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K-Kanej?

The defeated and bloodied king was chained to kneel in front of his enemy and he says weakly: "Is my wife still alive?" His enemy nodded. "You fools," he said smirking, and the king starts laughing as the sounds of explosions getting closer shake the room.

can't believe people will see bruce in dc superhero girls and still ship him with catwoman... at this point ur joking. he's gay

last pic is a fanart by quic!!! but actually is canon i don't make the rules

Give me your opinions!

So I have this oc that I've had in my head for over a year now. He has a full-ass backstory that fits him in both the Justice League and the Batfam, and I would love to write a full-fledged story about him, but would people read it? Like would anyone seriously be interested in this silly oc of mine?

I know I'm not well known by any means but I still want to hear some peoples opinions :)

Famous Actor x Reader ~ pt. 1

*briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

Where is the phone?

*briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

It has to be somewhere here. I know I saw it just a moment ago.

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Did I take it somewhere else in the house-

*briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing*

You shoved all of the papers off of your desk and found your phone at the very bottom. You smiled slightly as you saw the caller ID.

“Hello, husband.” You smiled as you answered.

“Hello, husband.” Your husband answered. “Was your phone in another room?”

“No, it was under a bunch of papers. I was, however, fully convinced I was hallucinating for a moment though.”

You smiled as your husband let out a small laugh at that. You really were lucky to be married to him.

“Well, I wanted to let you know that there has been a slight delay on set, so I’ll be getting home a little late. Do you want me to pick anything up on my way home?” He asked.

“There’s nothing I can think of right now, but I’ll text you if something comes up.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see you.

“Alright, I love you.”

“Love you too.” He ended the call and you threw your phone onto the couch of your home office. It was one of the days you didn’t have any classes, so you had stayed home all day researching. With a dramatic sigh, you picked up the papers you had put on the ground. Turning your laptop back on you got back to work on your thesis. It was an absolute pain in the ass, but you enjoyed the research and were determined.

It wasn’t until four hours later that you decided to take a break. You winced as the clock read 5:14. On the plus side, this meant that your husband would be getting home soon, so you could start making dinner and have it ready for him.

This gradually changed throughout your relationship. When you first moved in together right after university, you both worked vaguely the same hours, with the exception of when you were working shows. Now that your husband is considered a serious celebrity and spends most of his time on sets and you’ve started working on your PhD, your hours no longer synch up.

As you walked towards the kitchen you passed by the photos that line your wall. The photos are from trips the two of you’ve gone on, your anniversaries, and most importantly, your wedding. In every photo you’re both smiling and looking incredibly happy. It fills your heart with joy to see everytime you pass by.

Opening the fridge, you noticed that you had all the ingredients to make a very fancy pasta dish—maybe fancy isn’t the right word—a very full pasta dish with spinach and feta cheese. Putting some music on and getting down the necessary pots, you got to work.

After boiling the pasta and setting it aside, you started adding the butter, oil, and onions to a pan. You were frying them in the pan when the door opened. You smiled as your husband walked into the kitchen, obviously exhausted.

“Hi, love.” He said, draping himself in a hug behind you.

You laughed softly. “Hi. Long day?”

He made a sound of agreement and frustration as he buried his face into your neck. You brought your hand up to pat his head.

“I need to finish making food, love. I’m starving and I’m guessing you are too.”

Your husband sighed and slowly let go of you. He kissed you on the cheek and started emptying his pockets on the kitchen island.

“I’m going to shower quickly. I was talking to Mike in the woodshop before I left and I think there are a bunch of wood chips in my hair.”

You examined his hair, noting the small specs of wood sticking out. “How long did you spend in there?”

“It doesn’t matter how long I was there for. It’s contagious.” He smirked and then ran up stairs.

You laughed and shook your head.

By the time your husband was done showering and came downstairs, the food was plated and sitting at the table. He sat down and started eating like a starved man.

“This is delicious, darling.”

“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t entirely sure how well the peppers would go with the feta, but it seems to have worked out.” You picked at your food as you talked. The peppers had been on the verge of going bad so you’d roasted them with the tomatoes and zucchini to make the tomato sauce for the pasta.

“It’s wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. You should do this again sometime. We could make a bunch of sauce and freeze it so that we always have some.”

You smiled and relaxed at the compliments. One of the best parts of your relationship was how comfortable he was with complimenting you. No matter how many times he said it, it never felt forced or stiffling.

“That might be a weekend thing.”

“Assuming there is no event I find out about last minute.”

You nodded and the two of you ate the rest of your meal in comfortable silence.

An hour later you found yourselves lying on the couch. More like you lying on the couch and your husband lying on top of you. It was honestly adorable. You couldn’t tell whether he was asleep or not, but you were unwilling to to pass up this opportunity for a cute photo. You took the photo in a way that made it so that you couldn’t tell who you were but could tell who your husband was.

Laughing to yourself, you opened your secret Instagram account. It wasn’t really a secret, so to say. No one knew that your husband was married, so you had created an Instagram account pretending to be a fan account to post funny pictures of him. Your account was not popular by any means, but that was what made it funny to you.

Timpanist!Kaz who, despite taking a little bit longer than others to tune the timpani, is one of the most skilled players.

Timpanist!Kaz who spends a ridiculous amount of time choosing the perfect pair of mallets for every piece.

Timpanist!Kaz whos eyes keep finding the principal cellist....

Cellist!Inej whos fingers practically dance on the fret board of her cello.

Cellist!Inej who is constantly breaking her bow strings from how passionately she plays

Cellist!Inej who has to ignore the broody timpanist to not get distracted.

Trombonist!Jesper who is well known for how fast he can play.

Trombonist!Jesper who can become proficient in any brass instrument in under 30 minutes.

Trombonist!Jesper who always finds himself hanging out in the wind section

Flautist!Wylan who always comes in on time

Flautist!Wylan who fills his sheet music with doodles instead of writing in notes

Flautist!Wylan who always finds himself with the brass players

Horn player!Nina whos case is covered in stickers

Horn player!Nina who is friends with everyone in the orchestra

Horn play!Nina who might be something more with the bass player

Bassist!Mattias who is always gets his dynamics perfect

Bassist!Mattias who hoards rosin

Bassist!Mattias who isn't quite sure what he and the horn player are but is too scared to ask

Making hard copies of stuff is always a good idea!

stolen from reddit

Me vs the urge to write a modern college au where the entire plot is that Kaz somehow got a grill into his dorm and is selling paninis for super cheap and the RA (Van Eck) is NOT thrilled in the slightest

modern au! kaz braids inej's hair in the morning

Final Moments on Stage

Famous Singer Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: It's the final night of your American tour, and you can't help but reflect on your life.

Y/N stared out at the crowd before her. Thousands of people squished into one stadium just to see her. Hear her songs. Her voice. It’s incredible.

“LA, I need to tell you something.” The crowd exploded as she spoke. “I need to tell you how much you mean to me. The fact that you are all here, just to support me, is incredible.”

Y/N turned to face the left side of the stadium, smiling as they cheered for her. “If you had told little 16-year-old me that I would be playing in a venue this big, that this many people wanted to hear my song…I don’t think I would believe you.”

She thought back to all of the shit she went through in her high school years. The bullying and the depression. As she glanced backstage, though, she couldn’t help but think of the best thing to come out of high school. There stood her boyfriend Peter, who had stood with her through it all. The spotlights made it impossible to make him out fully, but there was no mistaking that silhouette.

Y/N turned back to the crowd, knowing they saw her looking backstage. She grinned as she thought about all the fan theories that would come out of her getting distracted.

“I have one more song for you, LA, and then I sadly have to go back home to New York.” She giggled as the crowd booed at her declaration. “Don’t worry, though.”

Her earpiece started counting beats as the soundtrack for her song started playing. Taking a deep breath as the lights changed, she thought of the boy standing offstage waiting for her.

“I’ll be back. I promise.”

more questions for the people :)

THIS IS IN THE CONTEXT OF FANFICTION

would you rather have the story start at the beginning of the mc's life (when he's 7)or at the start of the actual plot and then learn about his life before slowly through the book?