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fitmaree
Can’t risk it
The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.
manybnhaheadcanons
GIVE ME THE WILL TO WRITE AND BE CREATIVE!
missdrake
i’m in need
I hate these but honestly I’m not willing to take the risk
Yeah okay I’m reblogging this!
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ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
Doomsday by Lizzie McAlpine
Sorority girls by Mommy long legs
Npt: @wh0re-for-w0lfstar @moonyfr @xotrashratxo @ashes-to-ashesxx @morallyundefined and anyone else!!
uh… my mind js went full blank??
Casual by Chappell Roan
dazed and confused - led zeppelin (it hits so hard)
npt: @sensationalstardust @vil-nye @noblehouseofgay @entity56 @mochamarauder @zwiscool + anyone else !!
someone like you - Adele
@ellecdc @neil-perrys-suicidal-tendencies @noblehouseofgay @iamgonnagetyouback @iamgayforyourmom1510 @yourfavreggie @cimacally @dearynn @stachuscislowicz and anyone else who wants to join!
Dormant ‘Til Explosion - Maxïmo Park
@poetrustic1959 @yournormalidiot @moldy-guacamole
Matilda by Harry styles
Justice for Tulsa from the Outsiders Musical
Okie dokie Gloria by them and Van Morrison and Great Expectations from The Outsiders Musical
Don’t have one rn, but the song I had stuck in my head before was “Happy Place” :]
July by Noah cyrus….I was listening to it while drawing my comic.
hophopscotch
God Games (Epic the musical)
madly-enthusiastic
Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer
…. I don’t have one at the moment (I’m listening to Loving Machine by TV girl right now/ Listening to my liked songs)
totalcharliespringsimp
Shitttttt
Oh well I’m exposed
Two trucks by lemon demon
how did it end by taylor swift
hayloft ll by mother mother
Ty 4 tge tag (also mother mother is real good)
505 by artic monkeys
@darqlys @apjofan @thishumanformislimiting @nevercouldbeyou @star-dust-shark @hannamoon143 @heyitsaveum
thanks for the tag<3
army dreamers by kate bush
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omg stark!reader n Peter in stark tower flirting and tony teases them (hopefully mutual pining and like they haven’t confessed to each other yet)
Dedicate Your Heart
Peter Parker x Stark!reader
A/N: reader can be seen as Tony’s biological or adopted daughter :)
“To your left Spider-Man!” had been the last thing that Peter had heard before getting shoved to the side, quite painfully so be the stack of boxes that you had been carrying. The tower of cardboard threatened you with a stagger as you bumped into Peter, before peacefully settling back in place.
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𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠!
Parings → Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings → online class?
Summary → Tom unintentionally interrupts Y/n's online class shirtless, causing embarrassment and laughter.
The kitchen was quiet, save for the occasional clinking of your coffee mug against the countertop. It was early morning, and the sunlight was just beginning to pour in through the windows, casting a soft golden glow over everything. You’d settled yourself comfortably on one of the kitchen stools, your laptop open in front of you, the screen showing your online class. Every student’s camera was on, including yours, as per the professor’s instructions.
So far, everything was going smoothly. You’d managed to get through most of the class without any distractions, Tom still sound asleep in the bedroom, wrapped up in the covers. You felt a small sense of relief, hoping the quiet would last until the end of the lecture.
But, as fate would have it, that peace was about to be shattered.
Just as your professor was going over a particularly important point, you heard soft footsteps approaching from the hallway. You didn’t think much of it at first, assuming Tom was just getting up for a glass of water or something. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw him.
Shirtless.
Wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips.
Still half-asleep, Tom walked straight up to you, rubbing his eyes with one hand, his hair a complete mess. He clearly had no idea that you were in the middle of your online class, and he didn’t seem to care much either.
“Good morning, darling,” he mumbled in his deep, sleepy voice, his eyes barely open as he leaned down and grabbed your face with both hands, pulling you in for a lazy, affectionate kiss.
Your eyes widened in shock as your lips pressed against his, your heart racing as you remembered your camera was on—and everyone could see this.
You pulled away quickly, your face turning beet red, but Tom didn’t seem to notice. He just gave you a sleepy smile, muttered something about making tea, and strolled into the living room, completely unbothered.
The entire class was silent for a split second. Then, you heard it: the sound of laughter. At first, it was just a few giggles, but soon, more students joined in, and the sound of amused chuckles and teasing filled your ears.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. You tried to compose yourself, desperately hoping this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. But then your professor spoke up, her voice laced with amusement.
“Well, Miss Y/L/N,” dhe said, clearly trying to hold back a laugh, “would you care to introduce us to the gentleman who just… interrupted class?”
You froze, eyes widening as you stared at the screen. Every student was staring at you, some smiling, others grinning widely. You couldn’t escape this. You had to answer.
“Um—” Your voice came out as a squeak, and you quickly cleared your throat, trying to sound more composed. “That was, um, he’s—he’s my fiancé.”
There was a chorus of oohs and teasing whistles from the other students, and you could practically feel your face getting redder by the second. You wished you could just disappear into the floor.
Your professor chuckled softly. “Well, that’s quite the introduction. Please tell him we all say good morning.”
You gave a nervous laugh, nodding as you muttered, “Will do…”
As the class continued, you could barely focus. Your mind kept replaying what had just happened, and every time you glanced at the tiny box where your camera feed was displayed, you couldn’t help but cringe at how flustered you looked.
But the worst part? Tom had no idea what he’d done. He was just lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely oblivious to the chaos he had caused.
The class was nearing its end, and you were finally beginning to relax again, thinking the worst was over. But, of course, things were never that simple.
Just as the professor started wrapping up the lecture, you saw Tom get up from the couch in the background of your camera feed. He stretched lazily, his muscles flexing as he reached his arms up, completely unaware of the fact that he was on full display for everyone in your class.
You quickly muted yourself and turned around, shouting harshly, “Tom! Wear something! I’m still in class!”
He froze mid-stretch, his eyes going wide as he realized what you were saying. “Oh my god,” he whispered, his face turning red as he scrambled to find something to put on. “I’m so sorry!”
He grabbed the nearest shirt—one of your oversized sweaters, of course—and threw it on haphazardly before darting out of the frame. You could hear him muttering apologies under his breath as he practically sprinted back into the bedroom.
By now, you were beyond mortified. You unmuted yourself just in time to hear the professor’s final remarks, trying to ignore the stifled laughter still coming from some of the students.
“Well, that was certainly an eventful class,” your professor said with a chuckle. “Miss Y/L/N, I hope you have a… less eventful afternoon.”
You managed a weak smile, your voice small as you replied, “Thank you, Professor…”
The moment the class ended and your screen went blank, you buried your face in your hands, groaning softly in embarrassment. “Why did that have to happen?” You mumbled to yourself.
Before you could dwell too much on your humiliation, Tom reappeared, this time fully dressed in a hoodie and jeans, his face still flushed with embarrassment. He walked up to you cautiously, as if unsure whether you were mad at him.
“I, uh…” he started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I didn’t know you were in class…”
You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Clearly.”
He winced, sitting down next to you on the kitchen stool. “I’m really sorry, love. I just woke up and didn’t even think. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
You sighed, the tension in your shoulders slowly easing as you looked at his apologetic expression. It was hard to stay mad at Tom when he looked like a guilty puppy. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. But… you really need to be more aware of when I’m in class.”
Tom chuckled softly, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “I promise I’ll be more careful next time. I didn’t think me being shirtless would cause such a stir.”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Well, my whole class saw you, so yeah, it did.”
Tom groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Great. Now they all think I’m some kind of exhibitionist fiancé.”
You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “It’s fine. They thought it was funny.”
He peeked at you from between his fingers. “They did?”
You nodded, smiling. “Yeah, even my professor was amused. She said to tell you ‘good morning,’ by the way.”
Tom let out a relieved breath, finally uncovering his face. “Well, I’m glad they were amused and not horrified.”
“Just… next time, maybe don’t grab my face and kiss me in the middle of class,” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
Tom smirked, leaning in close. “Can’t make any promises, darling.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “You’re impossible.”
“Maybe,” he said with a grin, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But you love me anyway.”
You sighed dramatically, pretending to think about it. “I suppose I do.”
Tom chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. “I’ll try not to cause any more accidental public appearances, though. I know how much you love your privacy.”
You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate it.”
As you sat there together, the embarrassment from earlier slowly faded away, replaced by the warmth and comfort of having Tom by your side. Even if he did have a knack for causing chaos, you wouldn’t trade him for anything.
“Besides,” Tom added after a moment, a mischievous glint in his eye, “at least now your classmates know you’ve got a very affectionate fiancé. So, you’re officially taken—and off the market.”
You groaned, laughing despite yourself. “Tom!”
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
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peter and reader at avengers tower and they’re both avengers but they’re “best friends” cuddled up on the couch asleep and none of the avengers let them forget it for weeks
i gotchu ;) also thank you for the request !! i really appreciate it! <3
!!! read part two | part three | part four | part five here !!!
✨masterlist✨.
1.4k.
Being an Avenger definitely came with plenty of risks, seeing as you put your life on the line every day in attempt to save the world. Along with the risks, there were several upsides that outweighed your anxieties about the superhero lifestyle.
Every few months, the team was required to spend a week at the compound for training; it was something fairly stupid, but staying in the mansion for a week wasn’t something you’d complain about. Especially when the team made the most of it.
You enjoyed getting up at dawn to run with Steve, and cooking dinners with Wanda. One thing always stood out to be something you looked forward to most: movie night. You came up with the system so that everyone had a chance to pick a movie, and this week, it was Steve’s turn to pick. Unfortunately, he chose “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.”
The entire team corralled on the couch, sharing four or five bowls of popcorn and chips, and watching the movie on the giant flat–screen in the meeting room. You were sandwiched between Steve and Peter, attentive to the screen in fear that Steve would be offended if you weren’t. It made you crack a small grin to overhear Sam trying to commentate on the movie, and Bucky immediately tell him to shut the hell up.
You don’t recall at what point of the movie you fell asleep, or how the blanket got draped over you, but it didn’t catch your attention quite like the silent snorer you were cuddled next to. The sound was oddly soothing, and the arm snaked around your torso warmed you more than the blanket did. You would’ve tried to drift back off to sleep in the midst of comfort, if not for the snickers heard beyond your closed eye–lids.
“They look so cozy.” Bucky’s voice was hushed, speaking just above a whisper. The dark of your closed eyes lit up for a second by what you recognized as a shuttered flash photo.
Shit.
“I’m going to make that my lock–screen.” Sam added, trying not to sound as amused as he felt.
There was a quiet pause. “Isn’t that a little weird?” Bucky’s whispered question carried itself above the scattered footsteps of their departure.
When their ascending paces creaked the carpeted floors further out, your eyes lifted, turning your head up to look up at your designated pillow. Upon shifting your sleeping position, you watched Peter adjust mid–slumber, unconsciously catering to your new position.
A smile touched your lips at how peaceful he looked beside you — mouth parted slightly, eyes gently shut, curls falling in front of his face. When you moved to sit up a little, his armed grip around your waist grew tighter, and his sleep stirred at the idea of your absence. You decided against leaving, or moving, and rested your head in the nook of his shoulder. Sleep welcomed you back into slumber quicker than Sam changed his wallpaper.
When you woke in the morning, you thought almost nothing of falling asleep next to Peter. The only thing left to remind you was the lingering aroma of Peter’s cologne, and the ghost of his arm leaving your waistline colder than the rest of your body.
You didn’t pay much mind to it, nor how frequently your train of thought seemed to derail back to Peter somehow; how snug his hold was, the way your head fit with his shoulder like a missing puzzle piece. It felt like a slow–burning ache, the way you missed him. But he was merely your best friend, and the rest of the team seemed to agree with that.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Sam chimed, watching you waltz into the kitchen. He leaned the small of his back against the marble countertop beside the espresso machine, waiting for the pull of his latte shots.
Your hair was still damp from your shower, and your hoodie husked over your body to protect from the looming winter chill. You arched a brow lightly at how amused he seemed to be, slowly recalling his whispered conversation with Bucky from the night prior. You decided to be coy with him. “I think you’ve got your Disney movies mixed up.” You started, pressing on your tiptoes to reach a bowl from the shelf. “We watched Snow White last night, Sam.”
He hummed, sounding skeptical. “Well, everybody but you and your little cuddle–bug boyfriend.” Sam tried to keep himself from laughing. He started to steam the milk he’d set aside to froth to cut you off from giving a witty remark.
Boyfriend. Peter wasn’t your boyfriend, and he probably wouldn’t ever be your boyfriend. Admitting that to yourself sent a sharp jab at your heartstrings, but the pain was quick. Quick like the blush that fanned your face before you dismissed it. Quick like the pour of cereal into your bowl like the thought didn’t flash through your mind.
The steam wand simmered down, and you made it a point to let out a scoff that he could hear. “He’s not my boyfriend–”
You turned. Like an idiot, you turned, bumping bodies with someone and nearly spilled your entire bowl of cereal across the tiled floors of the kitchen. Wide eyed, you looked up, meeting the familiar stare of your best friend. His arms hovered inches from yours, but the electricity flowing between you felt like that length was much shorter. The scent of his cologne filled the room so quick, you nearly forgot how to breathe.
Peter tried to laugh off how tense the room felt, feeling safe enough to once he knew you were okay. “Who’s not your boyfriend?” He asked, the chuckle weaving through his words, sending a pink glisten to your cheeks.
You could feel the smile Sam pressed to the lip of his mug, slurping his latte as he eyed the two of you. “I’ll give you guys the room.” With that, he left, still leaving the kitchen with just as thick of tension. It felt like he left a gigantic elephant in the room, one that had never existed to them until Sam pointed it out. He pointed it out all because you passed out on Peter’s shoulder.
Shaky fingers set the bowl of cookie crisps on the kitchen island before you walked to the fridge for some milk. Your eyes stayed glued to your task, almost like you were trying to avoid eye contact with Peter for some weird reason. How odd.
“Boyfriend?” You pressed air through your closed lips, blowing a dismissive rasberry. “I didn’t say boyfriend, I said Boygenius–” It was a solid cover up, for sure; you thought, pouring milk over your cereal. “They’re performing this weekend with Clairo–”
Peter pressed his palm into the kitchen island, leaning against the structure right beside you. The body heat from him radiated into yours from your close proximity, reeling you in with how intoxicating his presence was. “Y/N, are you hiding something from me?” He faked an offended expression, mouth agape from his act of shock.
That’s when your eyes met. And you swore that the connection of your vision sent him every thought that ran through your head. Every feeling that coursed through your veins telepathically traveled through his too. It was a second, just one second, where you felt like he shared the same conflicting feelings you did. Perhaps he felt the same attraction towards you that you felt for him.
It didn’t help that he stared down at you with such earnesty and attentive nature. His eyes glossed over every inch of your face, studying your expression like he’d find the answer to his question there. You knew the exact moment that he found it, too.
Shit.
You picked up your bowl of cereal, stiffening your posture as you took careful steps backwards. “Nope! Nothing. I’m not hiding anything!” You sounded as suspicious as ever, so your escape route needed to be hasty. You opened and closed the fridge with just enough time to throw the milk in before rushing off to your bedroom.
This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten these intrusive–romantic thoughts about Peter Parker, or when you’d gotten these frantic–giddy jitters around him, either. Typically, you just let them die out over a day or two and then you could find your little pocket of comfort and normalcy again.
But the second you entered your room, you saw the framed photo of what you assumed was the photo Sam took of you and Peter passed out on the couch. The second you saw it, you knew this wouldn’t die out as quickly as you’d hoped. You couldn’t lie, though…It was a pretty cute photo. Although, you didn’t have too much time to dwell on the captured moment. The neon–pink sticky note on the top right corner caught your attention.
‘I better get invited to the wedding, —Sam.’
Shit.
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Athena: What are you doing Nausicaä—
Nausicaä: Hey no peeking! It’s nothing.
Athena: I just saw everything. Why are you writing an “x reader” fanfiction for you and Tele—
Nausicaä, blushed: Hey shhhhhh—
Athena, smirking: Good thing he doesn’t know about this yet…am I right?
Telemachus, entering the room: Know about what?
Athena: *owl screech*
HAHAHAHA FRFRFR nausi i getchu
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hi! I hope you don’t mind me asking but may I request a Telemachus x fem reader where when ody returns and is being made fun of by the suitors while still in this begger disguise yn starts fighting off the suitors and yelling at them for being rude and maybe later joins ody while he is hunting them down and Telemachus has a love sick look while watching yn just like ody did for Penelope back when they were younger before he married her and after seeing how cool and awesome of a warrior yn is later ody turns to his son and says “I aprove of this one 😏” and poor Telemachus is just like 😳 all flustered and adorable what can I say Telemachus is a sweetie 🥰
feel free to ignore if you want to hope you have a good rest of your day thank you ☺️
“I approve of this one.”
Telemachus x Reader
[Epic The Musical]
- oneshot
- fluff
This is my first proper romantic reader insert fic, so I hope you enjoy!
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Anonymous asked:
KUPID!! GIVE US MORE TELEMACHUS HCS!! AND MY LIFE!!! IS YOURS!!!!!
Hear me out, Tele boy x reader who stands up for him n stuff ⁉️ she's definitely the fighter of the 2. Probably has had to defend him against antinous before. Maybe?👁
Telemachus x Fem!Reader Hcs (Romantic)
Author note: Thank you for the request! I tried to do this justice. I’m still getting use to writing and all this but I hope you and everyone else enjoys!
Trigger warning ⚠️ : Mentions of fighting (to the best of my ability to write), violence, Antinöus being a jerk, slight mention of blood and broken limbs, but fluff is definitely apart of this.
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Let’s play a game
Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.
My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)
Your turn!
idk why this showed up on my dash... but im doin it :3
i thought it was a cool pallette, tried to draw some ppl with it :)
no pressure tagging @sotiredimbored @willemdaflutist @weewooooweew @justalunaticfangirl @a-dam-heartstopper-fan and anyone else :3
It’s funny
And anyone else!! I’m too lazy to tag more people
Hey look- It lives up to my username!!!
and I’m tired so I might have forgotten so open tags!!
I..don’t know how to explain this, he’s a guy i know and i was just taking a picture of his status.
I know im missing people but my brain hurts and im tired so open tags
I think it explains itself
Obviously I had to save this gem of a meme
what can I say I have an eccentric art teacher lol
Pastel needed to see it
Ok so uhhhhhh, there's this Minecraft mod that adds an items and i don't know how, but it automatically translates everything to uwu-speech, even the start menu, and I needed to save this ridiculous chatbox.
Yes the start menu is affected by an in map item... i dont know how.
I won't elaborate
@cable-salamdr @nyaskitten @jalluzas-ferney @gaydeadguy @fakerealbert @probablyscotty and whoever sees this I'm way too lazy to tag everyone
Thank you! And yeah sure uhm lemme just check…
…ah, it’s a screenshot of my live mental breakdown of reading sth IDW issue 27
@macaroni-stars @carlostck @garmaballs @rainofthetwilight @legokingfisher @kelpshippingceo @electrikworm @derangedchameleon @penofwildfire @iloveacronix @avolikeslegos
I’m forgetting a lot of people (it’s 7 in the morning I’m so tired) but whoever wants to can join, too, obviously :]
EHEHHDHFHDJFJ I'M CRYING??? 😭😭 anyway thank u for the tag cable !!!!
ehehfhfhgr...sora ninjergo....character I'm Totally normal about chat trust me 🙏
open tags !!!!!
mcdonald’s pomni my beloved
KEITH MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE BOY ILY
@teafig @katie0510klance i dont really know who to tag..
I saw someone who made pfp and couldn't choose so I mixed two. They're my Spotify and chess pfp
Creds : @half-shadowgalra
oh my gods I LOVE IT!!!
Had a friend ask my to draw their OC named Cherry
Asked my friend to photoshop these sprites from the game isat(in stars and time) to ratio people that are being stupid
Ty for the tag bode!!
Uhhh… niche Canadian nerd band tour vlog
tags: (open for anyone) @godblessthisfuckingfandom @delphistrawberryfarms @felix-my-sunshine-aussie-boy @poivothewizard @auseryoumayknow @janussand7 (no pressure y’all)
Pretty little Sunset!
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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 ( l. minho x h. jisung ) - 05.
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"It's been a while."
Your best friend raise her head from the laptop, stopping her painted fingers from typing down her essay, English to be precise. Her eyebrows raise lightly in confusion, but ready to give you all the rights to be right. "yeah I mean, but from what?"
You shrug your shoulders putting down the cup of tea that you made for yourself during that cold day, snow landing on the buildings on the window. "I didn't heard from them, since that night. Do we pissed them off? maybe.."
"maybe they are busy, or maybe they found out that we are stays," the thought made you shiver. After a moment of quiet your phone starts to buzz and you and your friend almost rush to see the screen.
Her smirk grows wider, "we manifested it."
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Crazy in Love | Han Jisung
Saw a post awhile back saying that they wanted to see a Jisung/Joker smut. I wrote this months ago but wasn't sure how I felt about it so it's just been sitting in my drafts. I wouldn't really say there's a plot with this one.
Synopsis: You're bored and wanna play. Who cares if J.One is in a meeting for world domination? It's never stopped you before. He'll ruin your makeup and end lives just fine.
Pairings: Crime boss Jisung x Female Reader
Content Includes: smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, Dom Jisung...sort of?, slight degradation and name calling, brief mention of violence and guns, hair pulling, I'm sure I forgot something lol
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