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silent-raven13 · 9 months
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I want a Fanfic of Hobie and Miles dating, and Miles made a comment along saying Hobie is his boyfriend. Hobie goes, "i don't do labels." Miles get upset, because he's a teenager goes all dramatic and they break up. Of course, Miles would cry and be in a slumps where Gwen comforts him. Pav goes to Hobie expecting him to calm and collections, NOPE! Surprise, surprise Hobie is more of wreck with tears pouring out of his eyes, break shit, and cursing himself because he wanted to be label as Miles' Bf and gets jealous when another teenage Spider-man flirts with Miles. 😌
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darklingdv · 14 days
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Barracuda TV Mini Series 2016.
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awhitehead17 · 5 months
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Day by Day - Chapter 23
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The next week blurs by. Tim becomes swamped with school work and homework, most of which is all preparations for the impending finals.
He doesn’t want to jinx it, but Tim is beginning to feel better in himself. His headache last week is nothing now but a past memory, he’s been nightmare and flashback free all week which is a nice but suspicious change and he’s not feeling so overwhelmed with everything anymore either.
During the week he and Jason spent one evening facetiming their family. Cass and Damian phoned in from the Manor, with a cameo from both Bruce and Alfred, and Dick phoned in from Bludhaven. It was a great evening which Tim thoroughly enjoyed as he always does when he spends time with his siblings, in person or not.
His relationship is going as well as it can be, Kon isn’t out yet but they make time for each other in the evenings after school or if they can’t meet they at least text and call. While Tim doesn't like the distance they have in school he doesn’t comment on it because he understands why it’s there. After what happened the other day on the couch Tim can’t stop smiling to himself, they haven’t done anything sexual since then but it’s a next step in their relationship and he couldn’t be happier about it. He’s not going to pressure Kon but he can’t wait until they do more, even if it’s a repeat of that or something else.
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n0va21 · 1 year
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Dying To Live (Teaser)
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Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader (fem)
Genres: Romance, Comedy, Thriller, Supernatural, Zombies.
Warnings: 18+, Gory themes, Violence, Mature themes, Prejudice, Language, Descriptions of Death and Murder.
Word Count: (To Be Determined)
Plot: High school jock Hyunjin wakes up one day buried alive and appears undead… Confused and alone, he limbs around the small town of Forksten, searching for answers. Along the way, he stumbles upon an unlikely ally named y/n.
Hyunjin must grapple with the challenges of his new existence, including the loss of his humanity, while trying to find his true self along the way. Another problem is his constant hunger for brains, but that's not important right now.
On the other hand, Y/n must grasp that a zombie randomly breaks into her house and asks for help. But it wasn’t just any zombie. It was the football captain that was reported missing weeks ago.
Authors Note: I got heavily inspired while watching Riverdale for some reason, but anyway, let me know what you guys think and if I should post the first part of the story <3
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Hyunjin's eyes slowly flutter open to total darkness. His first thought was that he was dreaming, but as he tries to move his arms and legs, he realises he can't. Panic set in as he tried to push his way out of what he now learned was a small, confined space. He tries to scream, but his mouth seems to be filled with dirt and the more he struggles, the more he feels the weight of something crashing down on him.
Once he realised what was in his mouth and what was crushing him, his breathing became much more difficult, and he started to gasp for air. He had no idea how he had ended up in this situation, but it was clear that he needed to get out before it was too late.
Hyunjin pushes against the dirt with all his might, kicking and flailing his arms. His movements were slow and clumsy, and he felt his strength draining with each passing moment. His chest was tight, and he tried to fight against the darkness surrounding him. Then an all too familiar feeling set in. Suffocation as if he had felt it before…
Just as he was about to give up, he felt a slight breeze blowing through the dirt above him. It was a tiny glimmer of hope but enough to keep him going. He starts to dig frantically, using his hands to claw at the dirt and rocks that are covering him. It was hard work, and he could feel his energy waning again, but he refused to give up as he didn't want to stay in this dark hole any longer.
As he climbs out of the grave, confusion and fear consume him. Looking around, he saw nothing but a dense forest surrounding him. His heart began to race as he tried to piece together what had happened. But as he tried to calm himself down, he noticed something strange. He couldn't feel his pulse, and the spot where he touched his chest was damp with what he soon realised was blood…
Panic sets in as Hyunjin grasps that something is terribly wrong with him. He doesn't know where to go, nor does he know anything about who the hell he is or what he has become…
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baggebythesea · 8 months
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"Today is the day!" Glimmer announced.
"The finale of the Princess Show?" Adora whispered in anticipation.
"The finale of the Princess Show!" Glimmer agreed. "We will finally see the evil space empire defeated, and the power of good prevail."
"We will see the cat princess kick ass," Catra grinned.
"We will see the power of friendship win the day!" Bow predicted.
"We will see the flying horse," Adora said with dreamy voice.
"We will see all that," Glimmer confirmed, and we will do it in style. I'm talking popcorn. I'm talking snacks. I'm talking soft drinks. My dear siblings, celebrating the end of our beloved show, I hereby wish to announce that today is PIZZA DAY!"
The declaration was not met with the reaction Glimmer felt it was due.
"Oh?" Bow said.
"Really?" Catra said, eyes narrow.
"Does Momgella know it's Pizza Day?" Adora asked, slightly worried at the prospect of unfolding shenanigans.
"Don't worry," Glimmer said smugly. "I have a plan."
Adora did in fact look worried.
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seriesluticons · 2 years
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starsarefire824 · 1 year
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the pact
Two weeks.
It's Monday morning and there are exactly  two weeks left before the last day of school. Ten school days left until the Party finally makes it to the seemingly ever unattainable graduation day. Mike can’t believe it.  It’s finally fucking happening . He will finally be free of this bullshit school once and for all. He and his friends will all finally be free of this place that has tortured them for the last decade. No more Troy. No more football players defiling their lockers, or shoving their faces against the shower walls in gym class so hard their jaws clicked. No more tripping in the hallways or snide “faggots” or “freaks” snickered behind their backs. No more spit balls in their lunch. No. More. Bullshit.
Mike would get to enjoy one last Upside Down free Summer: filled with swimming pools and mowing lawns and sticky popsicles running down his chin. One more Summer with creek splashing and smoking weed in the rebuilt Castle Byers, driving his car too fast down the old highway, and drinking his Dad’s stolen beers while watching fireworks at the fairgrounds, laying next to a certain friend with big hazel eyes and a sketchpad in his hand. Mike had been looking forward to it for  so  long. Counting down the days, wishing and hoping and daydreaming about it when he should have been paying attention to his Calculus lecture. Mike smiles bitterly as he makes his way in the crowded hallway. It’s bursting with life at the moment, loud chatter and the tin clatter of metal on metal echoing as lockers open and shut. There’s some hooting and hollering down the hall where a group of 11th grade jocks are huddled in a group. It’s too hot and sticky and smells like deodorant and sweat and cheap cologne.
Mike approaches his locker, cursing as he struggles two times in a row with the combination.
“Motherfucker,” he whispers bitingly as he finally gets it, roughly removing the lock and tugging at the little square handle. He shoves his giant math book on the top shelf and pulls out the novel he’s reading for English class for one final book report. He pauses a moment, the picture of the Party, well the original four of them anyway, from a long while ago, is taped up next to his class schedule, a picture of Eddie, and a magazine clipping of Bowie. Will had stuck little golden and glittery star stickers he found on the Library floor around him, arranging them in a little cluster along the singer’s painted cheek, like a little patch of lightning bugs. They blink prettily as they catch different angles of the buzzing fluorescent lights above.
Will had given him the picture too, probably in 10th grade. His mom had found some old film in a drawer and had it developed. The four of them were sitting on Joyce’s porch at the Byers’ old house in what he thinks was 8th-9th grade. Before California. They’re all clad in shorts and tank tops with a heated shine at their brows and along their arms. Dustin wore his Camp Knowhere hat, still bright green and crisp at its edges. Lucas was holding a bottle of Coke, his smile flashing bright white and eyes crinkling happily. Mike and Will were sat on the rusting metal loveseat, feet up resting against the edge of the table in front of them, connected from their shoulders to their knees. Mike is looking up at Dustin, whose face is a little blurred because he was laughing so hard at something Lucas said. Mike can’t, for the life of him, remember what it was. But Will…..well, Will is looking at Mike. His eyes are squinting with a happiness, so rare for him at the time that Mike doesn’t even really remember him like that. He only remembers the heaviness and darkness around his eyes, and fights in the rain with some kind of significance he was only now beginning to understand.
But in this picture Will’s smile is so big. Full, pale pink lips spread across white teeth, the front two a little bigger than the rest. His expression is so soft and warm, eyes appearing more brown than green in the shade. Now that they're older, after everything, it makes Mike blush when he studies it for too long.
His face falls. He presses his lips together and swallows the emotion that wells up in his throat, his fingers twitching at his thigh as he fights the urge to rip it off the door and shove it into his locker. Sighing heavily, his face pinched in a disagreeable frown, he slams the locker shut with unnecessary force as he readjusts the strap of his tired  and worn black and teal backpack that hangs lazily off his left shoulder.  
As it bangs loudly in his face, Mike blinks, revealing…Max. He peers down at her. Her now ridiculously long, red hair (extended hospital stays will do that to you) is pulled back into a low ponytail tied loosely at the nape of her neck where her headphones are still permanently perched. Little flyaways and two thick pieces, slightly wavy from the humidity, fall softly around her face. It flows in gentle twists and turns past her chest and almost to her bellybutton. She flips it back and out of her way with annoyed exasperation, and it disappears behind her small shoulder. She has her back pressed flat against the locker and one leg bent up, lackadaisically resting two textbooks on her thigh, how angry she is revealed in the way her fingers curl white around their spines. He can see one bright red sock and one teal one peeking through the holes along where fabric meets the sole of her ratty Vans. She’s wearing a baggy flannel over a green tank top, loose jean shorts buttoned high on her waist, and a scowl.
The Pact- Prologue X (click to read the rest!)
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inthepoemsandthesands · 9 months
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linear
i wish healing was linear
so i could point to a date on the calendar and say,
"this is when i will be over you"
so that every time i see you does not feel
like a dagger twisting under my ribs
before i quickly walk away
if healing was linear then i wouldnt still have dreams
dreams where you apologize and come back
we can't be friends again for so many reasons
but my inner subconscious doesn't seem to know that
you turned a month into a wound
how am i supposed to make it through september
past your birthday
when for four years i texted you at midnight
now i cry when you open your mouth
one hour i am fine i tell myself that i am okay
that things are getting better
later i am crying to her because i miss you,
even after everything
i hate you more for that
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kingsofjiiron · 2 years
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skins (2007) — series gen 1
7.5/10
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salrevientad · 9 months
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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), Star Trek: Discovery Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: La'an Noonien-Singh & Spock, Amanda Grayson & Hannar (OC), Michael Burnham & La'an Noonien-Singh, Michael Burnham & Spock Characters: Spock (Star Trek), La'an Noonien-Singh, Amanda Grayson, Original Vulcan Character(s), Sarek (Star Trek), Michael Burnham, T'Pring (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Childhood Friends AU, Rating May Change, Adoptive Siblings, Slice of Life, Puberty, Teenage Drama, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Sexual Content, Angst, Fluff Series: Part 17 of Revientad Chronicles: Star Trek Summary:
They are definitely feeling some things.....
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quirky-witshere · 4 months
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Prenote♡
Hi guys!
Well, this is the very first time I am writing something so publicly Let me first begin by introducing myself... to be specific, I am a 21st-century TEENAGER!
You all might think this is once again a useless blabbering of a young writer who misinterprets the blogs to be her diaries, but I would say, this is something totally different because I am writing about a day in a normal teenager's life, who is basically living in a world where there live a hideous creature collectively called PEERS... and to be more precise maybe WE as a teenager are the only INNOCENT people residing here....🙃
Well.....for a normal person, a D-A-Y may seem normal and boring but for those suffering like me, a D-A-Y is a Delusional, Aweless, and Yeasty event!
Well, years back when I was a kid I used to dream that someday I would be either a doctor or an engineer or be employed in any other curated job.... but today as a teenager I am struggling to just A+ score and maybe a better mental health and obviously a little less social anxiety. (A pinch less would be fine!!)
The past years were like..... god, when will this lockdown end or when can we be ever free?? or it is like will I ever get a vaccine? and all such shit......
Geez, once again all this virus talks...
[Well good riddance actually ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ ]
Well, If I specifically 'quote' what people say what we as a teenagers are, WE are a lot who are somewhat egoistic, extremely vulgar, mobile addicts, rude, ignorant and what not! but I would say we are the ones who are actually struggling to survive in this KILL and MOVE WORLD!
Well.... keeping all this frustrations aside for a while I would like to recount, how I as a teenager wrestle this wrathful, challenging, and 'I shall pull you down' world!!
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See ya!!💜
lots of luv, quirky-witshere🫰🏻
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3m1liyq · 8 months
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Nell *looking worried* : "Ammm... is that car meant to be on fire?
Moka *totally unfazed, looking at Matsu* : "No, it's not."
Nell : "...Is anyone going to do something about that?!"
Matsu *adding in conversation like he didn't set the car of his elementary school teacher on fire* : "hmmm...meh."
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awhitehead17 · 4 months
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Day by Day - Chapter 28
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If it weren’t for his family, Tim would happily curl up in a ball with his blanket and hide away until the whole weekend is over with.
After a trying day at school, a trying week really, all Tim wanted to do was retreat to his room and stay there until further notice, however his plan for solitude was immediately waylaid the moment he stepped through the door.
Greeting him in the hallway of his apartment are two enthusiastic siblings, as happy and surprised as he is to see them, he honestly wasn’t in the mood for their company. Dick bombards him with questions about his health and how school’s going and if he is excited for the next day. Cass on the other hand silently stares at him, watching his every move as he walks through the apartment to dump his school bag down in the kitchen and as he grabs himself a snack.
He knows why they’re here. His prom is the next day and as they promised so many weeks ago they’ve come to see him attend it, especially since he didn’t go to last year’s dance at his previous school because of reasons. Alfred will apparently be arriving late morning tomorrow, Bruce sends his regards and Damian is unfortunately “too busy with school” to get away. In other words he didn’t want to come and Tim is more than okay with that.
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watch-whatyouread · 2 years
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Skins S04 | Skins Shorts: Cook
Book: From the Eye of the Hurricane (2007), Alex Higgins
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baggebythesea · 9 months
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"The way I see it," Bow said, "it seems pretty simple. You walk up to the person, you say you like them and that you would like a date with them. They may say yes or they may say no, but at least you get an answer and can take it from there."
"Easy for you to say," Catra snarled.
"Most people would be flattered if you are interested in them,” Bow replied. “And even if they are not interested in being a couple or whatever... well, dates sounds like fun."
"Then why does every TV-show make it out as such a big deal?" Adora asked.
"I think they just lie to us to sell drama," Bow confidently said. "I bet in real life, it's much more simple." He turned to Catra again. "You know, you really should just tell..."
"Oh yeah!" Catra snarled. "You do it yourself if it's so easy."
Bow raised an eyebrow.
"Do you want me to ask Gli..."
"No!" Catra quickly cried. "I mean ask someone you... might want... might feel... would maybe hope..."
"Yeeeees?" Bow grinned at the flustered catgirl.
"Like her," Catra spat and pointed at a group of older teenagers who stood leaning against a wall. One stood a little bit beside the rest of them, drawing something on the wall with felt marker (despite that being vandalism and against school policy).
She had purple hair in pony tails and was dressed in a large overall. She had long sleeves that nevertheless left her shoulders bare. Behind her ear was a chewed on pencil and she had a piece of well chewed rubber in a string around her neck. Her tongue stuck slightly out of her mouth and moved as she draw what looked like a long equation.
"Entrapta?" Bow said, knowing her from the young-inventors club. Suddenly he looked a lot less sure of himself.
"Not so simple any longer, is it, Arrow Boy," Catra leered.
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msola · 2 years
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Izzie & Henry  Dive Club 1x10 "Admella"
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