Hades Explaining That He’s The God Of The Dead, Not The God Of Death

My beige flag is as long as a ship isnt illegal or heavily immoral i can get behind it

marlene who forced herself to like guys because she couldn't possibly be a lesbian. no, being a lesbian is gross. it's wrong. she couldn't disappoint her mother like that be some something so gross

still, the first tike she kissed a girl, it felt so right. she cried for two days straight. eventually asking james what was wrong with her. james - who was raised to believe everyone can love whoever they want - didn't understand why marlene was so upset. he explained to her there was nothing wrong with her. why would there be? liking girls while being a girl is as normal as a bloke liking a girl

Don't go onto Voltron tik tok I've been crying for the last 20 minutes

Laser Tag

PETER PARKER x HARLEY KEENER

Summary: What do you get when you put Peter and Harley together? A fucking gay disaster.

A/N: This is honestly super cute so I hope you guys like it. This is my first time writing for Parkner so please go easy on me and just letting everyone know that I absolutely butchered Harley’s southern accent so I’m extremely sorry.

Warning: Kissing. Two boys kissing / Gay couple. (🏳️‍🌈). Swearing.

Word Count: 880

Harley stared at the plastic gun in his hand, the blue light in it making a slight whirring sound. He let out a small groan as he looked back up at the dimly lit room, the LED lights glowing along the top of the ceilings in bright colors. He had no clue why he’d agreed to this. Maybe it was because of the puppy eyes that his boyfriend had pulled or the the way Peter’s bottom lip had jutted out slightly but now here he was, suffering for the joy of his lover. But I mean- wasn’t that what every relationship was? 

Sighing, he gently padded out of his hiding spot, quietly walking toward one of the towers, head whirling around every few seconds to makes sure there was no one around to shoot him. There were two teams. Pete, Ned, and MJ on Team Red. Him, Nebula, and Shuri on Team Blue. Smaller than your average laser tag teams but it still worked. Climbing up the ramp, he ducked down behind one of the windows, peeking his head up through the rectangular hole every few seconds to see if he could spot any blurs of red. When he spotted the familiar brown locks of Ned, he steadied himself, aiming at the red sensor on Ned’s chest and shooting. When Ned burst out in a few curses and walked away with slouched shoulders, he laughed a little to himself. Maybe this wasn’t too bad. 

Peter’s head was pressed against the black foam wall, curls a mess. His breath was slightly labored, eyes focused on the ceiling as he pressed the button on the side of his gun to reload it. He was the last one on his team, MJ hit by Shuri and Ned hit by Harley. He’d been able to hit Nebula but the other two were out there looking for him. Walking carefully over to a dark corner, he tried using his Spidey powers to his advantage, eyes already seeing much better in the dark than an average human.

When he saw Harley’s figure approaching him, Peter immediately brought up his gun, preparing to shoot but when he saw Harley’s arms go up, showing that he was surrendering, Peter dropped his gun down just a bit. What?

“Hi darlin’”, Harley drawled, his southern accent seeping through.

“Uhh…hi?”, Peter’s voice was quieter, softer. His head turning around to see if there was a tower near by where Shuri was waiting to get him. Harley’s own gun was hanging loosely by the trigger guard on his finger, carelessly swinging.

Harley took note of Peter’s frantic behavior, “Shuri’s on the other side of the arena sweetheart.” 

Pete didn’t look convinced, “Mmhhmm.”

When Harley took a step closer to him, Peter brought the gun back up slightly, eyes hardening and giving his boyfriend a quizzical look.

“Your not gonna shoot me, are you luv?”

Peter hated that his insides were melting. Harley was doing the thing. Honestly, fuck his boyfriend. Harley knew that his accent was Peter’s weakness. And his eyes. Hair too. We can probably through lips, body, and personality into the mix while we’re at it. 

Snapping out of the little lovestruck thing that was going through him, Peter glared at his boyfriend. “No. We’re not doing this right now.”

“Doing what, plum?”, Harley asked innocently. He was still walking towards Peter, albeit a little slower…but still.

“The nicknames and the accent and all…that.”, Pete gestured vaguely in Harley’s general direction. “You have to stop.”

“Is it working?”.

“Umm…no?”, Peter didn’t know why he bothered lying when he knew that Harley could see right through him. 

“No?”, Harley was close. Like really really close. Peter’s breath hitched as he took a small step back, his back pressed to the wall. Harley followed.

Pete gulped, “No.”

“Are yah sure?”.

Peter was eye level with Harley’s chest, the blue sensor practically mocking him. Glancing up, flushed pink lips met his gaze before hitting bright blue eyes that seemed to dilate slightly underneath his eyes. Why were his lips suddenly chapped? His throat felt like sandpaper, he needed water. Harley’s breath was warm against Peter, he smelled like sweat and something sweet. He smelled like home. One of Harley’s arms came to rest on the dark wall, the left of Peter’s head.

Pete cleared his throat, eyes on Harley’s lips, “Wha- what did you ask?”

Harley couldn’t help the small grin that enveloped his face, “Hhmm, nothin’ important.”

Leaning down, Harley’s lips gently encased his boyfriend’s, lips softly moving against each other. Peter’s hands instinctively wrapped around Harley’s neck, fingers entangling themselves in soft curls and ever so often tugging at the dark golden locks. When Harley ran his tongue over Peter’s bottom lip, asking for permission that Pete easily granted, Peter let out the smallest whimper.

Harley felt the tiniest bit guilty for what he was about to do next but they were playing Laser Tag with freaking Spider-Man, they needed to play dirty. Quickly and swiftly pressing the gun against Peter’s sensor, he pressed the trigger. 

Peter just sighed and gave Harley a look as Shuri’s cheer echoed through the room. 

“Sorry?”, Harley asked. He did feel bad for taking advantage of his boyfriend but…yeah.

“I fucking hate you, you know that?”

“I love you too darlin’”

That is the closest I’ll ever get to writing smut. :/ But yeah, anyway. Please reblog and like if you enjoyed. I hope all of you have a great day!

Canon: cis

Fanfic: ha sure

canon: they died

fanfic: fUCK YOU

James Potter is the little spoon he told me himself

Mistigris by Calypte on Ao3 acc has some sort of hold on me. This fic is amazing. Regulus? Amazing. Evan? Amazing. Barty? Amazing. James? Amazing. EVERYONE acc has like traits and a personality its amazing.

AND BLACK BROTHER BONDING. Omg i could go on for YEARS why i love them in this fic, the dynamic they have. Its not emotionless but its not all cutsy either. It's AMAZING. I love this fic and everyone should read it :)

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"Untitled" by Fiona, posted to Tumblr on May 21. 2014

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