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FUCK YEAH

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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never even noticed. my two favourite couples of all time

Have to love that these two went to the same school of flirting

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this is true

PSA from Blobby. Something we should talk about more ❤️

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If I Don't See You Later

Synopsis: Newt decides to see how flustered he can make Chip [FLUFF!!] TW: none :)

Chipper Wells and Newt were always doing cutesy stuff around the glade. Whenever they had time together, in between odd jobs and Newt’s keeper meetings, they were constantly chuckling together, pulling pranks and teasing the greenies. They often sat together when they could, by the bonfire or in the cabins, whispering nonsense between themselves.

One night, Newt decided to do something completely out of the ordinary. He knew there wasn’t any reason to do it beside for jokes sake, but that was what made it even more special. In the dying light of the fire, he contemplated his plan: to make Chip squirm in embarrassment in front of everyone. And when he saw his moment, he took it.

“Chipper Wells!” he announced, catching the attention of not only Chip, but the other Gladers nearby. When they all turned to look, he was down on one knee, holding aloft a ripe apple in one hand.

“Newt, what is this?” Chip asked in a murmur, already embarrassed and not wanting to make a scene.

Newt grinned. His plan was working.

“Chipper Wells,” Newt announced again, “I would like nothing more….” He paused for effect. “Than for you to take this apple as a symbol of my love for you.”

Some Gladers were shocked that Newt was so game; others, older and therefore more experienced in Chewt shenanigans, simply rolled their eyes and went back to work. A fiery red crawled up Chip’s cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. Those still watching the proceedings had started a chant of ‘APPLE! APPLE! APPLE!’, complete with clapping hands and stomping feet. Some even started cheering. Newt stared up at his friend-boy with a simple, gazing intensity. The apple shook in his hands, his knee starting to give out. It was his bad knee, after all. If Chip didn’t say anything soon, he would collapse. Still Chip remained frozen in place, embarrassed out of his mind.

Just before Newt fell, he moved. He grabbed the apple and Newt’s arm, pulling him to his feet and into a messy hug. “Love accepted,” he stuttered into Newt’s shoulder, covering his face with his hands.

When they pulled apart, the Gladers cheered like crazy. Drinks were thrown into the air. Chip pulled Newt to the back of the crowd, out of public eyesight. “What the heck was that?” he demanded, but there was no real heat behind it.

“A profession of my undying devotion,” Newt hooted, once again lighting up the nearby merry makers.

Chipper was chagrined beyond belief. The red cloud of blush had covered his entire face and ears and even spread down his neck. He sat with his head in his hands, occasionally glancing up in the direction of the hammocks, hoping for an escape. He sat like that for quite a while, as the others didn’t let up with their jolly taunting. Some of the Gladers rushed over to jostle Newt around with grins on their faces, cheering to his daring, further putting poor Chip on the spot.

Finally, Chip noticed that some of the other guys were heading back to the cabins, to bed. He took it as his chance to do the same and escape any further humiliation that would surely ensue if he stayed. But Newt had also seen the early-leavers and was concocting a final plan. One last attempt to make Chip the shyest he’d ever been. He clasped his friend-boy’s wrist as he made a desperate attempt to flee the bonfire and, pulling him down to his sitting height, muttered his final attack loud enough for a few people to hear.

“If I don’t see you later: love you lots Chipmunk.”

[Chipper Wells belongs to @sleepyyan0nn, Newt belongs to TMR]

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I honestly don't know what this is, but:

hi i'm keto-keyes! I like to go by leo, even though that's not my government name, but who cares, right? i also have another blog that i sometimes post funny things i or the people around me say, called @beldaizore or the real leo park anyway, here's a little bit about me:

sexuality: idemromantic/asexual

genderfluid-ish. I don't care what pronouns you use for me and i don't have specific ones i use.

age: wouldn't you like to know?

I'm a writer, somewhat of an editor (of videos and other) and a lover of cute little dinosaurs.

MAIN FANDOMS:

slytherins/harry potter

Saiki K/MHA/Assassination Classroom

Maze Runner

Teen Wolf

Marvel & DC (somewhat)

OUAT

TUA

Takara and Amagi & Takara's Treasure

My Happy Marriage

Please DNI if you:

ship other characters

hate on my ocs

ship incest or other yucky stuff

want to read smut

are highly and vocally opinionated (i do not care)

If you wanna be friends, that's ok, but please accept that im not always online, won't listen to your rants (that's not what im for), will probably suck at spelling, and am more focused on writing than chatting. My OCs are free to be drawn, as long as you tag and draw appropriate things. Please don't copy my writing. I'm a perfectionist and these things, no matter how small, often take days to come up with.

much love <3

tag cos they're the only person i follow: @sleepyyan0nn

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he deserves a 32-hour sleep deficiency

reblog to give your headache to elon musk instead

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In The Clearing

Synopsis: a quiet night in the glade with Marie, James Dean and Calis. TW: none :)

It was a quiet night in the glade when Calis found herself in the company of Marie and James Dean. She had been hiding from Minho for the afternoon, trying to get away from his incessant worry about her injuries, and stumbled into the forest clearing, hoping for a rest. Part of her wanted to leave them in peace and walk away, but she sat down a little to JD’s left with a quiet exhaled ‘hmph’. She stared at the ground, fatally aware that she might have just interrupted a possibly touching moment between them and took to staring at the ground in embarrassment. Marie turned to her, smiling softly.

“Nice night,” Calis hummed, trying to clear the awkward silence between them all.

“You weren’t interrupting anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Marie replied, “It is a nice night, though.”

Jamie said nothing, as per usual. The silence was palpable.

“Running from Minho again?” Marie asked, trying desperately to restart the conversation, “I heard you got him pretty good last time. You were gone all night, right?”

“Yeah, I should probably get back before the hysterics start,” Calis sighed, heaving herself onto her feet. Ma’ and JD watched her wobble on her unsteady left knee, both noticeably grimacing at the sight of her stumble a little before she stabilised. Marie shot James a look, one that was not-quite stern, but also not just an everyday glance; one that said, ‘help her please’. He shot to his feet silently, moving to grab Calis’ shoulder, her elbow maybe, anything that would help her stay upright, but she waved him off.

“Let me help you,” he insisted in his soft voice, lightly grasping her forearms to hold her steady.

“No, no, it’s alright. If I thought I couldn’t walk, I wouldn’t have ditched Minho and gone off on my own! Besides, I interrupted your little moment; think of this as my disappearing act,” she countered, pushing him away and turning to leave.

Marie also got to her feet, looking concernedly on as Calis walked off. “See you around, Cal,” she called as she raised a hand in goodbye.

“Yeah, see you later big sis,” Jamie added, staring at her retreating back.

Calis smiled secretly to herself. It always warmed her heart that JD called her ‘big sis’, even though he was probably older than she, despite both being seventeen, just like the other greenies that arrived after she had. And as she limped back into the trees, the night seemed to close around her like a blanket, heavy with silence, but warmer now for the voices she left behind.

[Marie and JD belong to @softfem-dom, Calis is mine :)]

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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If you know who he is we're immediately friends

Doing one of these but with my mutuals after seeing this image on my dash today!!

..Y'know he may be the god of war but.. I'm not mad. No, no not at all. :)

@xxgalacticambitionsxx @hatbox-apologist @ghostingyourass79 @kittieshauntedourfantasy @emerald194 @thatonerabbit @comical-icicle

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Her Wolf, His Girl

Liam Dunbar x Bestfriend!Reader

Y/N Y/L/N had barely managed to snag her winter jacket from the coat hook at the front door before she escaped the house into the cold outdoors. Trudging out into California’s January snow was definitely a dumb idea, but it was better than sitting through another of her stepdad’s temper tantrums. Her mother could deal with that psycho alone, for all Y/N cared. She was sick and tired of having to stay inside.

Y/N pulled the gloves out of the pocket she’d stuffed them into after the last time she escaped, when they first moved from Alaska. That was in New Jersey. Now they were in California. Y/N trapsed into the picturesque woods bordering Beacon Hills. Her hand reached into her pocket, snatching the small lighter between her fingers and spinning it around. She brought it out and flicked it on, breathing in the warm smoke that drifted from the flame. Y/N walked until she came across the perfect resting spot: a small patch of slightly-damp, but not snow covered, grass under the tallest pine tree she had ever seen. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, stripping small bits of bark from the tree at her back to make a small fire, Y/N wondered what or who she might meet sneaking out of her house every once in a while. SD/N was a hunter, someone who believed in the supernatural enough to want them extinct, and psychotically controlling. Y/N had not been allowed out of her house since she was 10, six years ago. She had no friends, no one outside her mom and SD/N, and no escape.

The airborne embers floating off the fire broke Y/N out of her thoughts.

A sound like laboured, pant-like breathing found its way into Y/N’s ears. It was not human, whatever it was, and it was getting closer by the minute. But, having grown up constantly in the proximity of her vile stepdad, Y/N could hardly believe anything was worse than his temper tantrums. She had learned, over time, to fight back. First it was dirty, fist-in-face brawling that left them both worse for wear. Then came knife fighting and guns and chemicals. The older she got, the more Y/N fought back. As her stepdad’s thirst for blood grew, so did her arsenal of weaponry and combat experience.

The panting sound came closer ever-so-slowly. As it did, a shape began to appear in her view. It was a small-ish wolf, almost as tall as she was sitting, hunched and shaking with the cold. There were no wolves in Beacon Hills, none in the state of California as a whole, but somehow there one was mere metres from her. It saw her, not just with its nose, but finally its eyes. The wolf trembled. Somewhere in her, she knew he felt cold. An extreme, freezing cold. Gently, Y/N held out her thickly gloved hands to the wolf. The wolf growled but still came closer, intrigued.

“It’s ok,” Y/N cooed, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”  She thought for a moment, then added, “Well, I won’t if you won’t, ok?”

The wolf padded nearer, clearly fascinated by her gloved hands but wary of the fire. Noticing his apprehension, Y/N quickly doused the fire in snow, putting it out completely. “There, all gone. No fire, see? Nothing to be afraid of,” she said softly.

After a moment he was within touching range. Y/N studied him. His eyes were a dazzling yellow. His fur a soft grey blue. Y/N couldn’t resist anymore. She reached out, hand brushing his fur. He didn’t move away, didn’t flinch, just watched her warily. “You’re cold, aren’t you?” Y/N asked softly, “Very cold, very very cold. I can help with that, if you’ll let me.”

She stripped more bark off the tree, built up the fire, and set it alight. The wolf seemed to like the warmth of the fire. He came closer than before, snuggling up beside her. She rubbed his fur this way and that, trying to use friction to warm him. Slowly he relaxed into her. But then he started changing. His limbs spread out, stretching and morphing into human limbs. Luckily, he was fully clothed. The hair receded into his skin and in the split second he realised he wasn’t a wolf any longer, he jumped to his feet from where his head had been rested lightly on her thigh and hightailed into the woods without a backward glance. Y/N watched him go. Then she thought to herself, walking back in the direction of her house. She wanted to see him again, the werewolf. She wanted to meet his pack, if he had one, and warn them about her stepdad. Most of all, she wanted to go to school and meet people, to have friends for once.

Days full of constant arguing and foot-stomping and threats passed, and finally Y/N was allowed to attend school. SD/N had taken a lot of convincing, which meant M/N giving reason after reason just for him to shut it down instantly, until he cracked and agreed. “She can go to school IF she agrees to come straight home every day without exception,” he barked, ignoring the fact Y/N was in the room.

“Fine~” Y/N relented, huffing in a way she knew would drive him up the wall, and marching down the hall to what her mom called her ‘torture chamber’ of a room. Tomorrow she would be getting a phone, books and pens for school purposes only. It was enough to make her hope for a breath of freedom.

Y/N slept easy that night, the sound of her stepdad’s angers drowned out by her sense of calm.

The next morning, she woke up in her own time, completely unaffected by the world around her. It was Tuesday already, but it didn’t matter to Y/N. Every day was just another day, since she’d finished every lesson from elementary to high school in just over 3 years after beginning homeschooling. She breezed through the morning, excited to go shopping and buy herself independence. Luckily, her mom wanted to go with her, so the two of them set out midmorning to get supplies. The local mall was packed with people of all kinds, new people for Y/N to meet. She walked into the electronics and film store, where her mom checked out phones they could track, and straight to the printer half of the store. Y/N browsed the shelves, going up and down aisles absent-mindedly, her thoughts on the wolf from a week ago. Whispers from some kids around her age an aisle over caught her attention. “Yeah, but you should’ve seen Liam, Stiles, he was terrified of her!” said a soft-ish male voice.

“He said she didn’t even react when he shifted! That means she’s used to supernatural things,” replied another voice, probably ‘Stiles’, “And she’s new. Which could be a good thing.”

“Or she could be a murderous rampant, or a hunter, or…”

Y/N rounded the corner and found two brunette boys huddled over professional cameras, staring embarrassedly at her. “Hey, I’m new here,” she said, smiling brightly, “Y/N Y/L/N. And you are?”

She held out a hand to shake. The taller of the two took it almost immediately, shaking profusely. “Stiles Stilinski. This idiot here is my best friend, Scott McCall.”

“Hi, I’m Scott,” said the other, deciding to smile and wave instead of shake hands.

Just then, her mom found them standing awkwardly in the middle of the aisle. She came rushing over, throwing the phone into a plastic bag over her shoulder, and smiled widely at the boys. “Making friends   , are we?” she asked, wrapping Y/N in a side hug that said, ‘we’ve really gotta move c’mon’. “Well, it’s nice to meet you two, but this little demon and I’ve gotta rush off. Big first day at school tomorrow and everything.”

“Oh, what year are you in, Y/N?” Scott asked, tilting his head.

“Freshman,” she replied, shrugging.

“Cool.”

Her mom tugged her towards the exit, so the three new acquaintances said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Before she was fully out of earshot, however, Y/N heard the two friends whisper-shout “dude that’s her!” to each other. Y/N grinned.

The next day Y/N was marched into the school by her mom and stepdad. He was all business, ready to get her off his hands as quickly as possible. They checked timetabling and classes, choosing to forego a school tour in favour of getting her to her first lesson ASAP.

Chemistry was a breeze. It was her forte, her favourite subject of all time and quite easy compared to the complex smoke bomb formulas she was used to devising for defence against SD/N. Then came History and Economics before lunch.

Lunch was the trickiest part of the whole school experience. She knew, from prior instances and dinner table regales by her mom, that finding a seat as the ‘new girl’ was going to be tough. She walked around, clutching her home-packed lunch to her chest like a lifeline. It occurred to her how different the many tables were from one another. There were jocks and pretty girls sitting together, nerdy kids at another table, loud pop-culture kids, and … Stiles, waving her enthusiastically over to his group. She rushed over, grateful for the escape from public ridicule. Not that many people had noticed her.

At the table were kids from varying grades, freshmen and sophomores from different classes and backgrounds. Stiles introduced her around the table, going down the list one-by-one. One kid looked familiar, but Y/N couldn’t tell where she’d seen him before until Stiles presented him as ‘Liam’. The werewolf. From the woods. It had to be him; the one Scott and Stiles had been talking about when she first met them. The way he glanced up then immediately looked away again made her even more certain it was. She sat directly across from him, pulling things out of her paper bag that made him and the kid next to him, Mason, grimace. “What. Is. That?” Mason asked, pointing with a rather disgusted look on his face at her chilli sandwich.

“A sandwich...?”

He and Liam shared a brief conversation of glances, then Mason tugged Y/N to her feet and marched her back into the school cafeteria into the lunch line. Liam trailed after them like an attention-starved puppy. There was a guy in the line one in front of them who looked about their age to Y/N. He smiled at her when they caught eyes, but she couldn’t tell if it was a kind smile or the kind of smile that terrified people. Maybe a bit of both.

“You’re the new kid, aren’t you?” he asked, holding out a hand, “Theo Raeken, a pleasure.”

‘Y/N,” she replied, reaching to shake. Liam did what Mason moved to do – knock her hand away. She turned to glare at him in shock and made a face of contempt, which surprisingly caused a reaction in Liam. He looked away and stepped back, turning and walking back to the table outside. Mason positioned himself in between Y/N and Theo. “You’ve gotta try the fries, girl,” he said, trying and succeeding in drawing her attention back to himself. “Everything else is disgusting; but the fries? Chef’s kiss. And the pizza on Fridays. Only on Fridays though, any other day is veggie pizza.”

“Oh wow, ok,” Y/N said, scooping fries onto her platter with the ladle-like spoon, “Good to know. Don’t bring lunch on Fridays.”

“Uh, more like don’t bring lunch. Ever,” he shot back, smiling coyly, “Tuna and mustard with what? Rocket leaves? Double ew.”

Y/N chuckled, picking a juice box off the 3-layer stack and planting it on her tray and shrugged. “It’s my mom’s family recipe,” she mused, “Apparently. Though she didn’t start using it until SD/N moved in.”

Mason hurried to catch up, grinning like he’d just won the lottery. “The mystery girl finally spills,” he sighed, sliding in beside Liam before Y/N could, putting a gap between them, “He your stepdad or something? Mom’s boyfriend?”

“Legally, my stepdad. He’s more of a step-monster, though. Not a nice guy,” she revealed.

“Oof, so no groupie sleep overs then, huh?” Stiles chimed from the other end of the table, “Tough luck, Liam.”

“Yeah no,” Y/N replied, taking a bite of the fries, “Mine is not a… person-friendly household.”

She watched the flaming red blush fade slowly from Liam’s cheeks. Suddenly his head snapped up from his food, and he caught her eye. His stare said, ‘I know what you’re hiding’.  She turned away.

That afternoon was the only time she went home straight after school.

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Fandoms will argue who is the best character and this fandom is just there like "Newt😎"

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Reblog if you're a writer who re-reads their own work for funsies.

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Would anyone be interested in a weird Liam Dunbar x bestfriend/anchor fanfic??

It'll be entirely out of canon, probably with massive inaccuracies (I haven't watched TW in a while cos I can't), but I'll write it. If people wish, that is.

Im currently living in the eye of a cyclone, so it probably won't be posted for ages, but I'll write it as best I can.

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Gladers (TMR x OC)

Calis was running for her life. She could see Minho up ahead, closer to the doors than she was, but still miles away. It was the farthest they had ever gone into the maze before, the farthest Calis had run in weeks. She pumped oxygen around her body with deep gulps through her mouth, and snorted out the carbon dioxide with a grunt like an ox. She could hear Grievers sprinting down maze pathways towards the best friends - hot on her tail - shrieking and groaning as per usual. She was far enough ahead. She would make it.

Suddenly, the frenzy of Grievers burst from the dead end opening she had just passed. They gave chase like a pack of gormless dogs running into walls and each other in their desperation to pounce. Calis didn’t turn around. She was far enough ahead. She would make it. Minho didn’t seem to think so. He was calling out to her from ahead, yelling and waving her forward. Her muscles pumped with the effort of catching up to him. The Grievers were making him antsy and she knew he wanted more than anything to sprint off again, but he wouldn’t leave the Keeper behind. “Calis, c’mon!” he yelled, beckoning like crazy, “The door’s closing, we gotta go!”

There was talking; murmuring and yelling; at the door. She could hear them, the Gladers, wondering where she was. ‘What is taking them so long?’ they were thinking, ‘She’s never been this late before.’ Calis heard the shrieks of Grievers behind her, the grating sounds of two gigantic stone slabs sliding towards each other, felt the ground-shaking thumps as they bounced off the maze walls.

It was a loud crack sound that was different. She had never heard that before. Miles ahead, Minho stopped and stared. Then he started running. A dread cold ran through Calis. Up above, a rock twice her size was tumbling from the high wall beside her. “SOMEONE GET ALBY AND NEWT!” hollered Minho, still moving in what seemed to be slow motion toward her. His voice sounded slurred to Calis. She stopped, confused about her surroundings.

A deafening crack, followed by a shriek, silenced the Glade.

Calis awoke with a start, sitting stark upright in her bottom bunk. The dream, memory really, floated millimetres in front of her subconscious. Her once-shattered kneecaps ached with the ghost of pain. Slowly she remembered where she was; still in the Glade as per usual. If she didn’t get up soon she would be harassed by Minho and maybe even Newt to get her up. She pushed herself up, to the edge of the bed, and then onto her own two feet. The scars around her knee areas were white as ever when she noticed them, forever knobbly and odd looking. She’d graduated past crutches and could officially walk on her own after 2-ish years’ recovery.

A knock sounded on the bark-and-mud door. “Coming!” she yelled, quickly pulling a shirt over her nightclothes. She could walk almost fluidly now, and did so to reach the door, where Newt was, in fact, waiting for her. He smiled at her, walking off in front while she tagged along. “A new Greenie’s coming up in the box,” he mused, his strong accent a common comfort, “Your next pet project, eh?”

Calis smiled. His words brought back the memory she had just woken from dreaming up. Since her accident had left her almost immobile for a good 6 months, she had given the role of Keeper of the Runners to Minho, and taken on the life of a Caretaker.

Minho met them near the box. He wore a worried glare, one that told her he would gladly put his life on the line to keep her away from the maze. She’d seen him use the same face on Greenies with only a few weeks' knowledge of the Glade. “You’re up late,” he grunted, hands on his leather vest as they usually were.

“Good morning to you too,” she sighed, bumping shoulders with her best friend, “It’s Greenie day, smile a little.”

He flashed her a sarcastic smile, which turned to concern as she wobbled over some uneven ground. His arm darted out to catch her waist, but she pushed him off and walked on her own. The box rose as it did every month or so, filled with ample supplies to last a little over a month if they tried hard enough and a new Greenie for training.

Newt jumped down into the box with the new kid, another boy like always, and quietly woke him. What followed was a little chaos and a lot of arguing.

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A mother's love - Bruce Wayne x Reader, BatMum!Reader, Batfam x reader

[Part 1]

Damian Wayne wasn't a problem child. Definitely not. He wasn't hanging off chandeliers (that was Dick), dying (Jason), running a crime ring (also Jason), hacking government seals (Tim), wasting his life on a caffeine addiction (mostly Tim, but sometimes Cass), or at all bothering his family. So it was very surprising to his step-mother, Y/N Y/L/N-Wayne, when he stormed into her room seemingly mid-tantrum. "It's stupid. Absurd. Maddening, even," grumbled the young heir, flopping onto Y/N's four-poster bed, "It's unthinkable, making me do something I do not wish to do."

Y/N spun around in her desk chair, smiling slightly while also concerned. "Those are some pretty big words," she observed light-heartedly, "What's so 'unthinkable', Damian? Who's making you do something you don't want to?"

Damian practically leapt into her arms when she sat down beside him, still grumbling that "it wasn't ethical". But Y/N had no idea what 'it' was, and only a minute later she was following him out into the corridor with an extremely confused expression glued to her face.

She found Tim leant against the wall next to her bedroom door, arms crossed and wearing a somewhat bemused grimace. "What's he crying over?" she asked, "Something absurd, I gathered, but he didn't say what."

"Uhh, Thalia wants to have him for a week, but the lil sh-t doesn't wanna go," Tim explained, a tinge of mischief in his voice.

"I thought he adored Thalia!" Y/N exclaimed in pure disbelief, "Heck, even I adore her! And I'm just a superfan!"

Tim chuckled lightly, still grinning. At the exact same time, Duke appeared from the opposite direction Damian had gone. He too leaned against the wall and grimaced. "He interrupted my daily Animal Crossing Island Tour just to fret about leaving you for a week," Duke sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets.

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THE FIC IS FINISHED

Yes that's right, I finished 'The Misfit Gang' over on wattpad! If y'all want to read it and don't wanna wait for updates on Tumblr, check it out: https://www.wattpad.com/1381260173-the-misfit-gang-slytherin-gang-ff-welcome

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Currently writing a book of oneshots and imagines from multiple fandoms over on Wattpad (cringe, I know). Message me if you have a specific request, I can do almost anything! Just gotta be clear what you want first. Also, here's a list of fandoms I *definitely* write for, in case you don't know:

I write for: *Harry Potter *One Piece *Teen Wolf *Riverdale *The Maze Runner *Marvel *DC