What’s going on?”

The man takes the phone. “Don’t baby me you piece of shit. You better get your ass back here with my money before I blast this bitches head all over your granny ass looking house.” The man doesn’t let Fez get another word in before hanging up and tossing Y/n’s phone to the couch. He sits down in a chair next to the couch and looks at the TV, keeping his gun pointed at Y/n, which keeps her on the couch, not wanting to provoke him in any way. 

It takes minutes for Fez to come home. Ashtray, who was with him at the party, is nowhere to be seen. Upon entering the house, Fez pulls a wad of cash from his pockets, handing it to the guy. “Look, I don’t want any problems, man.” 

The man counts the cash, putting his gun in his waistband. Fez watches him count it, standing close to the couch, and between Y/n and the man. “It’s missing $50,” the man points out. “Where the fuck is the rest of my money bitch?”

The shout makes Y/n jump, and takes her to a different place. Suddenly, she’s back in

her childhood home, watching from around the corner of the hallway into the kitchen as her dad sits at the dining table with two strange men, a selection of prescription bottles and bags of powder scattering where they had eaten TV dinners less than 4 hours before. The man at the table watches her dad pull a stack of bills from his pocket, handing it to the guy. She doesn’t hear what’s exchanged between her dad and the man, until the man starts yelling, claiming that there was money missing. Scared, she stands in the hallway, watching and frozen in fear. Her dad scrambles to try and get whatever money is missing. With his back turned to the man and the table, spinning the lock to the safe that sat in the dining room, the man takes out a gun, pointing it to Y/n’s father’s back, and pulling the trigger. 

Y/n is snapped out of her memory with a touch and the sound of Fez and someone else, screaming in pain. Fezco kneels in front of her, cupping her face with one hand, holding one of her hands with the other, and saying her name, concern coating his normally casual and chill voice. She looks up at him, and sees splatters of red on his face. Looking around, she sees even more blood splatters, the man on the floor screaming and holding his face, and Ashtray, standing above the man’s body, a bloody meat tenderizer in his hands. 

#fez #fezco #fezco x reader #fezco x y/n #euphoria #fictober #fictober22 #writingchallenge #writing #writer #fanfic #fanficwriter #writer of tumblr #fanfiction writer #writerwip #writersociety #writersconnection

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Me to myself when I thirst over fictional characters and celebrities

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The most spider like and chaotic peter Parker is Andrew Garfield’s peter Parker

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In The Ashes - Chapter Three (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/CAhlbECKcbb Five young adults use the help and training from their mentor Rane to attempt sneaking back into the United States after them and many other GenZem had been outlawed from society after being caught "planning to overthrow the government." This is a work of fiction. All of the characters are my own. All names and events relating to real world events is purely coincidental.

#action #adventure #archie #astrid #dystopian #elwyn #five #government #mystery #nanowrimo #novel #original #rane #romance #ryker #thriller #books #wattpad #amreading

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That's Just The Business//knj - /Four/ (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/TFzgzF71Wab He just had to be born into that family. She just had to be the girl his family was hunting down. They also just had to fall in love. (A Kim Namjoon/ original story) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not own any of the members of BTS in any way, nor is this an insight to their real lives. Any events in this story that replicate real life events is purely coincidental.

#bts #hobi #j-hope #jimin #jin #jungkook #mafia #namjoon #rm #suga #taehyung #yoongi #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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That's Just The Business//knj - /Three/ (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eazQtrHQTab He just had to be born into that family. She just had to be the girl his family was hunting down. They also just had to fall in love. (A Kim Namjoon/ original story) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not own any of the members of BTS in any way, nor is this an insight to their real lives. Any events in this story that replicate real life events is purely coincidental.

#bts #hobi #j-hope #jimin #jin #jungkook #mafia #namjoon #rm #suga #taehyung #yoongi #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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if this isn’t another prettymuch vlog i quit.

prettybrunch? 👀🤔

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THIS MADE MY STOMACH JOLT asdfghdsdka

kook & jhope have veiny dicks. jimin & rm have the fat dicks. jin is average. yoongi's is on the smaller side, hence the tongue technology. jhope is probably packing too but tae's is the one that you can feel all the way up to your throat & will leave you walking side to side. it_is_law_gif

I agree with all of this except for your assessment of the great Kim Seokjin. His dick is decidedly above average. 

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That's Just The Business//knj - /Two/ (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/3ybpIX5pSab He just had to be born into that family. She just had to be the girl his family was hunting down. They also just had to fall in love. (A Kim Namjoon/ original story) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, I do not own any of the members of BTS in any way, nor is this an insight to their real lives. Any events in this story that replicate real life events is purely coincidental.

#bts #hobi #j-hope #jimin #jin #jungkook #mafia #namjoon #rm #suga #taehyung #yoongi #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading