#like ty just loves saying kit's name

[wikitpowers]

i just thought about how cute it would be if ty asked kit “why would i call you ‘baby’ when ur name is so pretty?” (ft. kit herondale B L U S H I N G like a damsel in distress) 😳

[urfavlarry]

i love your sbg content!!!! if you’d like, could i request some ben and tyler hcs (separate) of the reader helping them calm down when they’re pissed at something? im a sucker when angry characters are soft for only certain people. bonus points for gentle hugs and kisses

Tyler & Ben (seperate) x gn!reader

summary: reader helps them calm down after they got pissed off because someone talked shit about reader behind readers back

warnings: swearing, bad grammar, violence, mentions of bl00d

A/N: hope this makes sense i wrote this at 1am so sorry if its shitty😭

Tyler Hernández

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School fights. Typical American high school movie type of shit, but today just had to be one of those days where it happened. You were walking to the front gate of the school when a crowd started to form and a series of ‘oohs’ and cheers were heard. It wouldn’t have interested you if you hadn’t caught your boyfriends name in that crowd. You run over and push through the people and see your boyfriend fighting your friend. You and some other person pull them away from each other, both of them beat up, well the other person a bit more. You pull Tyler by the arm and you hear curses aimed at you and Tyler; “Pussy!” “Booo!” You ignore them and hold Tylers hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of it. You walk in silence, only Tylers huffing and heavy breathing being heard. He was looking anywhere but you, too angry to even speak.

You unlock your house and drag him to the bathroom upstairs. You sit him down on the edge of the bath tub and you crouch and open the cabinet, taking out the first aid kit. You glance over at him, his leg bouncing like it was running on electricity. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” You ask softly as you start your clean the blood from his nose and lip, making him hiss in pain. He stays silent for a while as if he was thinking or trying to find the right words to explain the situation.

You wait patiently for him to sort it out in his head and play with his hair while sitting in his lap, softly kissing the spots that were bruised. He pulls you closer and hugs you, his face buried in your chest, mumbling swears and incoherent sentences. You rub his back and hum, knowing that mostly calms him down. He looks up at you, his gaze softening. “You ready to tell me what happened baby?” He nods and you smile, kissing his forehead. He looks away and speaks in a hushed tone; “They were.. spreading shitty things about you, so I defended you.” He says and frowns, looking guilty. “But they fucking deserved it fucking hijo de puta—” You kiss his lips to stop his rambling and his shoulders relax, kissing you back. You smile into the kiss as his hands wander down to your waist, squeezing it gently. You pull away, putting your forehead against his; “Ty, I’m glad you protected me but you don’t need to beat people up for it.” He huffs, quickly snapping back; “But—” You place your finger on his soft lips, shushing him; “No buts, you shouldn’t fight people, I don’t like seeing you hurt.” He cups your cheek and smirks up at you.

“I’d kill for you princesa.” He looks at you lovingly and pulls you into another passionate kiss.

Ben Clark

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You and the group were aware of Bens “anger issues” ever since the day you saw Logan getting bullies by Barron. You were well aware of how things like bullying triggered him so you tried to keep him away from things like that along with Aiden, who was always there to calm him down. Today Aiden wasn’t there, leaving you to deal with an angry Ben. Not that you minded but you never really calmed him down. You pull him away quickly from the fight, making him thrash around and he hits you right in the nose. You hiss in pain but drag him to the schools ‘abandoned’ bathroom. You take out some bandages and tampons, wrapping his bleeding knuckles with the bandages and clean off the blood from his lip with the tampon. He huffs, breathing heavily and his legs tremble. You finish cleaning him and gently pull him into a hug, playing with his hair. He breathes in your scent and seemingly relaxes wrapping his arms around your stomach, pulling you into his lap.

You sat there for a bit, humming the tune of his favorite song and pull away, kissing his cheek, forehead and finally his soft lips. You intended it to be a quick peck on the lips but he pulled you right back, kissing you with a bit more force. You pull away for breath and he hides his face in the crook of your neck. The bells rings but you guys stay seated on the floor of the bathroom. “Can you tell me what happened my love?” You say softly and kiss his cheek. He carefully take put his phone his head still rested against your chest, typing something on his phone.He hands you the phone after he finishes and you read it, making sure to not leave out even a single detail. “Your new friend the one you met in your volleyball class, she was saying some mean shit about you and I just snapped.”

You nod and lift his head up to look at you; “I’m really glad you stood up for me but you know you shouldn’t beat people up. I know it’s harder for you and I promise to help you through it okay?” You say with a smile and kiss his nose. You rub his back soothingly and he just fiddles with his fingers, obviously nervous. You grab his hands and kiss his knuckles, making him smile and you notice just the slightest hint of blush on his cheeks. You guys talk for the rest of the class you skipped in the bathroom and after the last bell rang you went home. You board the bus and sit down next to him and let him sleep for the rest of the bus ride. You both shared headphones and listened to your shared playlist that slowly lulled you to sleep.

[scuderiasundays]

chili’s angels

summary: carlos can’t say no to his little girls, leaving him with some explaining to do on media day + a little insta au at the end 🌶️

words: 806

a/n: this one was in my drafts for a while but i brought it out for @thatsdemko and all the dad! carlos girlies out there. i know there are a lot of you! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

When Y/N found out she was pregnant with twin girls, Carlos was over the moon. He had been raised by a vivacious mother and alongside two sisters, who despite driving him mad as a child, had become his closest confidantes. Carlos stopped wearing the Tom Ford cologne you once loved when it started to trigger your nausea. He rushed to a nearby drive-through at midnight solely to satisfy your craving for fries and a milkshake. And when your shoelaces needed tying, he was always there to help.

“I feel like I’m asking way too much of you,” you spoke. He smiled and gently caressed your growing belly. "Never, mi amor. Taking care of you and our girls is my purpose now," he said tenderly. "You're an amazing mom already, and I can't wait to see our daughters grow up with the same strength and love that you have."

You had held off on naming the twins because you strongly felt you owed it to your daughters to meet them and get an actual feel for their energies. Together, you spent an evening brainstorming a list of potential names, Carlos voicing a particular preference for their names starting with the same letter. Labor proved to be more challenging than anyone had ever prepared you for, leaving you drained once it was over. Carlos cradled the newborns in his arms, softly uttering their names, "Melina" and "Mila," while his gaze shifted from one little face to the other.

Flash forward, and your twin daughters thought the world of their dad. You loved getting to see Carlos in a new light, your love for him only growing as you watched him interact with your girls. "Can we go outside and play? Please!" Melina and Mila were like the Energizer Bunny times two on the rare weekends when Carlos was home. Although he rarely said no to them, they were both feeling under the weather, so he shook his head. "How about we stay inside and do some drawing?" he suggested.

"Can we paint your nails? Mamá always lets us," the girls asked, their eyes widening as they edged closer to him. Carlos paused for a moment, thinking, what harm could it do? Eventually, he nodded in agreement. The girls knew exactly where their mother kept her nail polish kit and eagerly fetched the equipment. "We have Barbie pink and Ferrari red, just like our cars," Melina said, holding up the bottles with her pudgy fingers. "Mama wears the red one when we watch you drive on TV," Mila chimed in. He assumed Melina was referring to the little toy LaFerraris he had bought the girls on their birthday. He loved watching the girls as they raced in their garden, a tangible sign they had inherited his passion for cars.

"What's that thing you always say, Papá? For the Ferrari?" Mila looked up at her dad with chocolate brown eyes. "Forza Ferrari, mija," Carlos replied. Before he could even pick a color, Melina grabbed his hand and started painting his thumbnail bright red. The girls both had a hard time staying within the lines, so Carlos took it upon himself to clean up the edges. After they were done, he was instructed to place each hand under the UV lamp. He couldn’t help but wonder if the nail polish would come off easily later, but he soon noticed the excitement of being nail artists had worn the twins out. He picked them up and gently laid them down for a nap.

As Carlos boarded his flight to Hungary, he realized that his red manicure was not coming off without a fight. He absentmindedly picked at his nails, silently wishing his wife had been there to offer him the mini nail file she always carried. With media day approaching, he knew that people would definitely pick up on his vibrant nails.

"Nice nails, Carlos. Whose handiwork is this?" Natalie, a familiar face, pointed at his hands with a smile. Carlos chuckled and replied, "Oh, this masterpiece? My twin daughters painted them. I just don’t know how to say no to those two." He shrugged, shaking his head.

"Well, here they are to say hello.” The TV presenter had organized a surprise Zoom call with Y/N and Carlos' daughters, who had been nicknamed "Chili’s Angels" by his fans.

"Buenos días, mis hijas. I hope you're feeling better," he greeted them, waving at the camera. Melina proudly held up her mom's hand, showcasing her red nails. "Look! You and Mamá match now!" she exclaimed. Carlos winked at his wife, grateful for the little moment of connection despite the distance.

"Forza Ferrari, Papá!" Mila squealed, waving goodbye. “They really are my angels, all three of them,” he thought, setting off a mental countdown of days until he was back in their arms again.

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carlossainz55: life is sweeter with my angels. hope i’m making you proud 🫶🏼

yourusername: we’re so lucky to have you! you just had to choose THAT photo of mila scarfing down her pizza? clearly my genes 🍕🤤

fan1: chili’s angels merch when? i swear i will buy it ALL

landonorris: ask melly and milly who their favorite uncle is and i’ll let you by at the start on sunday!

carlossainz55: “come over, uncle lando! we can paint your nails orange.” - melina & mila sainz

anasainzvdec: the most adorable nieces an aunt could wish for ❤️

scuderiaferrari: when mila said “forza ferrari” in an interview this morning! who’s cutting the damn onions?

fan2: carlos and @yourusername are starting them off young 🥹

[wosoamazing]

First Camp

Summary: Its your first day at Matilda's camp

Warnings: None (I don't think - slight swearing but like maybe 1 word)

A/N: I can't decide whether I like this or not, but decided to post anyway, hope you like it.

As you stepped closer to the door, Steph placed her hands on your shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze something, she did quite often, something that worked every time. Kyra, Caitlin, and Sam had gone ahead, so it was just you and Steph, standing on the drive as you prepared yourself to walk into your first camp. “Steph. Y/N. Hi,” you and Steph both turned your heads to where the voice was coming from, it was Tony he was making his way over to you. “Hi Tony,” you said as you shook his hand.

“It’s great to see you Y/N, I am so excited to have you on camp, and I’m sure you will love it and all the girls will love you, we have made some adjustments to hopefully make the ease into camp easier for you” you nodded at what he is saying and smiled, he continued talking but you zoned out slightly, he was more directing his words at Steph anyway so it didn’t really matter. You were brought back to realty when you heard a phone ring, Tony got his phone from his pocket and looked down to it. “I’m sorry girls, I’ve got to take this, I look forward to talking with you more”.

“Bye Tony,” Steph said as he walked off.

You followed Steph as she walked up to the doors, she opened the doors and you walked through, the foyer was large, the back wall of the room had “Till It’s Done” plastered on it, surrounded by photos of past and present Matildas captains and vice captains, you smiled at the sight of Steph’s photo hanging on the wall. You suddenly walked into the back of Steph not realising she had stopped at a table in the middle of the room. “Oh Sorry,” you apologised to Steph after the impact.

“Don’t worry it’s all good, here take these” she handed you a pass which you assumed was your room key and a lanyard, which had your name and a photo of you on it. “Come on let’s go unpack and then we can go meet the girls” you nodded following her, she had some pieces of paper in her hand, you didn’t know what they were, but she didn’t hand any to you, so they must’ve been important captain things. The elevator ride was only a short one, and you were pleased to find that your room wasn’t too far from it. You looked at your door and then at the other doors, yours had two name plaques on it, the rest only had one.

“Um, Steph, why does this room have two names and the rest only have one?” you asked her.

“Well, we thought you wouldn’t want to be alone, and rather than you sleeping in someone’s bed with them every night because you couldn’t sleep, we decided you could share with me” she answered.

“We?” you looked at her curiously.

“Leah,” of course your sister knew you better than anyone, but you were glad that her and Steph had done this for you.

“Thank you,” you said as you gave her a cheesy grin.

“It’s all good.” She said ruffling your hair, which was a mistake as you spent the next 10 minutes redoing it rather than unpacking, but you probably would’ve redone it anyway as you had to get changed into your training kit which messed your hair up even more.

You were just about finished redoing your hair when there was a knock at the door, you turned to Steph who just sighed out “Come in, its open”.

The door opened and in walked Sam “Oh, we have another hair model I see” the girls chuckled at Sam’s joke, which must’ve been an inside joke, as Steph stuck the bits of paper she had previously been carrying up on the wall just near the door, turns out they were just the daily timetable and the camp schedule along with some other pieces of information. After you finished tying your ribbon you looked at the two older girls.

“Good to go?” they asked. “Yep,” you were about to walk out of the door when you remembered you needed something “Hang on,” you said ducking under Steph’s arm, and going back into the room, only a few seconds later you re-emerged.

“Lucky you remembered that because I totally forgot” Steph said surprised you were the one to remember something.

“What is it?” Sam asked.

“It’s my Epi-Pen, I was told I had to give it to Dave at the start of my first training session, I have another one in my bag though, and apparently the medics have some too” you explained. You’ve never actually had to use your Epi-Pens before the only reaction you had was the first one but as it was severe it had been drilled into you since you were little that you must always have them with you and make sure others knew where they were, so now informing others had just become habit. “I’m allergic to bees, and also maybe wasps, but we don’t know that because I’ve never been stung by one” you continued, both girls amused by the fact you were happily talking to Sam.

“Let’s keep it that way, hey” Sam said as you nodded.

You were sat in the dining room between Steph and Sam. Alanna, Macca, Caitlin, and Hayley were also sat at the same table as you. You listened to the conversation the girls were having, every now and then you spoke, but you mostly sat there, listening, and eating. It was all quite peaceful and calm until Steph had a realisation. “Shit did you bring your computer and school stuff?” she blurted out, panic painted all over her face. You had indeed brought your school stuff knowing Leah would kill you if you didn’t, but you decided you wanted to have some fun, so instead of answering her with a yes, you turned to face her, your mouth sat slightly open as you held a mixed facial expression trying to combine deer in the headlights, worried and shocked. Much to your amusement she fell for it, “Fuck, Leah is going to kill me, that was like the number one thing on her list, in big bold letters.”

“She gave you a list?” you said trying to hold it all together, but you could no longer hide it and burst out laughing.

“Oh, you little menace. If you keep that up, you won’t be the favourite anymore”. Steph uttered as she jokingly hit you on the arm.

“Ha! told you I was the favourite Kyra,” you shouted across the room. “Steph you lied” Kyra cried back in response.

“That was a good one,” Sam said as the two of you high fived.

“Wait, you’re still in school?” Macca questioned, you nodded.

“How old are you?” Hayley asked “Um, 16”, your answer was followed by a few gasps and wows.

“Your good, like I knew you were good, we’ve played you in the WSL and stuff, but that means you’re really good, like player of the generation good.” You blushed at Alanna’s comment.

“Yeah, I know, she was on fire last night, had more attempts than me, somehow managed to get pass Millie more times than I got pass her sister. I told her in the airport that if I wasn’t careful, she might take my spot in the starting line-up” Sam replied, as the room goes silent due to Tony’s presences up the font. Once she realised, she quickly shut up and faced Tony.

“Thank you Sam” He said just like every teacher you ever meet had said when someone got caught for talking before he continued “Hello everyone and welcome back to camp, glad to see it is as chaotic as always, I can see some of you have already meet our new face and are allowing her to settle in quite well but I’d officially like to welcome and introduce Y/F/N Williamson to you all, and yes she did choose us over the Lionesses and we are very grateful for that but please no further questions surrounding that. I just wanted to let you know that since we have Y/N joining us and it has been a while since our last one, we will be doing fitness testing tomorrow which I know you all love” everyone groaned except for you who let out a little yay.

“Did I just hear a yay?” one of the training staff stood up as he said it.

“It came from this one,” Sam said as she pointed at you, rolling her eyes.

“Oh, well I already like you.” He replied giving you a kind smile.

Tony continued talking for a little while, once he had finished all the girls went out to train but as you, Sam, Kyra, Caitlin, and Steph had only just arrived this morning you were allowed to relax the whole day, some of the staff came over to introduce themselves to you and you chatted with them before lunch. After lunch you sat in the gym watching the girls train as you chatted some of their ears off, before they all had to leave to have showers, but they quickly re-joined you and the others in the dining room for diner where you continued to talk to all of them. After dinner you sat in the common room hanging out with all the girls and before you knew it you were lying in your bed saying “Good Night” to Steph.

“So did you like your first day?” Steph questioned, as she walked out of the bathroom and climbed into her bed.

“Yes, it was amazing” you said, nodding eagerly with a gigantic grin on your face.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Night, see you in the morning” Steph said whilst she turned the lamp off, and no more than five minutes later you were out like a light, still grinning from your amazing day.

[queenie-blackthorn]

nothing sets me crying more than reading the teasers for the wicked powers/the black volume of the dead, so why not overanalyze them and wish for death in the process (i got all of them from the page on fandom)

❗️spoilers ahead ❗️

he kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. five kisses, five words. his last.

no 🫶🫶 (im hoping this is a flashback gurl plz i hope its not the ‘lightwood death in each series’ thing coming after my life)

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"oh, god, the lovebirds," magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. "i hate happy couples."

this could be anything tbh but prolly gonna be in tbvotd

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belatedly, she realized something else. "do you... have anything?"

he didnt seem to have recovered from her last comment. "but do you mean - wait, do i have what?"

she slitted her eyes at him. "something important."

"like what? the phone number for the white house?" a moment later, under her withering glare, realization dawned. "oh." his was the expression of someone who has run out of gas in the middle of the desert, miles from help. "i..."

there are literally zero names in this one but i think its gonna be smth w dru and jaime (maybe the eternidad ??) but i swear if it turns out to be a joke imma flip a table

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"what if i just love you? what if i love you but i never touch you or talk about it, what would happen then?"

i think this might happen after a conversation between kit and ty where either kit says “its too dangerous to love me” or “i dont love you” and then ty replies w this

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"well, its a bit ironic, isnt it?"

"what do you mean?"

"all that effort to convince you i wasnt in love with you, and here i am, dying in your arms."

this is gonna kill me i just know it, but i have a feeling its gonna be kit saying the first and third lines and hes talking to ty, and then i can imagine it saying “dont say that,” ty said furiously

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his face crumpled. "he hates me," he said. "all i do is love him, but he hates me, he just hates me, i dont know why."

clearly gonna be ty talking about kit (to either livvy or dru ???)

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there was nothing less sexy than an angry-looking cat on your bed.

okay this is 100% magnus’s pov in tbvotd 💀💀

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"actually, its short for maximum lightwood," said magnus. "as in the most amount of lightwood you can have."

… no comment. actually, yea i do have smth to say. i love magnus.

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"no one who loved you would want you to sacrifice your own happiness."

if we’re going by the thing where kit doesnt want ty to love him for his safety, then someone is gonna say this to kit for sure

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alec was beginning to understand how the slings and arrows of fortune and history had shaped magnus and made him what he was. it was a delightful sort of discovery, as getting to know magnus always had been. magnus was probably the one person in the world who'd never bored him.

im craving more malec scenes please dear god

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"i was thinking about monogrammed towels," said isabelle.

"my name is going to be simon lewis lovelace lightwood," said simon. "no monogrammed towels."

first off, i forgot that simon wants to take isabelles last name

second, his initials are technically S.L.L.L oh my lord

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it was late, and someone was trying to break into the high warlock of brooklyn’s apartment.

​magnus bane, the high warlock in question, felt this behavior was rash and foolish. he’d been passed out on his still-made bed, too exhausted to slip under the burgundy and emerald sheets, or even take off his robe, when he heard the noise of his window sliding open. he was grateful for the robe. he felt it would be demoralizing to face housebreakers in nothing but silk pajama bottoms.

​also, the housebreakers had done nothing to deserve such a sight.

seeing magnus bane in nothing but silk pajama bottoms is the stuff of dreams

jokes (even tho i meant it with full seriousness) aside, this is definitely gonna be the opening lines of tbvotd. if it turns out to not be, i will never show my face in public again because of how sure i am right now

[weird-is-life]

omg i saw that you’re requests are open!! 🤍

i had an idea about a reader slowly learning about tasm!peter tell when he’s lying and that’s how she finds out he’s injured/spider-man. reader’s smart, he can’t it from them forever!

hope you’re doing well!! 🤍 no rush on this at all.

Hi lovely, ty for the request💕!! Hopefully, this is okay. Warnings: Peter's hurt, mentions of wound and blood, pet names, fluff, (0.8k)

Peter thinks, he's very slick. And maybe it's true with most of the people, but not with you. Never with you.

Peter has this tell, he scrunches his nose everytime he lies. It's not very obvious, but if you know about it and pay attention, you can notice it.

And that's how you know, Peter's trying to hide something now.

You are both sitting on the couch and Peter keeps breathing funnily. It sounds like he's trying to breath like he normally would, but he's failing very badly to do that.

You asked him, what was wrong, when you thought, you saw him wince. But he said, that nothing is wrong and you didn't want to push him, so you let it go.

And now as you watch a movie, you are leaning against his chest, he has his arm around your shoulder and everytime you move, even if just a little, Peter winces quietly.

You finally have enough and turn to face Peter with a frown," Pete, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean? Nothing is wrong, I'm okay," he lies and you see right through him. The little scrunch of his nose is hard to miss for you.

"I know, you're lying, Peter. Your wincing and your breathing tell me enough to know, that something is wrong," you tell him, frowning.

"Sweetheart-" he starts, but you don't let him, you stand up from the frustration and look at him, maybe a little angrily.

He tries to catch your arm, but you put it out of his reach and by doing so Peter winces again from the pain and puts a hand over his side.

You sigh, you don't like seeing him in pain, "Peter, you know, you can tell me anything right? I know you're hurt and it's okay, if you don't want tell me now. Just....just let me take a look at it?"

Peter thinks it over and slowly nods. You quickly go grab the first aid kit and when you come back Peter's right where you left him.

And before you have the chance to pull up his hoodie, he catches your hand.

"Sorry," he apologises," I just....it's pretty bad, I don't want you to freak out."

"It's okay Pete, I promise," you reassure him and you gently start pulling his hoodie up. But as you roll it up, your eyes widen. He has a huge gash almost all over his side. But that isn't what has you choking on the air.

Under the hoodie you can see the remnants of what you know as the suit of Spiderman. It doesn't look a lot like it right now, it's very ripped apart, but it still very much is the Spiderman's suit.

"What the fuck, Peter?" you ask with absolute shock.

He looks at you in confusion, "wha-" he starts to say, when he realises what you're currently looking at.

"Shit," he mutters under his breath and looks at you with a small, unsure smile and a nervously chuckles, "I'm Spiderman?"

You stay frozen in an absolute shock,  wide eyes and mouth wide open. It takes you a good moment to recover and react to what you've just learnt.

When you finally do react, you hit him ( lightly) on the arm.

"Ouch, what was that for?" Peter complains as he rubs the slightly sore spot.

"I can't believe you, Pete. You've been going around the city, catching crazy criminals without telling me? You're such an idiot," you glare at him.

Peter's face softens, "i know, I'm sorry sweetheart. I wanted to tell you, believe me I did. But I didn't want to put you in danger."

And when you don't immediately respond, he takes your hand into his and says regretfully, "I'm really sorry, love. Please don't me mad. But I understand, if you are. I'm sorry."

You take one look at his sorry, puppy eyes and he's forgiven. It's impossible to stay mad at him, you can never be angry with him for too long.

"It's okay, Pete. I'm just worried, like look at you," you say and pull his hand in yours towards your lips to kiss him there.

"It looks worse than it is," Peter tries to lighten the mood and knowing he's forgiven, he can't stop smiling at you.

"Worse than it is? It looks horrible," you gesture intensively at the gash.

"It'll heal in no time."

"What? It'll take at least a month to heal," you shake your head in disbelief.

"It'll be okay by the morning," Peter says and seeing your baffled expression, he adds, "I'll explain it. And everything else, too. Just give me a kiss first, please sweetheart?"

"What? Peter, you're almost bleeding to death here and you want me to kiss you-" Peter interrupts your worry and bends down to shut you up. With his lips on yours, you are quick to comply and kiss him back.

Peter doesn't want to let you go anytime soon, even if he really should let you at least clean up the wound. He decides the wound can wait and kisses you some more.

[spacehero-23]

TSC as The Tortured Poets Departament 🪶📜🤍

Ngl, some of them were really hard and some clicked right away. But i’m pretty proud of it. Let me know what you think! 

Fortnite - Matthew Fairchild - I love you, it’s ruining my life

The Tortured Poets Departament - James and Cordelia  

My boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys - Charles and Alastair

Down Bad - Kit and Ty

So Long, London - Robert and Maryse

But Daddy I Love Him - Annabel - "Stay away from her" The saboteurs protested too much

Fresh Out the Slammer - James Herondale - Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

Florida!!! - Matthew Fairchild - Love left me like this and I don't want to exist. So take me to Florida

Guilty as Sin? - Julian and Emma - What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? - Annabel Blackthorn - Then say they didn't do it to hurt me. But what if they did?

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - Valentine and Jocelyn

loml - Amatis Greymark 

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart - Izzy Lightwood - The lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night" I can show you

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived - James Herondale - And I don't even want you back, I just want to know If rusting my sparkling summer was the goal

The Alchemy - Thomas and Alastair - 'Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me. Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

Clara Bow - Kit Herondale - “What kind of Herondale will you be? William or Tobias? Stephen or Jace? Beautiful, bitter, or both?”

The burden of being a Herondale. All those names you have to live up to.  Live up to the legend of Jace Herondale, the boy with the angel blood. Live up to James Herondale, the son your mother lost. See all the ways you’re similar, and all the ways you're not. Live up to the expectation of being the Lost Heir and live the burden that comes with that. And remember that one day another Herondale will come and they might feel the same way about you.

This was really fun! And i am planning on making part with The Anthology 🤍

[bunnybunbun0]

Boyfriend Cass headcanos!

Pairing: Castiel X reader

Warnings: based when little feathered lovie fell and became human

A/N: I wanna really get back on my feet when it comes to writing this year (happy new year's by the way!!) And what better way to start than headcanos? Not proofread and typed on my phone so probably much typos!

• I wanna start ou saying how adorable it would be helping him out to understand humanity!

• Just imagine in the morning he asking you for help to start the toaster cause he have no idea how but he knows he likes his bread toasted!

• once he got the hang of it better tho he would spoil you as best as he could with his limited skills and his clumsiness

• he'd make you a pbj every single time he makes one for himself,cause if he feels hungry he bet you does too

• becoming human would also make him so much more empathetic than he already is when it comes to you being hurt

•the tiniest scratch on you and he's fumbling with the first aid kit

•would be the CEO of taking care of you when you're on your period! Makes sure you drink plenty of water,gives you medicine for your cramps and eagerly massages every teensy part of your body

•confused anytime you make and obscure pop culture reference, giving you a more than glad excuse to introduce him to some of your favourite films

•i know this man loves gossip,so fill him in on every little drama happening everywhere,would listen to you babble about celebrity drama for hours

•when everything was set and he came back to the bunker he was sharing a room with you,and it was just an angelical drop on your girly room

• so you took him to a target to let him get a piece of decoration to make it sure it's his room too! He chose a bee plushie cause he's still fascinated by them<3

• honey would be his pet name for you,he thinks it's classic and still sustains his love for bees and for you

• your kisses are the only thing to make him relax when he's nervous or overthinking,he loves forehead kisses more than anything!

• he doesn't have much things but loves sharing what he has with you

• he's a true gentleman and always let you use his trenchcoat when it's windy

•loves loves loves holding hands!

• he loves being in contact with nature so expect a lot of outdoor dates like picnics or hikes

•is ridiculously gentlemanly, opens car doors for you,grabs your hands when you're coming down the stairs, and things like that

• his biggest role models to be a good boyfriend are things like really old black and white romances and radio novels

• as much as he doesn't say so he misses his angel days dearly,so the way to compensate it is telling you every single story of his celestial days

• he gives you a feather of his wings like a prized possession,as a reminder he'll always be with you with powers or not

•OMG WHEN HE DISCOVERS WHAT A CUDDLE IS!!! you're obligated to sleep flushed to his chest every night or else he wont have a good night sleep

•if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or have a glass of water he will just follow you and wait for you staring at you like a cat with his sleepy eyes

• I feel like one day out of the blue he'll just randomly ask you to marry him

• when got confused and startled by his question he just said he thought that's what he did when humans loved each other

•long story short as soon as there's not an impending apocalypse you plan on tying the knot!

•the time of most happiness in his millenniums of life having a domestic life with you was his favourite thing

[groversimp]

Hey! First ever request, can i ask for a Luke Castellan x male reader where reader is an ill son of Ares and Luke nurses him back to health? Thank you lovely!!

Sorry, I Can’t Take Your Touch

YEARNING!!!

Ty for your patience anon!!

Warnings: stab wounds, slow burn, tension so hot it could burn someone, Luke, slightly suggestive?

This is post-betrayal, you’re a part of Kronos’ army

“I don’t need your help, Castellan.”

Those were the first words to come out of your mouth as Luke approached you with a first-aid kid, his darkened eyes glare down at you. You suck in a breath as you sit up from the blood-stained cot.

“Yes, you do, Y/L/N.” Luke’s voice is rough from the day of battle- screaming commands and demands. Anyone else would think he still looks confident, but you can see the exhaustion in his eyes. ‘He knows what he’s doing, this is his rebellion’ you tell yourself, if you were anyone but yourself you might believe your words. You know Luke, so much more than you know yourself even.

“No-“ You said, kicking a leg out to shove him away as he walks towards you. He dodges your attack with a swift step.

Leaning on the cot, his knee rests on your leg as he pins you down with one arm. “Stay.” He says, your witty response dies on your tongue.

He moves his arm to grab your waist, using his other hand to open the first-aid kit. He pours some rubbing alcohol on the deep cut, ignoring your wince. With a soft grunt, he shifts and pulls you up with him.

He starts to wrap the bandage-wrap around your mid-section, plush gauze and fluffy cotton over your wound.

“Where’d you learn this stuff, Luke?” You ask, soft words almost dying in the deep silence wracking through the room.

“These are just the basics, I picked it up from some Apollo’s kids before I left.” He says, Luke looks up at you- you’ve never called him by his first name. His eyes linger on you a beat too long, memorizing the concerned furrow of your eyebrows, the deep fire that lays beneath your eyes. Everything he loves about you. It’s like second-nature to him.

“You never learned, Y/N?” Hearing your name slip from his mouth felt so wrong yet so right, and you know you would give anything to hear him say it again.

“No,” you say. “No, I never wanted to.” Luke hums in response. After awhile of silence, he looks up at you, eyes looking over your form.

His lips are a hairbreadth away from yours, so close you can feel them but not close enough to be pressed against yours. It’s almost painful, the desire you have for him. The want, the need, to have him to yourself. To lock him away and keep him safe. Away from wars, away from commanding.

He pulls back, away from you, then stands up without a look at you.

“Rest, Y/N.” He says, voice deep and shadowed eyes not looking to you. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As he left, you sighed and fell deeper into the cot. You really should stop this before it begins.

[thefrontofmymind]

ok so i don’t know if you take requests but i love your writing and i had this idea where the reader and joseph’s daughter paints her parents’ nails or gives them a piece of jewelry and they don’t take it off so when they go out to public or a gala or something everyone goes crazy and praise their daughters work just pure fluff!!

Babysitters' Club; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)

a/n: hello nonny! thanks for the request, i changed it from daughter to niece bc i thought it would be a bit cuter but trust me, dad!joe content will be coming in the future! mwah!

SYNOPSIS: Reader and Joe babysit Reader's niece together for the first time, and she takes quite a liking to Joe

WARNINGS: kinda more fem!reader than i expected, brief mentions of anxiety, lmk if there's anything i missed!

Your place was a mess after just an hour of taking care of your five year-old niece with Joe. Of course, you were having fun and you don’t think you’d laughed as much as you did in that short sixty minutes than in the past week or so. It was a great way to take your mind off the current anxiety that plagued you–the looming anticipation of the Emmys was clouding your mind, it kind of felt like when a bathroom mirror gets all steamy after you have a hot shower, even after you wipe it down, you can never really get rid of all the condensation without being forced to wait for it to dry.

Joe knew you were a mess, he was a mess too. It’s not everyday that the show you both star in gets nominated for Outstanding Drama Series, meaning the entire cast becomes required to attend the ceremony, as well as the red carpet beforehand. That’s what you shared your worries over, the carpet. It was neither of your first times being absolutely bombarded by bright, flashing lights and the seemingly hundred of reporters begging to interview you, but that didn’t make it any easier. 

You were glad you didn’t have to think about it the day of–at least not until you had to begin getting ready, but before that, it was babysitting time. Your niece had brought a selection of toys for the three of you to play with that day, from a collection of dolls, to a tub of Lego, and at least a dozen other things you tried to keep track of. Though her favourite was a jewellery making kit, complete with twine, lettered beads, and countless different charms and trinkets. 

It was the early afternoon when she finally asked you and Joe to sit down with her to make some jewellery at the coffee table in your living room. You sat across from her and Joe–who she’d insisted on sitting next to–the three of you cross-legged on the floor. Some cartoon show you’d found on Netflix played on the TV, though it was mostly background noise as you organised the beads so they didn’t end up going everywhere. You couldn’t help but admire the way Joe acted around the pocket rocket. From the way he immediately knelt down to her level when he first met her, to how gently he spoke to her until she was comfortable with him–it gave you butterflies as your mind wandered to what he would be like with your kids, should you ever have them down the track, you simply couldn’t help nurture the idea.

You and Joe mostly watched her as she carefully threaded the beads onto string, only intervening when asked for help with the letters-first her name, then yours, and finally Joe’s. She was being quite secretive, not showing you exactly what she was making, and asking Joe to shield her work from your view with his hands as she focussed, saying, “it’s a surprise, Aunty! Don’t ruin it!”, making you chuckle as you were forced to be patient.

After about five minutes, she asked Joe for help tying up her work and snipping off the ends before turning to you. “Okay, close your eyes and hold out your hand!” she excitedly yelled, holding her creations behind her back.

You did as you were told, but not before protesting. “But what about Joe?”

“He’s already seen it, so I can’t surprise him!” She explained as you felt something slip over your hand and onto your wrist, hearing a joking agreement from the man sat across from you.

After that, you were instructed to open your eyes, seeing a bracelet on your wrist, complete with purple beads and lettering that spelt out your name. You looked to the pair on the other side of the table who had matching regalia–your niece’s in pink, and Joe’s in green.

You quickly enthused about how much you loved it, which pleased their maker–who was due for an afternoon nap, so after tidying and a quick bedtime story, the house was quiet once again.

“D’you really like it?” Joe asked as you both sat down to eat your lunch, which you’d missed in the scuffle of the day. “I only asked because I suggested the purple ones for you…”

You had no hope in fighting the smile on your face. “I love it, babe! You know, you’re really good with her, think I’m no longer the favourite…”

Before you knew it, your sister had come to pick up the little one, and you and Joe were getting ready for the event that you’d been dreading. Between the heels you could barely walk in, and parts of you taped up to create the perfect shape, you knew you were in for a hell of a night. In one moment of peace, yourself, Joe and the whippersnapper were all sat on the sofa right before you were due to leave. She was so enthralled by your makeup and gown–you knew she was going to be a glamorous one when she grew up–and she loved the diamonds that hung from your ears.

“Don’t forget my jewellery!” She exclaimed, handing your and Joe’s bracelets back to you. “Please wear them! And I’ll wear mine at home!”

You couldn’t say no to that face, big eyes and purposefully poked out bottom lip, and neither could Joe, so you agreed and slid them back on.

You didn’t think twice about them until you and Joe were lined up at the edge of the red carpet, hand in hand. You stood with the ‘older kids’ of the Stranger Things cast–Keery, Maya, Charlie, Nat, and Eduardo.

“Hey, what are those?” Maya asked, pointing to your wrists, right next to each other.

“Oh-” Joe gestured to your matching bling. “The niece made them. We’re matching see?”

You both held out your arms, giving the group a view of the letters, which received a chorus of ‘awwww’s and ‘so cute’s.

Without a second’s notice, you were corralled onto the carpet in a row, being blinded by flashes as upwards of twenty men yelled at you to look at their lenses. Though you’d managed to tune them all out, simply by focussing on the warmth spreading up your arm from the hand being held by Joe. You could see him out the corner of your eye as what he said replayed in your mind.

“‘The niece’, hmm? Pretty sure she doesn’t call you ‘Uncle Joe’ just yet?” you teased in a hushed tone.

“Well, maybe I’m planning on making sure she will, as long as her aunt doesn’t mind…” He all but whispered as you were directed to shuffle a bit further down the carpet, a smirk plastered across his face and he stole a quick glance at you. You felt your face getting hot, and you hoped photos didn’t catch your eyes widen as you realised what he was saying. “I think there’s another piece of jewellery I’ll need before that happens.”

[margareturtle]

Kit and Ash’s first meeting is gonna be like

Kit and Ash already in the middle of a fight:

Kit: jeez what did I ever do to you?

Ash: i have to kill you, Janus says you want to steal my throne

Kit: what? You mean evil Jace thinks I want to be the next Seelie Queen ?!

Ash: yes so I have to kill you

Kit: woah woah woah sorry no offense Prince—what’s your name again?

Ash: Ash

Kit: look no offense Ash but the only thing of yours I would want are your wings, they’re sick and I haven’t figured out how to make my own yet

Ash: How can I believe you? You are the first heir. You could have all of faerie.

Kit: yeah yeah so what, my great smth grandmother was from there, I have no investment with the place— you can have at it

Ash: You must be lying. I have to kill you.

(Kit and Ash continue fighting; Kit changes tactics)

Kit: ok ok fine you can kill me

Ash: what?

Kit: you can kill me and have faerie all to yourself, but can I at least facetime my best friend one last time to say goodbye

Ash: …I suppose

Kit: *takes out his phone and calls Dru with Ash watching him*

Dru picks up: Kit what’s up, I had to pause my movie

*Ash stunned*

Kit: well sorry to interrupt🙄,, I’m just calling to say goodbye

Dru: don’t be dramatic, give Ty time, I swear he’s in love with you

Kit: he’s not, he hates me 😩

Dru: by the angel

Kit: ok but that’s actually not why I called

Dru: really 🤨

Kit: yeah I actually am about to get killed

Dru: shit. do they know that only me, Ty, or Thais in my absence are allowed to kill you

Kit: I’ll tell them

Dru: good, fire message me if you acc need help. I’m in the middle of what we do in the shadows tho, so hopefully it’s important

Kit:🙄 k see you tmrw if I’m still alive

Dru: byeeee

*pause*

Kit to Ash: ok so technically only Dru, Ty, or Thais can kill me, but I suppose you can now if you need

Ash: who is she?

Kit: my best friend? Dru

Ash: yes I’ve seen her before, she is beautiful I must meet her

Kit: ha, well I could give you her number

Ash: her number?

Kit: yeah ya know to text her? Oh right you’re from faerie I’d have to show you

Ash: you can show me how to text Dru and then I kill you?

Kit: I mean sure, you could, but then Dru would prob block you if you killed me so it would all be for nothing

Ash: block me? But how would she know?

Kit: Block like cute contact. And she’d figure it out fast she’s smart and she’d know something was wrong as soon as I break our 206 day snapstreak.

Ash: snapstreak— is that your special bond?

Kit: sure, but look, if you don’t kill me perhaps you too could have a snapstreak with Dru one day!

Ash: really ?!

Kit: yup! so what do you say? Still gonna kill me or are you gonna hold off on doing what evil Jace says

Ash: Janus is away for a while, so I suppose I can wait. I want a snapstreak with Dru

Kit: brilliant! You can start by being in my snap to Dru, we’ll see if she recognizes you…

[fairdale]

Top 4 fave TSC characters and ships?

so at first i was like "sh*t, this is hard", but actually my top 4 characters it's pretty easy (idk about ships tho).

for characters:

1. will herondale. the loml. my baby. my everything. i love him to pieces. it's been so long since i first read about him and he's still my favorite book character EVER. i won't say much more because i wanted to do a long post dedicated solely to him.

2. alec lightwood. the other loml. i admire him so much and his character development is my favorite. he's grown so much and i'm so proud of how much he has achieved and how confident he has become. he deserves the best of the best and i wish him a very long, happy and filled with love life with magnus, rafael and max.

https://www.tumblr.com/fairdale/658362826868523008/okay-but-can-we-talk-about-how-alec-lightwood-has

3. alastair carstairs. when i tell you i didn't expect him to be my fave tlh character, i mean it. i remember reading the first book and being very curious about him, but i couldn't have predicted how much he would grow on me. he also has an amazing character arc in my opinion and i'm so proud of him. he's a softie.

https://www.tumblr.com/fairdale/734425523412926464/okay-ive-been-thinking-and-i-actually-think

4. kieran kingson. listen. HE'S SUCH A BOSS. i remember i didn't know how to feel about him at first. i was conflicted. i didn't how to feel about him and mark and cristina (i love the three of them and i'm so happy that they're together, just wanted to say it). he was a bit of an ass and i got really mad because of what he did to emma. but he redeemed himself. and i loved him so so much the more i knew about him. how he cared for mark and, later on, for cristina. i still think there's so much more to him that we don't know and i hope we get to see more of him (like, a lot). this may be a bit surprising, but he's so dear to me.

honorable mention to tessa, jem, matthew, magnus, kit, ty and raphael (and a lot more but let's not get carried away).

for ships:

herongraystairs. this one doesn't need explanation. they've been my roman empire for more than a decade. i'm not exaggerating. i love how much they love each other. i've never cried so much as i have with them. i'm still mad jem and will didn't grow old together. and i'm still so so sad for tessa (but happy that she got two loves like them).

malec. they're battling for top 1. COME ON, THEY'RE MALEC. of course they're on my top. iconic. great. sexy. funny. THEY'RE THE BEST. i get so happy everytime they appear and i only want them to be happy.

thomastair. I LOVE THEM. they're so cute and they love each other so much. they grew a lot and overcame a lot of fears to be together. they deserve each other and i loved their storyline.

kierarktina. SO HAPPY THEY ALL GOT TO BE TOGETHER. THEY'RE IN LOVE AND HAPPY. i need more of them. right now. and i need a solution because i want kieran to be together more than he is allowed at the moment.

special mention to kitty (i didn't put them because i'm waiting for twp, lame excuse, i know, I'M OBSESSED WITH THEM SINCE THEIR FIRST SCENE TOGETHER) and sophideon (is that the name?).

[ladyofwinterfellxx]

hiii!!! can you plspls write something fluffy w a gn reader for dylan lenivy? it can be any plot you want, just pls make it fluffy!!! ty !! <3

Scraped knees and lollipops

Pairings: Dylan Lenivy x GN!reader

Word count: 955

Request: Yes | No

Series name: The Quarry

Genre: Fluff, confession, pre-in game events

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of wounds

Synopsis: Dylan’s scrapped knees and palms result in a confession. (the time is set a month into summer camp, reader works in the nurse station as camp nurse.)

Request navigation

Authors note: Dylan is such a baby I love him sm. I hope this is okay, I thought it was pretty cute but idk if Dylan seems ooc or not, I tried my best though. I didn't really know how to end it lol

Working as The camp nurse could be boring sometimes, but it kept you pretty busy most of the time. From scraped knees from falling on hikes, bruised elbows, and even a broken finger once, the kids certainly kept you busy. But no one kept you busier than the camp announcer, Dylan Lenivy. Dylan came to you with every bruise, scratch, or bump that he received, whining about how “you always fix it the best.”. Not that you’d ever complain though, you secretly enjoyed him coming to you, that just meant more time with the man you’ve had a crush on all summer. Little did you know he liked you too.

You were putting away the new pack of gauze bandages Mr. Hackett had brought you when he came in, the bell above the door chiming as he sauntered in. You heard a faint wince as the door shut.

“Y/nnnnn,” he whined as he dragged his feet dramatically against the floor, making his way over to you. You chuckled as you set the bandage in your hand on the table in front of you, turning to face the boy.

“And what did you do this time, hm?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the pout adoring his face.

“I may have tripped on the hike?” he smiled bashfully, raising his hands reveal his scraped palms. You sigh and shake your head as you notice his equally scraped knees.

“What am I ever going to do with you Dylan, I’m gonna have to wrap you in bubble wrap if you keep hurting yourself,” you say, voice laced with humor. He chuckles shyly, raising his arms in a shrug.

“Have a seat, clumsy” you turn to the counter and begin digging out the supplies you needed as Dylan sat on the all too familiar chair, silently watching as you walked over with the kit.

“Hey at least I have the coolest nurse to help me, I’d he helpless without you” he snarks, meeting your e/c eyes.

“Helpless is right, your gonna be a wreak once summers over” you smile, gently taking his hands in yours as you look over the damage. He hisses softly as you press on a particularly tender spot.

“alright, hands don’t look too bad, you know the drill by now” you mutter, reaching over for the peroxide, gently pouring some on a pad. ”This is gonna sting, I know.” he says cheekily, wincing as you place the pad onto his right palm.

After repeating the process on his other hand, you gently wrapped them with a bandage. You grab a fresh pad along with a pair of tweezers before kneeling, gently coaxing his leg to extend with a hand on his calf.

“This parts probably gonna suck a bit, just hold still.” you say as you bring the tweezers up, gently pulling a stuck rock off the wound. He gently bit his tongue, squirming in his seat slightly.

“You’ve gotta stay still sweetheart or I’m gonna poke ya, that’ll just suck more,” you say, running a soothing hand up his forearm. His cheeks go red at the nickname.

“But it stiiings” he huffs, pouting and crossing his arms dramatically while pulling his leg away, causing you to chuckle.

“tell ya what, if you be good and sit still so I can get this done faster, I’ll give you a lollipop, sound good? you cooe mockingly, feeding into his childish antics. He smiles bashfully as he extends his leg back to you.

“Fineee, I susppose that’ll due” he sighs sarcastically before giggling at himself.

“Aaand done, see that wasn’t so bad was it?” you cooe, standing and putting bandages and peroxide in the medical kit before closing the lid.

“No, it never is with you”, he mutters, smiling shyly as you bring over the mug filled with lollipops.

“You got lucky, I just refilled it so you have first dibs” He takes a blue one from the mug and took the wrapper off before looking up at you, his doe brown eyes adorning a loving look.

“Thank you y/n” he purrs, popping the lolli into his mouth.

“No worries.” you reply, setting the mug down before taking the kit and putting it back on it’s shelf.

“I mean it though, I appreciate you putting up with me.” he says, chuckling slightly.

“It’s no problem Dylan, really. I like when you come to see me.” you lean on the counter, scanning his face for a reaction.

“Really?” he asks, eyes widening slightly.

“Yea, I uh- I really like you Dylan..” you mutter bashfully, looking down at the floor. you look up when you hear him sigh seemingly with relief.

“I really like you too y/n,” he smiles, standing from the chair. “shit I can’t believe you beat me to confessing” he huffs defeatedly. You giggle as he wraps his arms around you in a hug. ”It’s alright, some of us are slower then others” you tease, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I take it back I no longer like you” he snarks sarcastically, ruffling your hair gently.

“oh no! how could I ever win back your love Mr. Lenivy!” you gasp, playfully putting your hand over your heart.

“Nope the damage has been done, your too much of a butthead to win back my love” his hand shoots to his forehead dramatically as he gently pushes you away. You meet eyes, causing each other to break out in a fit of giggles.

He smiles before pulling you back in a hug, kissing your temple

The extensive use of medical supplies on him was definitely worth it.

[1indigoisles]

TWP Crackpot Theory Time!!!

So, we finally got the TWP titles! Woohoo!

Except the third one's called The Last Shadowhunter. And we are all dying a little inside because of it.

But, it may not be what we all, in at least some part of our brains, believe.

Now, before I begin with my probably crazy theory, I've been thinking about one thing ever since the titles came out, namely The Last Shadowhunter. So, Lucifer is our main villain, right? And villains, as we all know, are hugely fond of giving our heroes nicknames. So, what I'm thinking, is that Lucifer calls Kit Last Shadowhunter. I promise, it fits in my theory.

Now, we all read the Shadowhunters wiki about The Wicked Powers, yes? And it says over there that all the different generations of Shadowhunters that we have read of so far will have to band together to save the world, and Angel knows how many other different realms, from ultimate doom.

That would require them all to come from the past, right?

So we have magic the messes with both dimensions (I'm talking Thule over here) and time, which in this case means the past.

But what if it also means the future?

Now, what I'm thinking is that our TWP gang, namely Kit, Ty and Dru, somehow, through the craziness of the first two books, manage to land themselves into a possibility of the future. Mind the word possibility.

See where this is going? Dru, Ty and Kit then find themselves in a world where the nine princes won, Downworlders run rampant, warlocks are forced to join the princes, faerie are the only uniform government left, werewolves and vampires are scattered, and worst of all, Shadowhunters are all gone.

Except for one.

Kit Herondale from the future swoops in and rescues the time-travellers from an oncoming demon attack. And yes, he can fly because he has gold wings (read my other theories and convince me otherwise). Kit having gold wings and faerie magic is my Roman empire, okay?

He stares at the three of them, Ty and Dru in particular because they're dead. There's a huge confusion at first, but then future Kit explains what happened.

So the Nine Princes of Hell won. Shadowhunters, even part-Downworlder and Ascended, are all truly dust and shadows. Because Lucifer, knowing the saying We are dust and shadows really well, he gains supreme power and turns all Shadowhunters into dust and leaves their shadows behind (this is my other Roman empire, okay? Kill me later).

And just when every Shadowhunter around him was disintegrating, and Kit saw everybody he loved die too and was glad he himself was about to die, he didn't.

Nothing and no one could explain it.

All that aside, Kit had lost his parents, his sister, his friends, Dru, Ty. And lots of other people lost too. Magnus and Max lost Alec and Rafe, Maia and Lily lost their good friends, Kieran lost Mark and Cristina (and I like to think that Kieran swore to exact vengeance for the deaths of the people he loved), and Gwyn lost Diana, and the list of people who lost doesn't end. Tessa, however, is dead too, because she is also part-Shadowhunter, but Ash is still alive because he's half-faerie, quarter-Shadowhunter and quarter-demon.

Now, Kit, Ty and Dru finally understood why Lucifer called Kit Last Shadowhunter. It was because Lucifer had foreseen a future exactly like this, a future where he'd won.

And it is in this future that Kit, Ty and Dru finally find a way to stop the Princes of Hell.

Now, I have a question for you all.

[alpinefrsh]

Omg?? You’ve made me obsessed?? Again??

Lmao you probably don’t want me bringing up your old writing but I just started reading the ‘God doesn’t know what a cat is’ series from like, two years ago, and an Exdei and Tommy dynamic is not something I knew I needed but I love it too much to not talk about it now >:D

Anywayyyy— kit-kat. Raccoon babies are called kits. The name still applies and I love it.

Have a good day/night! o/ <333

LMAO- Yeah, I was very interested in what kind of dynamic Tommy and Exdei would have- and we almost got it in canon too.

That was a fun series to write. I actually- there was one last fic for that series that I still kind of want to write. But it's also unbelievable petty and stems almost purely from this one time I read an sbi fic with dark wilbur- and I don't remember what was up with the others, I think they were all chill- but see the thing is, I don't like dark fics (or more specifically, I don't like fics where the characters are made dark, because it almost always feels wildly out of character and then I just get annoyed reading it. Not for me, but that's fine, I'm not here to tell people what they can and can't write. Back button exist for a reason.) So anyway, the only reason I'd given the fic a shot was because either in the tags or the description, it said that he'd get his shit together and stop being an asshole. BUT THEN HE JUST DIDN'T. He would kind of get better. For a little bit. But then it was like- oop! Still being manipulative and disregarding boundaries and other people's personal agency. Lovely.

Idk, maybe it really did come around at some point, but I got fed up and left before then if it did.

Sorry about the rant, all that is to say, the only other fic I'm at all considering returning to that series to write would be one where Exdei is being a possessive bastard, and Tommy gets (rightly) pissed off by it. The whole premise of the fic is basically just Exdei learning boundaries and respecting Tommy's space and right to do whatever the hell he wants.

It's funny, the first fic in the TIITTV series actually has a very minor ref to the Cat series. Specifically, Tommy has a little moment where he thinks about the possibility of Drista having mind-reading powers. It's, again, a super minor reference that barely counts as a reference. But Tommy had a similar moment with Exdei in the Cat series, and I had that in mind when I wrote it.

Aww, kit-kat is still fitting. That's awesome :D

Well, in any case, I'm glad you enjoyed the series <333

Ty, you too! o/

[the-gay-disney-games]

Round 1B: The Emperor’s New Groove (2000) vs. Lilo & Stitch (2002)

Propaganda:

The Emperor’s New Groove:

“That llama boy is gay. Probably genderqueer as well.”

“look at it.”

“just watch the movie it is blindingly obvious from like the first scene (no…no…no…)”

“I mean, i think kuzco is enough propaganda by himself”

“Kuzco is insanely queercoded. There's the way he immediately dismisses any women based on superficial traits, but seems very interested in Kronk. There's the crossdressing scene, which he was very into. And also just look at him.”

“Kuzco is a twink”

“Kuzco is a twink. Eartha Kitt is a gay icon. Kronk...”

“- come on, have you Seen Kuzko? That boy is a Twink.

- every character is So So queer coded in some way

- it's just,,,, so gay”

“You can't tell me those bitches ain't gay. The Llama guy (blanking on the name rn) literally rejected like 5 women rapid fire. Also kronk is queer ty”

“Kuzco is gender envy. Kuzco is gender queer/fluid.”

“That whole scene with Kuzco and Pacha in the restaurant that is all.”

“Kuzco is heavily queercoded in his mannerisms. The start of the movie has him rejecting a line of women as potential marriage candidates, being picky with their appearances. After that, he seems to be interested in asking Yzma about her henchman Kronk. Post llama-turning, he bickers a lot with Pacha but ends up creating a nearly familial bond with him. During a bit where they hide in the restaurant, Kuzco enthusiastically dresses in drag and pretends to be Pacha's wife. Pacha tells the waitress its their honey, with the waitress saying something about it "being brave to come out today", which could have two different meanings. After the movie and Kuzco returns to being a man, he doesn't get together with any woman like most films would. Instead, he finds himself a found family with Pacha, his wife, their two kids, and Kronk. If that's not queer-coded, I don't know what is.”

“Kuzco is so fucking gay and the film is completely unselfconcious and unapologetic. His mannerisms, his complete lack of a female love interest, the way his solution to hiding being a talking llama is to pretend to be Pacha's wife (???). His role model and only parental figure is a dramatic older woman played by Ertha Kit. And it's not just Kuzco; Kronk most certainly has the vibe to him. The casual gender non-conformance is off the charts. The Emperor's New Groove was a Disney movie that skirted under the corporate radar, made with very little input from the company itself. It is one of a kind and there will never be another one like it.”

“-Nothing about Kuzco is straight

-First off, the way he dresses and has incredible fucking hair. Like I know that emperor's were deemed as gods, and having them dress with pure gold jewelry and high quality clothing was a must.BUT STILL, HE PULLS IT OFF

-the scene were he turns down all of the women who were there for one of them to be his wife...BRO HE WAS SO SASSY AND SAVAGE AS HE COMMENTED ON THEIR APPEARANCES, TELLING THEM THINGS LIKE THAT THEY DON'T PULL OF THAT HAIRCUT AND SHIT LIKE THAT

-Don't even get me started on the diner scene with Pacha

-Twink....I will not elaborate”

“:)”

Lilo & Stitch:

“Pleakley and jumba are queer. I will fight people about this. And then they joined the found family to end all found families and co-parent with Nani. Change my mind ( you can't)”

“Jumba and Pleakley are MARRIED and you cannot tell me otherwise”

“The aliens are gay.”

“Trans icon Wendy Pleakley and their boyfriend Jumba”

“We stan Pleakley crossdressing”

“this is THE gay movie to me. It’s all about the found family. Stitch was cast out for being an “abomination” but then he found the place where he belongs with people who love him. Pleakley and Jumbaa are literally married”

“Found Family, cross dressing, self love, what else do you need?”

“I know Pleakley only gets to go whole hog on the crossressing in the TV show, but the movie is where he got his start.”