#and that's the nerdiest and dorkiest out there

[robbie-verse]

steve harrington's type is nerds LIKE CMON nancy ??? hello THE valedictorian nancy wheeler?? robin being a band kid and also super into fantasy movies AND a language nerd ?? HELLO EDDIE IS LITERALLY AND CANONICALLY BOTH A BAND KID AND A THEATER KID

#he has a type #and that's the nerdiest and dorkiest out there #i cant #steve harrington #steve harrington hc #steddie #steveddie #steddie hc

[eyauwu]

i dunno I just felt like saying this

but I wanna make it clear that I am the biggest nerd you will ever meet

#nerd #eyauwu #why not #my friend told me I am the “geekiest dorkiest nerdiest nerd to ever nerd the nerdiest nerd” #but it was out of love #and also the fact that I joined the chess club at my school

[sundrop-writes]

Hi! I hope this is okay to send because I’ve sent this type of request to others (and I know that’s normally bad) BUT it’s because I enjoy the different opinions of all the amazing writers!!! It’s not a fic request but just a request for your top headcanons for Spencer Reid.

The things that you’re like “this is canon and I’ll fight you over it” - smut, nsfw, tame, domestic, anything - just your opinions/rants!

(If it’s not okay to ask though please accept my apology!!! I’m still learning the social etiquette of tumblr requests! ) - 🌑

I definitely think this is okay to send to different writers, because you will usually get very different results - usually writers don't like it when you send a request that can only get similar results (asking for a narrative fic with a detailed, similar plot). But I love giving my random headcanons about characters.

Random Spencer Reid Headcanons

And okay, the first one I have in mind for Spencer is so weird.

One of the headliners that I always have in mind for Spencer - he wears tighty whities.

Like - the only kind of underwear that he wears are the classic hanes briefs (usually white, maybe heather grey, never black or any other 'fun' colour) - he doesn't wear boxer briefs, he doesn't wear boxers. Whenever I see a fic saying 'and then Spencer took off his boxer briefs', I'm like: "no, you don't know him like I do".

Spencer is a fucking nerd. Spencer is the type of fucking nerd who would insist on wearing the nerdiest underwear - tighty whities. And people probably write about him wearing boxer briefs because those are the sexy men's underwear and briefs are not like 'hot' to picture men in - but that is exactly why I HC him as wearing them and exactly why I mention that he wears them in every single one of my fics.

Spencer would wear the dorkiest underwear in expectation that he's not going into a sexual situation. He wears his underwear thinking that he's not going to fuck - he's not going to have to 'impress' anyone. Also, over time, of writing several fics about him and thinking about Spencer for 100s of hours a week - I have come to develop this kind of kink for picturing his giant nine inch cock trapped inside the crotch of a pair of briefs, hard and struggling to fit in there. It would be hot in its own way. (Which, Spencer always is.)

Speaking of his cock - you may notice that with a lot of my fics, I take the time to describe in depth what a male character's dick looks like. This is because I take the time to picture and think about what a characters dick looks like and how it is different from other characters (because no, not every characters dick is nine inches, thick and veiny. no) - I call it the Dickscription. And I think it's a very important part of characterization.

Spencer is eight to nine inches (when fully hard) - but he is skinny. His cock is a bean pole, just like he is. You would look at his dick and call it a snake. His cock is very smooth - the skin on it is baby soft and smooth, rather than veiny, and Spencer does not shave his pubes. Spencer is a full bush kind of guy - because he is terrified of putting a razor anywhere near his dick. He would only shave if you helped him and if he trusted you a lot. And he had a very thick, dark bush of hair near the top, around the base of his cock, but it gets more sparse around his balls, which even get soft and fuzzy in some places. (I have thought about this way. too. much.)

He is uncut, and when he gets really needy and teased or if you don't let him cum, then his cock turns a really bright shade of pink or even red, and the colour goes across his whole cock so his cock becomes like this beautiful bright pink rocket - and he leaks. Spencer is a very leaky guy, to the point where he gets everything so wet before he can even cum.

(These headcanons are getting out of control, lets get back to something more wholesome, shall we?)

Spencer is the kind of person to take himself on dates. On the rare occasion that he gets a day off, Spencer indulges in going out alone. It's not necessarily that he likes the solitude, but he's used to it because he spent his entire childhood pretty much alone, and there are a lot of activities that he likes that he thinks no one else he knows will enjoy. So he tries to enjoy treating himself to a day out alone.

He will bring a few good books to a cafe and drink a few expensive lattes (and probably eat a few pastries) and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of reading by himself for a while. He'll go to a book store and browse for hours before finally picking something. He'll go to a naturally history museum and walk around by himself, not tied to the whims of what someone else wants to see.

Hmmm

Maybe some relationship headcanons?

(Because we all love Spencer, lets face it.)

This is something I bring up in Careful (as you guys will see) - but I genuinely believe that Spencer Reid would treat his partner like royalty. He is someone who has spent years reading about romance - especially with his mother reading him so much classic literature, he regards the classics as the bar for romance (and he just hopes that his life doesn't become one of the tragedies where one or both partners die in the end). So he's not the 'Netflix and Chill' type - and he definitely doesn't bring you to the movies to sit in silence on a date.

He is the type of person to hire a violinist to play your favourite song by the table on a date, he will open doors for you, help you with your coat, pull out chairs for you, recite poetry to you (probably in other languages just because it sounds beautiful).

He will always think of the most unique dates to take you on. He'll take you to museums, to an observatory, to the orchestra - he'll take you to a large, elegant library that has rare books and recite lines from those classic books to you while you're there. He would take you to plays or a midnight picnic by a lake. Dates with him would never be boring or typical - it would be like living in a romantic movie.

A lot of people HC that Spencer would not be into PDA because he's too shy, but I don't think that's the case. Early seasons Spencer maybe, but I think that even he would get to a point where he's just so enamoured with you that he needs to touch you in public. But his PDA wouldn't be steamy or smutty, it would be romantic and soft and passionate.

He would keep a hand on your lower back while walking around, a sign that he's right there with you, a gentle signal to anyone around that you're with him. He would lean in close to speak right in your ear - showing that his words are only for you, that nobody else in the vicinity deserves to hear what he has to say, only you do.

He would graze his fingertips right across your arm, causing goosebumps on your skin. He would stare into your eyes with such intense, burning passion. And he would kiss you in public - lingering only long enough to leave you wanting more. And on occasion, he would lean in to kiss your neck or bring your hand up to kiss the back of it - gentle things to show his appreciation of you without giving away too much for prying eyes to see.

Dating Spencer would be like dating a prince from a hallmark movie, I swear to god.

(That's all I have for now, because if I keep thinking about this too much, I may explode because Spencer is not real and I can't actually date him.)

#sundrop writes #requests #requested #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanons #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

[viviseawrites]

you know those words you read but never hear so you make up the way they sound based on how you read them? (for instance, stobin, apparently.) have a pre-season 4 pre-relationship steddie thread about one such word:

steve and eddie don’t exactly hang out, but they get along for the kids’ sake. steve waves from his car when he picks the boys up after hellfire; eddie gives steve a nod when he passes in front of family video to meet dustin at the arcade.

slowly, they graduate to the bare bones of conversation:

“hey.”

“how’s it going?”

“can’t complain. you?”

“same here.”

“yeah. alright, see ya around.”

it changes when dustin invites both of them to his birthday party. steve shows up with robin, and eddie shows up alone, intending to say his hellos and bail. but they get trapped at the snack table by mrs. henderson.

claudia thanks them both profusely for watching out for the kids. they side-eye each other, both embarrassed and simultaneously proud, both a little skeptical even as they try to placate her.

“it’s nothing, mrs. henderson. he’s a good kid.”

“yeah, of course, claudia. it’s not a big deal.”

“no, no, you’ve both done so much!” she insists, pulling them each into a warm hug.

she toddles off after a while to take pictures, and they awkwardly glance at each other until finally eddie breaks the silence. “so, what’s she so grateful to you for?”

steve shrugs and shoves his hands into his pockets. “dustin’s been through some stuff. honestly, i was just kinda there for most of it, but she refuses to believe that.”

“hmm,” eddie says. they fall quiet again, but eddie’s still thinking about it, his plans for leaving forgotten in favor of curiosity. because that feels like a half-truth. “i mean,” he says, catching steve’s eye, “henderson talks you up a lot himself.”

steve looks startled, a flush rising in his cheeks. he scrubs his fingers through his hair, glancing away. “oh.”

“yeah. soooo… what gives? what did steeeeve harrington do to impress the dorkiest, nerdiest kid i’ve ever known?”

steve snorts, then realizes he can’t actually explain. “uh.” he scans the room for robin, hoping she can bail him out, but she and max are kicking a soccer ball at the boys while they yell about it. fuck. hopefully dustin catches onto the lie if eddie ever asks him about it. “a couple years ago, i tried to help dustin find his missing cat, and we got cornered by a… pack of… uh, feral dogs? and—”

eddie snorts and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. steve stares at him. eddie flails a little, helpless, and finally says, “sorry, it’s just. did you say FEARAL?”

steve blinks. “yeah, like wild?”

“it’s feral,” eddie says.

steve thinks about it, then shakes his head. he’s pretty sure about it. “nah, because they’re so crazy they strike fear into you, right? so it sounds like fearal?”

now eddie has to think about it, because that kind of makes sense in a weird way. but no. “yeah, dude, it’s feral, like the fair. so, feral dogs.”

“huh.” he considers this, then shakes his head and crosses his arms like he’s disappointed. “well, that’s stupid,” steve mutters. “fearal sounds better than fairal.”

eddie feels a flash of fondness, against his will. he grins and hides it behind a strand of hair. god, is steve harrington, a douchey but hot ex-jock babysitter, actually cute? the world is so unfair.

he decides then and there to start having real conversations with steve whenever he can, just to see what other adorable slip-ups he might make. because ohhh yeah. eddie is screwed.

#vivisea writes #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #i definitely don't pronounce it fearal. anymore. #fun fact: my mom once said penelope as 'pen-eh-lope' #as in rhyming with cantaloupe #so it runs in the family i guess #stranger things #originally a twitter thread

[elliewlums]

ellie's a mf DORK. so cocky but if you come up to her all sweet and romantic she melts

DORKIEST NERDIEST BBG

fr that girl is whipped for u BIG TIME. she’ll be showing off for her friends, lounged back on the couch in the middle of the frat party with her legs spread wide, beer in one hand and joint in the other— but as soon as u turn the corner and coo out a little “babyyyy,” she’s flushing bright red all the way to the tips of her ears and shrinking. her countenance does a full 180, and you’re giggling as you climb into her lap and press your lips to that sensitive spot under her jaw you know she likes.

you ask her how her day was and she’s too busy making heart eyes at you to elaborate past, “it was okay. i missed you.”

you spot jesse gagging out of the corner of your eye. dina digs a firm elbow into his side and still you can’t find it in yourself to detach from ellie’s neck, her pulse thrumming under your attentive lips, blood rushing as you release the skin with a definitive pop and watch bruises bloom on the surface. her slender fingers knead the fat of your hips; you know if you were alone she’d be halfway asleep by now.

she practically is, leaning into your touch like a thing starved, melty and soft and malleable against your touch.

you don’t dare kiss her for too long in fear of starting something you can’t finish in the midst of this very crowded party.

…or can you?🤭

#my writing. #elliewilliams. #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams hcs #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fluff #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #tlou fic #love letters #ily

[hairmetal666]

Eddie is sixteen and his magic is incredibly volatile. He's powerful and he has trouble not accidentally casting when his emotions are high (which is always) or casting on a whim, not being careful enough of his words, and suffering the unintended consequences. Wayne ends up hiding the grimoires and family journals until Eddie learns a little more control, and is the first to realize that Eddie casts better while he's playing music. They develop a system, by no means perfect, where Eddie composes a song based on how the spell feels.

Sixteen is also the year Eddie falls in love. He's always known he liked boys, but never thought about relationships. He lives in Hawkins and is a witch, for god's sake. He sneaks off to Indy, goes to bars, but can't imagine having something like a boyfriend.

Jackson is new in town, already 17 but in Eddie's grade. It starts as friendship, but before long Jackson kisses him. Eddie thinks it's like a fairytale. It ends when Jackson's military dad is transferred to a base overseas. It's mundane. It rips Eddie's heart to shreds.

After, Eddie does a spell. He knows he shouldn't; he's too upset and his magic is unpredictable at the best of times. He doesn't care. He grabs his guitar, starts playing. The song is melodic, layered, sad. He starts babbling, casting a spell to never fall in love by creating the most beautiful, unrealistic boy in the world. He won't remember some of what he says--and that's a problem-- but knows he talks about a boy with a map of the night sky on his body, the loneliest king, the prettiest man in Hawkins, jock with a heart of gold, lover of nerds and small children, throws himself into danger with little thought for the consequences, shockingly kind, fantastically mean. He knows this person can't be real, too many contradictions, too many impossibilities.

Enter Steve Harrington.

Eddie knows Steve. Everyone does. And sure, the guy is hot as hell, but the worst kind of douchebag jock, so Eddie never really considers him worth thinking of. And that would probably continue, but his new Hellfire recruits think the sun shines out of Harrington's ass, and apparently Robin Buckley is his best friend. It doesn't add up and Eddie's usually great at math.

Time passes and he starts to get it. He watches Dustin and Harrington do the dorkiest, nerdiest handshake and the joy that contorts Steve's face. It's so fucking beautiful, Eddie has to look away. He comes upon Harrington and Erica Sinclair bickering, both smart-assing, listens to the way Erica giggles about it once she thinks no one can hear. Or when he watches Steve drop Max Mayfield at home--Max who Eddie has never once seen smile, who he's always been just a little bit afraid of--and she's laughing and teasing him, beaming.

It's inevitable when they become friends. Steve is a wonder. Constantly a surprise. So pretty it's like looking directly at the sun. When Steve tells Eddie that he's bisexual, it drops off his tongue with no hint of unease, no consideration for how he's upending Eddie's world view.

One night they're getting high, just the two of them, and he's asking if Steve wants to shotgun and Steve smirks and leans in, and then they're kissing. Doing way more than kissing.

They keep hooking up, but it's nothing. It's Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who wants the all-American white picket fence, wife, 2.5 kids, and a dog. Not a dnd playing-metalhead-nerd-witch dude. And if Eddie feels himself growing inexplicably more and more fond, well, he's made damn sure love isn't in the cards for him anymore.

They're laying in Eddie's bed one night, Eddie tracing gentle fingers between the moles and freckles on Steve's back.

"That tickles," Steve murmurs. "What are you doing?"

"Mapping the constellations," he whispers.

Steve's laugh vibrates Eddie's ribcage, as does the rumble of his voice saying, "my mom used to do that when I was a kid. Said she was looking for the big dipper."

He presses his lips against the top of Steve's spine to stop from saying something unkind about his parents, who never loved their absolute gift of a son enough, leaving him lonely and forgotten in that big, cold house. He freezes as soon as he has the thought, remembers that spell. It's nothing, of course. The spell was to repel love, not get Steve Harrington into his bed.

They keep sleeping together, spend almost all their time together. Eddie's enamored but it doesn't matter. Steve isn't his, not really, and never will be. Eddie made sure of it.

But one day Steve comes over and sees this old Casio keyboard Gareth brought over.

Steve flips it on, starts hitting notes; at first dicking around, but then sliding into Clare de Lune.

"You play the piano?" Eddie asks. He knows he has a dopey smile on his face, his heart doing something terrible in his chest even though he's not in love.

"Took lessons until I was ten," Steve smiles up at him, blushing when their eyes meet.

Eddie has to walk away or he's going to do something like drop to one knee and propose. Steve keeps playing, transitioning from Debussy to something infinitely sweeter, so sad it makes Eddie's heart ache.

He stands in the doorway to his bedroom for at least thirty seconds, before storming back into the living room. "What are you playing?" he demands.

It startles Steve, whose fingers still as he looks at Eddie with giant eyes. "Uh, I don't know. It gets stuck in my head sometimes. I thought it was Ozzy or Dio or whatever. It only happens when we're together. You don't recognize it?"

Eddie recognizes it. Eddie recognizes it and Steve shouldn't know it. Eddie didn't write it down , just like he didn't write down the words of the spell.

"Get out," he says. Mean because he's trying not to fall apart.

"What? Eds, what're y--"

"No, you need to leave, Harrington. Right fucking now."

"Eddie, tell me what I did. Let me fix it, please."

"Not on you. But you have to go," Eddie is shaking and Steve's eyes fill with tears.

He doesn't fight, though. His mouth pinches and he shoves his way outside.

Eddie panics and cries, tries to remember as much of that fucking spell as he can before Wayne comes home.

The first words out of Wayne's mouth when he sees Eddie curled up on the couch are, "What'd you do this time, kid?"

He spills it all, every last detail, and Wayne listens in silence, eyebrows peaked.

"It's that Harrington boy?" He asks when the tale is told.

"How'd you know?" Eddie asks.

"Are you kidding me? I see the way you look at each other. You love him?"

Eddie nods, burying his face in his knees. "He doesn't want this, though. He only likes me because I fucking spelled him to."

Wayne rests a hand on Eddie's shoulder. "Kid, I thought I taught you magic better than that. Better go make things right while you can. Then we're going to have a long talk."

Eddie wants to ask what the point is in making it right. It's already too late, after what he's done. Still, he makes the drive to Loch Nora.

Steve opens the door in sweatpants and a stretched out t-shirt, his hair undone. He's sad, Eddie realizes.

"You here to tell me what I did yesterday?"

"Like I said, it wasn't you. Can I come in?"

Steve nods, steps aside.

"Well?" Steve prompts.

Eddie explains exactly what he did four years ago, what it lead them to. When he finishes, he braces for Steve's anger, for yelling. Instead, Steve throws his head back and laughs.

"You're not mad?" Eddie asks. "Or you're so mad that all you can do is laugh?"

"Not mad," Steve confirms.

"Why not? How can you trust me now? Trust this?" He gestures between them.

"I don't know, dude. It's not like you...designed me, or something. I didn't wake up one day when I was fifteen with a bunch of new moles. I told you about my mom. Plus, that would be medically concerning. And I definitely already had crushes on other boys. So, you didn't make me bi."

"What about being kind? What about the kids and being protective?"

Steve just shrugs. "I think a lot of that was due to Nancy, but I guess I can't stay it wasn't the spell."

"You're too calm about this. I took away your free will!"

"Did you?" Steve raises an eyebrow, way too unbothered. "Maybe the spell brought us together. Took a damn long time to do it, but I don't feel like I have no choice in this." He turns more towards Eddie, taking his hands. "I like what we have. But if you don't feel that way, we can end it."

It's Eddie's turn to laugh. "Not feel that way? Harrington, I don't know if you've heard, but you're the man of my dreams. I am, unfortunately, wildly in love with you. I just--this isn't what you want, right? Not forever. You want a wife. Kids. All that shit."

"Who says? We could have a family, Eds, if we want. Hell, we already do! We're raising six kids. And, yeah, maybe I will decide I want a wife and all that one day. I'm 90% sure nothing magical is stopping me. The only thing that is, the thing that matters, is that I want you. Not because of a spell." Steve smiles, face turning a delicious pink. "But because I love you too."

He squeezes his eyes shut to force back the tears that want to fall, kisses Steve instead. Their mouths slide together in perfect sync, and Eddie wants to get lost in it forever; in Steve's lips on his, the snag of his teeth, the way he clutches at Eddie's curls.

When they pull apart, Steve starts laughing again. "I can't believe I'm your perfect man."

"Oh my god," Eddie's face flares with heat. "You have to forget this ever happened. Your ego's too big as it is."

"Nah, this? This I'm remembering forever."

They kiss for a long time before Steve says, "I think I understand why that song was so sad now. You should write us a new one."

Eddie pulls Steve close, thinking that he'll write Steve whatever he wants for the rest of their lifetime.

#steddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #practical magic au #eddie munson is a witch #wayne munson is a witch #i put a spell on you #spell casting shenanigans #steve harrington is eddie's impossible dream guy #musical spell casting #angst #happy ending #magic #ficlet #one shot #good uncle wayne munson #steve harrington plays the piano

[vladdyissues]

Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

#annnd i think that's a good place to stop. for now #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp headcanons #meta #many of these ideas appear in familiar. so if they look ''familiar'' that's why #fic: familiar #asks

[cartoonfangirl1218]

Dork Diaries 15 Thoughts

Alright so I read the latest dork diaries, and while it’s cute. I’m left with more questions than answers. 

When I rereading the series last year, I wrote that I felt by the 10th book, Russell was dragging it out and had lost sense of its original charm. Or I lost my nostalgia. Either way, it is dragging on and this case was no exception. 

There is a minor incident that Nikki overdramatically feels like it’s her fault when it really isn’t a big deal except for the requisite Mackenzie blackmail plot device. Which is never brought up again. 

Nikki and her friends don’t actually go to the titular Paris until halfway through the book as Russell fills it up with other minor incidents and overdramatic airport chaos hysterics.

Paris is great except Mackenzie trying to steal Nikki’s place in the photo-shoot and Brandon-Andre-Nikki love triangle miscommunication. The former is annoying, the latter was predictable but not too bad. The best parts was Nikki’s mistranslation mishap, and she and Mackenzie getting lost in the catacombs. I do like how Russell managed to fit in info of major Parisian sights so kids can learn about how tres chic and amazing it is. I also liked the art style shift in some drawings as Nikki experiments with fashion illustration. 

Now for my questions, and slight disappointments. I feel like the continuity is getting glossed over. Theo who was by far the nerdiest and dorkiest of the band originally (remember Nikki drew him as the human equivalent to Spongebob?), well now he has a glow-up and isn’t it basketball instead of wizarding. Okay, I guess people can change over the year but it feels so sudden in the art and the personality. 

Also the Chloe, Zoey, Theo and Marcus pairings are completely gone. I guess they got over their crushes to each other even though them asking each other out to the Valentines Day dance was so sweet. But nope.

I just miss it, and them being librarian volunteers and Nikki's excitment over Tyra Banks or her advice column and other stuff that made this series feel grounded.

Also I'm just so tired of Mackenzie popping up as an obstacle like her trying to sabotoge Nikki to get a spot in the photoshoot. It makes no sense. Even if Nikki wasn't there, they would replace her with Mackenzie because she's NOT IN THE BAND. It's totally implausible. I know she's rich and gets away with stuff but it's becoming so unrealistic and annoying.

And remember the big secret of Brandon’s parents and his past? I remember it being brought up in books 4 & 5 and it was implied there was a reason that Brandon was so good at french relating to that. This would have been an excellent chance to have some of that mysterious past revealed but nope. Not a word. I actually wonder if Russell forgot about it? 

In fact the whole Brandon and Nikki situation is the most drawn out ever and I’m starting to think that Russell is retconning it to the beginning. Nikki is still wondering if they’re friends or MORE than friends when after being kissed by him, going to the dance with him, his obvious jealousy of Andre, and going on actual dates, I think this position is quite clear. But Russell hits them squarely with the friends phrasing and minor interactions that make me feel she is holding them back. They’ve gone through such big moments and now it feels like they’re regressing, not progressing. 

Know what else is regressing? Even though the whole series is about Nikki’s eighth grade year at school, and this book takes us to the end of Aug, there is absolutely no mention of high school. Unless NY schools work differently, 9th grade should be high school and then this series would be out of items reading demographic and thus an excellent time to finish the series. 

But Nikki only says they’re returning to school, no pressure or worrying about big bad high school. Just school.

So is Russell retconning this too? In her a acknowledgements she says she's excited to introduce a new generation to Nikki's dork dairies so is she going to be an eternal eight grader?

Also Nikki in general has regressed and I feel she has learned nothing about appreciating what she has or freaking communication in general.

Yeah I think I have definately aged out of this since I'm so focused on these questions instead of enjoying it for what it is.

#dork diaries #dork diaries 15 #tales from a not so posh paris adventure #my thoughts

[johnisdarling-blog]

JOHN ALEXANDER DARLING (moodboards) -- Ravenclaw                    "Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind. Where those of wit and learning will always find their kind."

#{ ; i wish i could fly / i'd fly far away from here || aesthetic } #i am the nerdiest #but i really loved how this turned out #am i making one for all of my children? #definitely - because i am the dorkiest and i can't help myself #carthayrp

[knights-unwelcommentary]

Can you imagine when Vriska and Terezi find out that LARPing is on the list of the nerdiest, dorkiest activities on Earth?

They’d disown role playing in two seconds flat

#homestuck #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #{something zilly}

[jamiemacm]

What I need, want, dream about, fantasize about, wish for, find handsome, find attractive, find sexy, find adorable, etc and so on:

(Arranged from most to least. This is “NOT” a check list but different categories. If you fit in more than one then that’s a bonus.):

1. Men over the age of 55 who are bald with extreme comb overs that are parted extremely low on the side.

2. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who make/force me to wear and use diapers 24/7 for the rest of my life.

3. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who make/force me to dress like an old fashioned nerdy geeky dorky diapered little boy 24/7 for the rest of my life.

4. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who make/force me to act, behave, talk, etc like a diapered little boy 24/7 for the rest of my life.

5. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who will think of me, talk to me, and treat me like a little diapered boy 24/7 for the rest of my life.

6. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who won’t hesitate to give me an extremely severe brutal 100% real spanking on my bare bum for breaking a rule or disobeying him or any other adult etc, no matter where we are or who is around.

7. Men over the age of 55 who wear three piece suits every day.

8. Men over the age of 55 who wear large bow ties every day.

9. Men over the age of 55 who wear the waist of their pants/trousers as high as possible every day. The higher the better.

10. Men over the age of 55 who wear suspenders/braces every day.

11. Men over the age of 55 knee length socks (or longer) every day.

12. Men over the age of 55 who always wear knee length socks (or longer) with shorts.

13. Men over the age of 55 who wear knee length pants/trousers such as Breeks, Plus Fours, Golf Knickers, Knickerbockers, etc.

14. Men over the age of 55 who wear sock suspenders/braces with their socks every day.

15. Men over the age of 55 who wear sweater vests.

16. Men over the age of 55 who always wear full pyjamas (shirt and pants/trousers) to bed.

17. Bald men in general who are over the age of 55.

18. Men over the age of 55 who have an extremely great big huge nose.

19. Men over the age of 55 who have extremely great big huge ears that really stick out from their head.

20. Men over the age of 55 who have extremely huge great big bushy eyebrows.

21. Men over the age of 55 who are anywhere from slightly chubby to extremely super chubby. (Especially in a suit!)

22. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who would love laughing at me, making fun of me, picking on me, teasing me, bullying me, humiliating me, degrading me, etc.

23. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who would love other people laughing at me, making fun of me, picking on me, teasing me, bullying me, humiliating me, degrading me, etc.

24. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who would make/force me to get extremely super chubby.

25. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who would make/force me to be their pet human pig and oink and squeal like a pig on command for them.

26. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 who would make/force me to look, dress, act, behave, talk, etc as the most old fashioned nerdiest geekiest dorkiest most pathetic loser in the history of the world.

27. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 telling me to poop in my diaper, pee in my diaper, make a mess in my diaper, etc no matter where we are or who is around.

30. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 threatening to give me an extremely severe brutal 100% real spanking if I don’t poop in my diaper, pee in my diaper, make a mess in my diaper, etc right then and there no matter where we are or who is around and knowing without any doubt whatsoever that they absolutely mean it.

31. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 asking me out loud in front of a group of people so everyone can hear “if I pooped in my diaper”, “If I peed in my diaper”, “If I made a mess in my diaper”, “If I need my diaper changed”, etc and having to answer honestly knowing if I don’t I will be spanked and punished for lying. This would happen anywhere at anytime in front of anyone.

32. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 telling me to drop my trousers/pants and bend over before they do whatever they want to me no matter we we are or who is around.

33. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 making/forcing me to say extremely humiliating and embarrassing things out loud in front of people or groups of people such as: “I’m not potty trained”, “I wear and use diapers”, “I pooped in my diaper”, “Please think of me, talk to me, and treat me like the diapered little boy I am, please”, “I am a toddler”, “Please make fun of me”, etc. Absolutely anything at all he tells me, makes me, forces me, etc to say out loud no matter what it is, no matter how humiliating or embarrassing it is, and no matter who will hear it.

34. Strict dominant aggressive top men over the age of 55 making/forcing me to Oink and squeal like a pig while they do whatever they want to me.

[wimpygirlwebtoon]

Regimen

The Backstory:

Remember junior high PE class?

In PE class, at my school, we had to wear awful shortie, one-piece blue jumpsuits. We all had to be in our assigned row by 5 minutes after the bell, suited up in our blue rompers, accompanied by dorky socks and even dorkier white tennis shoes. (Back then cool tennis shoes hadn’t been invented yet.)

Each row had a captain who went up and down the line to check to make sure we were properly clad because if we were missing something, like a sock, we had points deducted from our grade. It was probably the closest thing I’ve ever experienced that was militaristic and I shudder just thinking about it.

I was probably the nerdiest, dorkiest girl in the class, so I was always on time ready for whatever types of athleticism the coach had planned for the day.

One day, I was the first one out on the gym floor, and the coach told me not to waste time before class, that I should be stretching to prepare for exercise.

I knew how to do jumping jacks and windmills, but I had no clue what to do as far as a stretch. So, I faked it. And, it wasn’t until I became a more serious exerciser as an adult that I began to understand the importance of stretching.

Now, as a “seasoned” fitness fanatic, not stretching before attempting any kind of exercise session could knock you way off your game…permanently!

As you go through any stretching process it’s important to remember your breathing. Breath in deeply as you stretch and then exhale as you release. Try to hold each stretch for 30 seconds and don’t bounce. Push the stretch to the point where you feel tension, but not pain. It’s also a good idea to “walk it out” after you stretch just to get the blood flowing and your body ready for more strenuous exercise.

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#cartoonsforrunners #fitnesscartoons #fitnessmotivation #health&fitness #inspiration #motivation #pookieryan #runnercartoons #webcomic #webtoon #wimpygijrlproject #wimpygirl

[thegayagenda-forkids]

T.J. Goodman and Cyrus Kippen

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“I have no idea if this is the cutest or the dorkiest couple outfit you two could have come up with,” Buffy said, adjusting her red and gold tie.

“Says Hermione Granger,” Cyrus retorted, gelling up his hair, frowning as he tried to get it to look *just* right. “You got the flashcards, right?”

“I did,” Buffy said cautiously. “And I think T.J. is going to flip when he sees all of this effort you put in.”

“Of course he put in all this effort,” Andi said, straightening out her bow tie. “Besides, I think I win at the nerdiest outfit.”

Both of her friends groaned. “It doesn’t count if you’re going as an actual nerd!” Cyrus said. “And I still can’t believe I lent you my old glasses for this.”

“You don’t even use them anymore because the prescription is out of date,” she argued back. “Besides, look who’s talking about borrowing clothing items.”

“This is different,” he said as a matter of fact.

“Why is it different?”

“Because...this is the only way to sell it...Besides, my outfit belongs to Buffy.”

“And you can keep it. That is from two basketball teams ago,” she said. Finally Cyrus smiled when he got the hair right and pulled on a zip-up hoodie, leaving it open so that the Jefferson Middle School Basketball jersey underneath was visible.

“Well? Ladies?”

“Whoa…you’re selling it,” Andi said.

“Yup. You look like him.”

Cyrus looked in the mirror and smirked. “I’m no longer Cyrus Goodman. Until Midnight tonight, call me T.J. Kippen.”

______________

Soon there were knocks at the Goodman’s front door. It was the GHC’s dates for the night, and Jonah, all in costume ready to see their other halves. Jonah wore a Shazam costume since everyone said that the actor who played Billy Batson looked like him. He wasn’t really into costumes all that much but they all begged him to the point he felt like a total jerk if he didn’t wear it.

Marty was dressed up like Ron Weasley, so even though he also wore a Gryffindor robe and tie, he swapped out the usual sweater for a burgundy one with a big gold “R” on the font and even found a twig, snapped it, then wrapped an ungodly amount of tape around it. He knew Buffy would commit and stole some of her dad’s old law books to carry around.

Amber wore her cheerleading uniform, but kept her hair down and curled, only putting up a small section into her giant hair bow. Her sneakers were shining white. Her couple outfit with Andi would be the nerd and the cheerleader, but with a gay twist. Instead of fighting for some boy like Taylor Swift’s “You belong with me” video, they were dating each other.

But T.J.’s won out of those guys, and he was excited to see Cyrus’s interpretation. He was dressed up in a patterned button down, had a messenger bag, and even slicked his hair down some. Just in case, he had the old Bar Mitzvah sweatshirt tucked in the bag just in case people didn’t realize what he was doing.

Cyrus’s mom opened the door and T.J. immediately put on his cheesiest smile and went “Hello, hello, hello!”

Mrs. Goodman couldn’t help but start laughing. “Oh my god, I’m not sure if this means you two hang out too much or you two are perfect for each other.”

“Both.” Marty and Amber said together.

“Hey, don’t hate,” he said back to them. “So...where is the wonderful, amazing, puppy-dog of a human being T.J. Kippen?” He joked.

“All three of them are upstairs,” she said. “And I want pictures of you all before you leave for the party!”

They were all headed upstairs and knocked on the bedroom door. Cyrus, dressed as T.J. was the one who opened the door and both boys almost lost composure immediately. They tried not to let it show, but they quickly took a breath and looked looked at each other. “Cyrus, My man,” Cyrus deepened his voice as much as he physically could. “You look Niceberg.”

T.J. had to bite his tongue for a second so that he didn’t laugh and he started talking, getting more and more excited and speaking faster as he did. “Wow Teej, you look absolutely amazing because you are amazing because this is going to be the best Halloween ever and you’re wearing a hoodie that matches your eyes and your jersey which you always look super hot in…”

“Oh my god, what did we sign up for,” Amber groaned and moved past them to go kiss her Nerdy Andi.

“I’m just gonna hang with my totally fly Cy guy,” Cyrus said, pulling a step stool from behind the door and standing on it so he could simulate the reverse of the height difference between the two. Jonah actually broke down laughing at that.

“And I get to be with my super cool, absolutely amazing boyfriend,” T.J. said, looking up at Cyrus. So that’s how it felt for him. T.J. was suddenly very aware of his own height.

“Good god, and I thought we were bad with out-extra-ing each other,” Marty said, putting his arm around Buffy’s shoulders. “Let's get to the party before this they somehow derail everything.”

“How would they even derail it?” Andi asked.

“Sure, act like we aren’t standing in front of you,” T.J. said.

“Do not underestimate my brother’s narcissism,” Amber said. “The sooner we’re out in public, the more guaranteed we are for having the two stay within a PG rating.”

“Hey, just because I can shoot three pointers with ease, or cross the court in seconds flat, doesn’t mean I am so self-absorbed,” Cyrus said, and everyone but Buffy and Andi looked at him in awe.

“What did you say?” Marty asked.

“What? Just tossing out some b-ball lingo. I’m just saying that it doesn’t matter that I truly rock because I can shoot nothing but net from half court, I’m just that amazing of a point guard,” he said. “But I’m an even more amazing boyfriend to my muffin of a man.”

T.J. was staring at him open-mouthed. “H..how?”

Buffy sighed and pulled a twenty dollar bill from her robe pocket. “I regret this so much...you all honestly could not begin to imagine.”

“Now I understand completely,” Marty said. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”

_________________

Everyone piled into the Kippen minivan that Mrs. Kippen allowed them to borrow, with T.J. driving and Cyrus in the passenger seat. “Are you sure you should drive, Underdog?” Cyrus said, back in T.J. mode. “I mean, you did almost fail your driver’s test.”

“I aced the written part and technically passed the driving part by like...a point,” T.J. replied. “I’m sure I’m fine for one night. Besides, your mom thinks I’m a good influence on you.”

“You totally are, you got me to start getting help for math. It was totally Niceburg.”

T.J. hissed under his breath, “I said it that word one time….”

Cyrus smirked at him from the passenger seat.

Marty opened his mouth and Buffy cut him off. “If you say blimey or bloody hell, I’m throwing you out of this car.”

Marty closed his mouth.

“I’m feeling very single right about now,” Jonah said.

“Ironic considering just about everyone attracted to men has had a crush on you,” Buffy said. “Except for me. You were too...swoopy for my type.”

“Swoopy?”

“You know...like Justin Bieber back in the olden days? Swoopy.”

“And now I’m…?”

“Still a little swoopy, but much more human.” Everyone let out noises of agreement.

“Human?” He raised an eyebrow. “Ironic considering I’m dressed like...well…” he swished his Shazam cape.

“Dude, you were above the whole world back in the day,” Cyrus said. “Like some unattainable god! I couldn’t even just say Jonah when I talked to you. I had to say your full name.”

“Wow...so wait...you had a crush on me?” Jonah asked.

“Ladies and gentleman, the most oblivious man on earth,” Marty announced holding his arm out and presenting Jonah. “Raise your hand if you’ve ever been attracted to Jonah Beck.”

Everyone in the car except for Buffy and Marty (and obviously Jonah himself) raised their hands.

“Wait...Andi and Amber I know because I’ve dated both of you on and off...Cyrus...well...yeah I can see that...but...T.J.?”

“Yeah T.J.,” T.J. said. “Why else do you think I was a total dick to you in little league...or just a dick overall?”

“Never doubt the powers of heterocompuslivity and internalized homophobia,” Cyrus said.

“That intense?” Jonah asked and literally everyone except Buffy in the car shouted “YES!”

“Yeah Jo, you and I are the only non-queers in here as far as I can tell.”

“As far as you can tell?”

“Well, I know I’m straight,” she said. “You haven’t said straight or otherwise.”

He paused. “I mean...I’m into girls…”

“Be free to be,” Marty said. “That’s all that matters.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said. “So Buffy is the only confirmed straight, and I just have a question mark dangling.”

“Hey, still unique even among the majority,” she teased.

___________________

The party was being held in some warehouse downtown, and everyone was in costume, some as a couple, most as a standalone costume. Buffy and Marty were just playing around with each other, daring the other to the tabletop games and later, to who could stay in a kiss the longest. People told them to get a room, and those people got the finger.

Amber and Andi spent the whole night dancing and mingling with other people in costume, though sometimes a guy would try to hit on Amber and brought a friend with them to hit on Andi. They always seemed confused when she said that she was in a relationship, and then once or twice, got so annoyed that she pulled Andi in by the bow tie and kissed her deeply.

T.J. and Cyrus meanwhile, continued their shenanigans, pretending to be the other, complimenting both themselves and the other, being all sappy with each other. T.J. even sat down for most of the evening so that Cyrus could stand and keep the height difference.

People loved seeing how in sync the couple were, and even let them choose several songs over the course of the night so the two could dance together. They were even able to reunite almost everyone and do a reprise of “Born this Way,” except this time one of T.J.’s hands was occupied by Cyrus holding it tightly and kissing the back of it. They ended their night with the final chords of the song and kissed each other deeply on stage while everyone cheered. Buffy and Marty also kissed next to Andi and Amber who kissed as well. Jonah jokingly hugged himself tightly and jumped up and down.

_____________

They were all pretty much exhausted by the time they were leaving and thankful that the Macks agreed to host the group sleepover, with the rule being that they all had to sleep in sleeping bags in the living room to police each other.

T.J. and Cyrus were the last ones awake and they were cuddling, leaning against the couch, using their sleeping bags as blankets as they watched some Disney movies on mute with subtitles on as to not wake up the others.

“Hey,” T.J. said softly, his arms around Cyrus, who was using him as a pillow. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” he said sleepily, smiling up at T.J. “I love you too.” They leaned in and kissed each other softly. “I love you Mr. Goodman,” Cyrus teased.

“And I love you Mr. Kippen,” T.J. teased back, his fingers dancing playfully over Cyrus’s palm. “You know...I actually kinda like the sound of that. Mr. Goodman…”

“I was about to say the opposite,” Cyrus said back, his eyes close to closing. “I prefer the sound of Mr. Kippen.”

“How about a compromise then,” T.J. said, starting to get tired as well, but wanting to stay awake for as long as Cyrus was. “Mr. Goodman-Kippen.”

“Mr. Goodman-Kippen,” Cyrus yawned that last part. “I really like that...I can’t wait…”

T.J. watched him fall asleep, breathing evenly against his chest and turned off the T.V., adjusting the two of them so that they were lying down and making sure that Cyrus didn’t wake up. T.J. thought about his plans of surprising the group with a trip to Disney World for their senior year graduation trip, and then presenting Cyrus with a very special small box with a special and important gift inside. He smiled at the thought and laced his fingers with Cyrus’s. “Yeah...can’t wait either…”

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#My fics #andi mack #tyrus #ambi #cyrus goodman #muffy #tj kippen #amber #buffy

[ultramarvelslug]

Somebody to Love

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: like two swear words

2.5k words

Summary: You just got over a bad break up and need somebody to love, will Peter be that one? Written for @connorshero writing challenge. I had so much fun writing this! Thank so much!

***

Your alarm rang at 7 in the morning briskly waking you up from your tear induced sleep. You grumbled as you made your way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Your eyes were puffy and red due to the week and a half of crying straight. You looked sadly at the grim reflection of yourself and barely knew the girl looking back at you. It had been a little over a week since Andrew broke up with you and you knew it was time to face the world.

After you get ready for school, you check your phone. MJ texts you asking if you wanted to walk with her to school. Michelle Jones has been your friend since your trip to DC and you two had gotten close over the summer. You reply ‘yes’ and go out front to meet her. Betty was walking with you as well.

“Morning y/n, how are you doing?” Betty asked in a concerned voice.

“I’m better; for the last week I’ve been crying my eyes out, but I’m better now. I just feel like I need somebody you know?”

“Boys are idiots.”

You give a hearty laugh, ”As much as I agree with you MJ, sometimes you need to be in the company of idiots.” The three of you laugh together. “I just don’t know why he broke up with me, I mean I thought things were going great.”

“He wanted something and you didn’t give it to him so he broke up with you. Like I said, boys are idiots.”

You pondered on that thought. Did Andrew really break up with because he wanted something you didn’t want to give him?

“You need someone to rebound with.” Betty said interrupting your thoughts.

“I don’t want a fling, I need somebody to love.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon y/n.” Betty gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. You hear a faint rustling behind you and turn to see Peter and Ned trying to sneak up on you.

“Aw man!” Peter hits Ned lightly on the arm and you giggle. Peter whispers something and Ned goes up to Betty to talk. After a second they are laughing at some inside joke.

“Those two are adorable.” You whisper to no one in particular. You space out for a minute wondering if you will ever find something like that. A voice jolts you out of your daze.

“What was that y/n?” Peter looked over at you inquisitively.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You walk into Midtown Tech nervous to see Andrew again. But all those worries go away when Peter offers to walk to calc together. You wonder if everything will be ok?

***

“What about Peter?”

You nearly choked on your stale lunchroom pizza. “Oh my gosh, no!” Your nose scrunches up at the thought. “He’s way too nerdy for me.” It was lunchtime and you, MJ, and Betty were talking about your “somebody to love” as Betty dubbed the new love of your life.

“Who are you talking about?” Peter and Ned joined you.

“Nothing” Peter and Ned looked confusingly at each other from across the table.

“Hey so, does anyone want to come over after school today?” Peter looked around the table expectantly.

“I’m free, MJ?”

Without looking up from her book she answered, “Can’t, Anna and I have plans to make out in her brother's treehouse today.” You eagerly looked at Betty and Ned across the table

“Ned’s coming over to hang out, sorry.” They blushed heavily at this and it took you a while to understand what they were talking about. When it dawned on you, you sent Betty a wink. She only turned redder at this.

“Well Peter, I guess it's just you and me. We can work on our WWII project.”

“What did Mr. Warren assign you?” Betty piped up. Her face had gone back to its normal shade

“We got Captain America.” Ned gives an animated laugh.

“That's funny because Peter knows hi-.”

“Peter knows what a great idea that is.” He shoots Ned a glare which only makes him laugh harder. Still trying to process what just happened, you turn to Peter.

“So can I walk home with you?” Peter nodded his head and MJ looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

***

Over the next few weeks, you and Peter hung out a lot. You went over to his apartment almost every weekend and even met his Aunt May. Over time you felt something you hadn’t felt in a while; you had a crush. You were in love with the nerdiest, dorkiest, most handsome guy in the history of ever. Your crush got so bad that you couldn’t even look at Peter without wondering what it would be like to kiss him. Your friends began to notice your mood begin to improve.

“What’s up with you y/n?” You, MJ, and Betty were shooting the breeze in the locker rooms.

“I have literally no idea what you’re talking about Betty!”

“Cmon, you’re super happy all of the sudden. After your breakup with Andrew, I thought you’d be more, you know, depressed.”

You laugh “I’m just over him, that’s all.”

Betty gasped, “You found your ‘somebody to love’!”

“No, I didn’t. I honestly don’t think that I’m worthy of anybody’s love.” You had some skeletons in your closet that you thought was unforgivable.

“What’s your obsession with this ‘somebody to love’? I think you’re going crazy.” You roll your eyes at MJ as you walk out of the locker rooms. You see Peter and wave to him.

“Hey y/n!” As soon as your name falls from his lips, you want to run up to him and kiss him. If you didn’t have more self-control you just might have. He looked adorable with his curly brown hair and a loose t-shirt. After a second, Betty cleared her throat.

“All right lovebirds, we better get started on our warm-ups or Coach Wilson’s gonna be pissed.” Your face turns red as you take your place next to MJ.

“I don’t have a crush on Peter!” You whisper defensively.

“Oh c’mon y/n you were practically drooling over him. And I can tell he wants you too.” MJ couldn’t be right; could she?

“Maybe he’s your ‘somebody to love!’” Betty added excitedly.

Were they right? You looked over at Peter and saw him looking back at you with those beautiful chocolate eyes and waved. There was no denying that he was hot or that you had a crush on him, maybe he was your ‘somebody to love’. You realized you were staring and turned back toward Coach Wilson wondering if Peter saw your complexion change.

***

Later that day, you walked into the cafeteria and sat next to Peter.

“Where is everybody?”

“Well, MJ is eating in the library for some project and Betty and Ned went out with Ned’s brother and girlfriend; kinda a double date thing.” There’s a comfortable silence as you eat your food.

“So y/n,” you turn to him “about what Betty said earlier about-”

You laugh, “Oh it’s no big deal Peter, she was just messing around.” His eye flicker to the ground, a look of… disappointment on his face. “That’s not what you were going to say, is it?” he shakes his head and looks at you. He’s so gorgeous, you could look at him for hours.

“Well, I was just thinking...well I-I think you’re an awesome person y/n and I thought that i-if you wanted to, you could co-come over on Sat-Saturday f-for like a kinda sorta little bit of date?” He ended with a little head nod that you had always found endearing. You didn’t even have to think about it.

“Yes.” You affirmed with the same little head nod. A wide grin spread across his face and you knew your face mirrored his. The bell rings shaking you both out of your daze. You said bye to Peter and skipped down the hall feeling Peter’s eyes on your back. You couldn’t wait until Saturday; two days to go.         

***

When Saturday rolled around, you were giddy with excitement. You put on your best outfit, a little makeup, and fixed your hair. Peter was coming to pick you up around five and you still had half an hour before he got there. Just enough time to freak out. You text Betty and MJ and tell them how nervous you are. They were so excited when you told them about your plans for the day.

Right when the clock struck five, you heard a knock on the door. You check yourself once more in the mirror and go to open the door. Your mom was working the afternoon shift today so you had the house to yourself. You open the door to see Peter looking as beautiful as ever. He very obviously looks you over. You do a theatrical spin.

“What do ya think?”

“You look, um, you look amazing.”

“Peter, if you are going to be this nervous the whole night, it's not gonna work.”

“I know, I’m sorry. It's just, I’ve liked you for a while and I didn’t think you actually like me back so I don’t want to mess this up.” You put your hand on his arm and feel him tense up.  

“Peter, it’s ok. If one of us messes this up, it will probably be me.” He relaxes and laughs at this.

“Well, we should get going.” You take his arm and start down the sidewalk.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” The two of you walking talking about everything and nothing until you reached your destination.

“Peter this is your apartment building.” You say matter of factly. Peter laughs.

“Yes, it is.” You looked at him in confusion and he giggles. “Don’t worry I have a plan.” He leads you in the door and up the staircase. You stop and Peters floor.

“We’re not there yet.” He continues to lead you up the stairs until you reach a door. He opens the door and you step out onto the roof.

You gasp at the stunning site in front of you. All along the roof were fairy lights strung up to each side with the most delicate care. In the middle of the roof on the ground was a picnic blanket with all of your favorite foods on top. From the rooftop, you could see the New York skyline laced with fog.

“Peter, did you do all of this for me?” He looked down at the ground and nodded. When he looked up his face was ruby red. You were flattered, not to mention impressed.

Peter took your hand and lead you to the food. You two ate and talked about school, family, and learned more about each other than ever.

About an hour and a half later Peter got up.

“Um, y/n I have to go get something. I’ll be right back.” you gave him a nod and continued munching. As soon as he left, you got out your phone and started texting the girls.

y/n: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's going so well. I really like him!!!!

Betty: congrats! I’m so happy for you!!

Mj: told u so.

You hear a sound that can only be described as thwip and turn around, confused. In front of you is a silhouette that you can’t quite make up in the low lights. As he comes closer you recognize the masked figure. It’s Spider-man! But, it can’t be, you’re not in any sort of danger, so why would he be here? He clears his throat and speaks.

“Hi, I’m um Spider-man and I was wondering if you wanted to go on patrol with me?” Your mouth gaped open. There was no mistaking it, it was Peter. He tried to make his voice deeper but you could tell. So, you decided to have some fun with him.

“Sounds fun, but I don’t know what my boyfriend would say.”

“B-boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Peter. He went to go get something, I’m sure he’ll be back any second.”

“Um, Peter was the one who asked if I could come as a surprise through the Stark internship.” He gives that little head nod you adore. You step closer to him.

“Well, if Peter arranged all this, I guess it’s ok.” The two of you walk to the edge of the roof.

“Do you wanna like hold on to me or...something?” You grab onto his neck and he puts his arm around you and off you go.

***

After a while, the two of you swing back to the rooftop. Nothing that exciting happened on patrol, just a few lowkey petty thefts. Peter was disappointed that he wasn’t able to show off for you.  

“Um, y/n?”

“Yes?”

“I have to confess something to you.” He takes his mask off and you fake a gasp. “You knew?” his face a mix of confusion and maybe.. hurt?

“Peter, I knew from the moment you swung up here and tried to mask your voice.” He gives a small smile.

“I’m just wanted you to be impressed with me, but I guess I didn’t do that tonight.”

“Peter, you don’t have to be a superhero to impress. I like you already, there’s no reason to impress me.”

“I know, it’s just that I like you a lot and I don’t want to lose you. Being Spider-man is fun, don’t get me wrong, but, I really like you an-”

You couldn’t take it anymore you drown out what he was saying and just stared at his lips, thinking about what it would be like to have his tongue in your mouth. “Fuck it.” All self-control out the window, you grab the back of his head and reach up to meet his lips. When they meet, you see fireworks go off and never want to stop. But after a few seconds, you break apart.

“Sorry you were talking too much and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Y/n, it’s ok. I quite enjoyed it.” The two of you laugh. “I have another surprise for you.” He gets his phone from his backpack on the ground. You notice it’s a different one than he had yesterday. He puts on a 70’s playlist and asks you to dance. You happily oblige. As the music fills the night you lay your head on Peters' shoulder and sway to the beat.

As the next song plays you recognize the tune. You smile to yourself. It ‘Somebody to Love’ by Queen. You don’t need to find somebody, you already have somebody to love (although you won’t tell Peter yet). You’re finally out of that prison cell.

[shatteredmirrors-and-lace23]

The Long Awaited Life Update (2018 year in review:)

Hey ya’ll!!! It feels like it’s been a decade since I posted! I guess to kind of quote Pete’s Instagram story from this week, I’ve been living in the moment. The last six months of 2018 have been something of a whirlwind, and just 2018 itself was quite the adventure to say the least!

It honestly didn’t start off in such a good place, January and the beginning of Feb were...well...tough. I had more than a few breaking points and scary moments in regards to my own mental health that I had to step away from work, per Doctor’s orders.

It wasn’t all bad though, one of my highlights in January was having a midnight listening party thousand miles apart with @a-smile-like-that when MANIA was released, and literally screaming at each other over chat/text as we listened to each song of of MANIA together. During that time, we had this hairbrained-wild idea: “What if we meet up? What if we go to a concert together?!” We couldn’t pass up the chance, not after almost three years of talking and getting to know each other beyond the fanfiction world.

But something totally insane, and unexpected happened in February. During a completely random, honest to goodness leap-of-faith, “why the heck not, it’s free food anyways”, I went on a blind date set up by a co-worker. I don’t date, never had time for it, and I honestly didn’t see a relationship written in any of my cards for the longest time.

I’m not gonna lie, I almost backed out, almost texted my co-worker telling her ,“hey I think imma pass, I don’t feel ready for this yet” but I didn’t. Turns out during that blind date, I would meet the sweetest, dorkiest, stupidest, nerdiest idiot that I know lovingly call my boyfriend. I didn’t really believe in the whole “Love at first sight” thing but something just...clicked.

The months flew by, things were going great at work, I got a job interview, got a new car...and then the flood happened, making myself and my family put things into a different perspective. Then the flood came in June. 4ft of water in the house, cars lost, memories washed away, and our lives soaked in water. It was during the flood that gave me hope in humanity, that there is still good in the world, we’re just surrounded by so much bad that someone’s we just don’t see it. Strangers would come to help, my co-workers, my parenrs co-workers, all coming in to help either clean, demolish, and rebuild.

Then things started to look up.

In July I got the job I had interviewed for, a Supervisor Positon at the location literally 8 mins away from my house. My fellow supervisors are amazing and hilarious, they welcomed me with open arms and honestly I’ve never meshed better with a group of personalities like I do with them, my manager is understanding, and firm, and always makes me crack up. My team...well...they’re getting there lol but I adore them to death.

In August, by a miracle, I was still able to go to my best friend’s and I concert road trip- Imagine Dragons in Austin, PATD in Houston.

In October, I took the adventure of a lifetime to New Orleans, meeting up in real life for the first time EVER with @a-smile-like-that. We had so much fun, and I’ve never fangirled so unapologetically about writing, and fanfiction, and fall out boy in my entire life. While in NOLA, the stars would align for @allkindsofplatinumandpercocet to join our magical journey! I distinctly remember the first night we al met up, the three of us sitting at a little pastry shop on Magazine Street munch and sharing desserts after we had dinner, raving over each other’s fics and brainstorming ideas.

We ended our time in NOLA with a bang, watching the final show of the MANIA tour, singing and screaming along together, and also ending the night with with alcohol and beignets and a hilarious encounter with the sweetest Uber diver ever. To quote @a-smile-like-that “THERE’S A POWERPOINT ON THE INTERNET, SO IT HAS TO BE TRUE!! (In regards to @shark-myths’ Tryst Theory)”

Leaving NOLA was bittersweet, I didn’t want it to end, but I wouldn’t trade all the time and the fun and mischief we got into.

Now, holy heck, it’s 2019. And I decided to kick off 2019 in a big away- I got an apartment! things, slowly and surely are looking up. It’s another adventure that I’m ready to embark on and has been tons of fun for the most part.

As for writing, oh yes, I’m positive guilty for falling behind on stuff, but that does not mean it’s completely forgotten! I really want for 2019 to be the year that I don’t stress over writing and posting, I want to find that joy of writing again like I used to. I have so many amazing ideas that I can’t wait to share with you all! (More Come and Save Me, more Witch!Pete and sassy familiar Patrick, a circus AU, a mafia AU that has been in the works since 2015 (yikes!!! It’s literallly collecting dust), and so so much more...it just takes times, which I don’t have much of considering I’m always tired when I come home from work lol, but I really do wanna try this year.

So yeah...I think that’s it...lol that’s my little 2018 review in a post, and kinda a little insight to why I haven’t posted at all in 2018 but hoping to do a little more posting in 2019!

Love you al to pieces. See ya’ll soon!!

#personal post #life update #IM ALIVE GUYS NOT DEAD YET #fall out boy

[ghcstlydj]

Pro’s and con’s of dating my muse

Tagged by: @renaijac​ (thanks!! ^^) Tagging: uhhhhhhh, @uxis-multimuse @bxrci and anyone else who wants to do this and hasn’t done it!! ✌️✌️

hmmmfghjkl shaking things up because why have vinnie be the first one all the time lol

Pros:

Flint will absolutely shower you in love and affection whenever possible

He will make the sweetest, mushiest, gushiest love songs for you, just for you, and make them with the best mic quality, the best instrument playing, and on occasion, he will also be very extra and provide his own background vocals with a pre-recording

God he will send you the best memes there are out there. he is meme central. he is meme personified. you bet your ass you will get a meme not even dating him, just the moment you meet him it’s guaranteed

He will take care of you when you’re dealing with mental health issues and is super understanding 

Your life will instantly be Very Exciting

He’ll be your Best Friend Forever but with dating him, you also get the dlc where you get to make out with him at the same time

Cons:

He’s an impulsive, reckless pyromaniac who barely has a moral compass, so you probably have to babysit his ass to make sure he’s not doing anything illegal. or at least, make sure he gets away with it

He’s a total basic ass bitch. if you’re not into the songs he likes, then he’ll probably annoy you with replaying and singing along to Despacito, or whatever song is the most popular this week, a few million times over and over again. if he’s not playing the actual song, he’ll be strumming it on his ukulele/guitar/whatever instrument he has on hand over and over again

He will also send you The Absolute Worst memes ever. your eyes will bleed. your soul will cry in anguish from how terrible and Bad™ those memes are. how dare he make you read them with your own two eyes

He’s a furry (jk just being a furry isn’t a bad thing if you’re not hurting anyone)

Your life will also probably become Very Exhausting dealing with *gestures to all of Flint*

He absolutely Cannot handle sexual stuff. if you wanna do things with him further than making out, he will set your curtains on fire because he’s that flustered and shy about it

--other muses under the cut!

Pros:

Vincent will honestly spoil you every second he can

He always strives to be The Best™ at everything, so he sure as fuck will want to be the best boyfriend ever too

He will threaten to beat up anyone who dares to hurt you, even though he’ll probably be the one getting beaten up if he tries. it’s the thought that counts

Just because he’s narcissistic doesn’t mean he won’t care about you. if he genuinely loves you, you are The Best in his eyes and you completely deserve an amazing boyfriend like him, because you also deserve the best

He’ll want all your attention and love hugs and kisses and cute things like that

Cons:

He’s an absolute shit at times. he will constantly bitch about people and things he doesn’t like, mostly cause he likes complaining in general

He’s horny on main waaaay too much. like. kinkshame this boy. holy fuck.

Adding onto the ‘constantly horny hormonal teenager’ thing, he’s a complete disaster gay. he’ll be instantly attracted to any hot guy he sees, even if he hates them or not, and he’ll probably be Gay around them even if you’re dating him. not that he’ll cheat on you or anything, he just thinks they’re hot and attractive so if you get jealous easily, that’s not a very good thing

He’ll want all your attention. yes, this is also a con. he’s like a cat jumping up in front of you in between your arms while you’re trying to do homework and won’t go away and forces you to pet him

He gets insanely jealous. like, very very jealous. it doesn’t border abusive, but he just kinda.. sits there and seethes while other people talk to His Favourite Person In The Whole Wide World. that’s no fair. he wants to be the one who has His Favourite Person’s attention all the time. he wants it to be just the two of you together. who let this inferior person come here? no, just no. not fair. go away. go away forever. stop talking to the Boyfriend. fuck off.

Pros:

He is adorable and sweet, and his cute face blushes really easily at every little thing you do that he finds endearing

He doesn’t have money, but who needs material gifts? Devon will absolutely write you love poems and love songs, that are simple but still really beautiful and intricately written, and capture everything he loves about you in the sweetest ways possible

He’s pretty damn good in bed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He loves kids!!! so much!!!!! children are beautiful bundles of joy so if you wanna have a family someday, he’d be on fucking board 100%. he’s very responsible and honestly he’d be The Best father ever

He is literally one of the kindest people you will ever meet. also the nerdiest and dorkiest, so you can geek out to fandom or anime stuff with him and he won’t make fun of you for liking stuff you like!!

Cons:

If you get him too flustered, he will stammer like a nervous wreck and turn invisible so you can’t see his tomato face, and also so he has a moment to calm down from being so flustered. in the meantime, you’re left dealing with empty space where your invisible, intangible, flustered boyfriend is standing

He will not accept the fact that he is cute!!!! even if you tell him a million times, he’ll blush and deny it every. single. time.

He is... a total fucking pushover. a weenie boy. a spineless dork afraid of his own shadow. an utter weakling

Yeah he looks like an emo fuckboy and hung out with a bunch of fuckboys, so he definitely has had experience with other people. so this is a con if you like your guys saving it for marriage

Despite being really good in bed, though, Devon has like. no sex drive. lmao, or at least he has a very very low one. so it’s a con if you wanna do the do a lot but Devon’s just like “no thanks, i don’t really want to......” all the time

Pros:

Vinnie is the sweetest boy ever, and he is guaranteed to cure your depression from how cute he is

He will love you forever and tell you the most innocent but beautiful things about his love for you

He’ll notice little things about you and tell you how much he loves those little things in the plainest but sweetest way possible. and he actually remembers things more when it involves the person he loves

He gives amazing hugs and is a very cuddly person

He’ll make you playlists of sweet songs that remind him of you!! he’ll also remix songs for you, dedicate his dj shows to you, and literally almost every social media post is about you, how much he loves you, what he loves about you, and also many many selfies of you and him if you’re okay with that

Cons:

Dating him is kinda like,,,,,,, dating a child though. like, he is a child in the sense that he’s a teenager, but he’s not a literal child ofc fghjkgjkl. but he’s just so innocent and naive that he doesn’t even know how stuff like sex works, or anything like that, and he is super into kids shows and drinking kool-aid and juiceboxes with bendy straws so it’s a con if you want your men mature i guess

He also needs a lot of babysitting lmao. he gets lost super easily, and you can take your eyes off of him for one (1) second and he will be gone and you’ll have no idea where he is. he has no idea where he is either lmao

He’s super duper clingy. like, he’ll cry if you’re away from him for five (5) seconds because he just misses you so much

He also cries super easily in general, which in itself is not a bad thing. but if you value your furniture and floors, then you should probably have an alkaline bucket around because his tears are Dangerous and will eat away at anything it comes into contact with

He forgets many things way too easily. it can be annoying telling him things over and over again if you don’t have the patience for it

#meme answers #ooc #out of vinyl #headcanons; #flint; #vincent; #devon; #vinnie; #v; fire pop star #v; upper class trash #v; an emo loner #v; what just happened?