Unpopular opinion: 

Shadowhunters wasn’t well written, didn’t (even) have a decent plotline, and the acting was terrible. Sad to see so many people upset about the show leaving, I know it meant a lot to people (I’m not a demon, I care about people), but I’m just glad to see another not trying too hard show marketed for teens (who, may I add, almost NEVER get the quality writing they need to aspire to) who will watch because, well, It’s a show for them! What we actually need is diversity, well written and well rounded show, that has quality actors.

@kajaono Edited the post so people still in pain probably wouldn’t see it. I realize this probably isn’t the best thing to see when you’re still heartbroken. Also added a few lines to make sure You (and others) know I’m not just talking about shadowhunters. 

Have a good day! 

Cinderella’s dress, shoes, and hairband change color with your blog!!

This looks perfect on a white background. So pretty to see her dress being silver like it is in the film.

Wow cinderella looks good in macaroni. 

this is my favorite addition wow A+

my background is black

i was really excited about seeing this on my own blog and then i remembered my background is light blue :|

SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY IN GRAY

Oh my god! It works!

You have to reblog then tap/click on the picture to see her dress change color though. It does work!!

Infinitely Wallflowers. (Chapter One)

Eventual Peter Parker X Reader II POV: Third Person. 

A/N: I was watching one of my favorite movies (Perks of Being A Wallflower) and decided that i’d have to make a spin-off with Peter. It isn’t exactly like the book/movie, It’s just my take with the characters from Marvel. I really hope you guys like it! Also, I couldn’t find the name of his friend anywhere, So i just used Patrick.

Warnings: Slight mentions of sexual content, Cussing, Bullying, High School, A little slow paced.

Words: 1,383 (Pretty sure that’s the highest word count i’ve had!)

Song to listen to:  could it be another change.

August 25th, 2016

Dear Journal,

I am writing in this because Aunt May told me to. She says it’ll be something ‘amazing’ to look back on in 20 years. I feel like this will be more of a reminder that I didn’t have any friends, that I never slept with that ‘one girl’, and i had those weird powers. Honestly if it were up to me, I would choose to forget these years, instead of preserving them for decades. I also wish I knew what the hell i’m doing with my life, but that’d be too easy. I don’t think anyone knows what the hell they’re doing, though. Anyway, I’m rambling. So, I guess this’ll be my life written down on paper.

Always, Peter P.

The minute Peter knew high school was going to be a disaster was when he took his first steps into the building. He couldn’t believe how boring and depressing the whole school was. Basically, everything was just bland. Bland…from the dimly lit crowded halls, where everywhere you looked someone was getting bullied, to the constantly loud students who seemed to never shut up. He tried to make his way to his locker, but the endless amount of people was so hard to get through.

Peter thought maybe his old friends from middle school would help him find out where everything was…or just talk to him, but the most he got from any them was a “Sorry, who are you?”, “Umm, try someone else,” and ‘Yeah, I don’t want to hang out with you,”…if they even bothered to give him a reply. Anyone else he tried to interact with either shrugged his presence off or rolled their eyes. Within the first hour of school, Peter could tell that High School was so much different than Middle School.

From then on, Peter made sure to keep his head down, stick to himself, and stay out of trouble.

At that point, almost halfway through the first day of many to come, most people were probably envisioning how the rest of their school years would go. But as Peter was almost pushed to the ground for simply opening his locker, he was dreaming about his last day of high school…which looked like heaven from where he was standing.

To pass the time, in one of Peter’s classes, he decided to count how many days until graduation. He thought maybe it’d give him a glimmer of hope - the same kind he had before he walked to school that morning. But it actually made it much worse.

Turns out, it’d be 1,385 days until he was officially out.

1,385 days of pure, fiery hell.

His last class was workshop. It was his easiest class, But also the one he hated the most. because it was taught by the worst teacher in the whole school - Derrick Jones, AKA Ponytail Derrick. He overheard some students call him that, even to his face. Peter could go on forever listing why he hated Mr. Jones, but it was really because Jones happened to be dating his Aunt May. Normally, Peter wouldn’t be so protective over May, but something was off about Ponytail Derrick. Peter couldn’t place his finger on it, but he just couldn’t trust him.

“Kids, I’m going to give you the hardest assignment a teacher can possibly give on the first day, and it’ll only get worse from here,” a student said from behind the teacher’s desk. Peter was pretty sure his name was Patrick. The only upside to being in Ponytail Derrick’s class was getting to witness Patrick’s pure genius. He was easily the best class clown in the whole school. And he even managed to never really come off as being mean-spirited - he was just making the freshmen feel comfortable. And it made basically the whole class roar with laughter.

“Ahem.” Everyone’s eyes went wide, realizing that Derrick Jones himself was standing at the doorway. Hopefully he hadn’t been standing there for the whole thing.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Mr…?” Mr. Jones huffed in rage, staring down the whole class - even the small amount of people who didn’t laugh. And even though Patrick was getting the death glare, He still stood his ground, With a smirk on his face.

“It’s Patrick. You either call me Patrick, or Nothing.”

“Okay, Nothing. Get back to your seat.” Patrick was surprised to see Ponytail Derrick call him out, He didn’t actually think Derrick had the guts to do it.  He nonchalantly meandered back to his seat, not even a little embarrassed. Peter just couldn’t understand how to not be completely red in that situation.

But that’s what was different from Peter and other kids - he was a shy, socially awkward, know-it-all wallflower…not to mention the fact that he was a fucking superhero. He still couldn’t believe it. Peter didn’t think he could ever be normal, and that’s what everyone wanted, right? To have normal friends and live a normal life. Not having to take risks and be stable. Peter actually longed for that. To finally not be an outcast. If he was ever considered normal even by the slightest, he would be happy.

As soon as Peter walked out of the class, he knew he wanted to try and talk to Patrick. He remembered what May had told him before he went off to school:

“You know, they say if you make one friend on your first day, you’ll do well. So put yourself out there. All you have to do is try. Just try, for me.”

Just one friend. It couldn’t be hard. Except he had gone the whole day without any good interactions directly. Apparently no one was nice. And he didn’t want to force himself to make friends with people he hated. If he was going to have a friend, he would do it right. And the one person who seemed okay could possibly be a asshole. But he really hoped he wouldn’t be.

Peter closed his locker, looking around the hallway to see if maybe Patrick was there. The deal he made with himself was that if he saw Patrick, he would talk to him. If not, then he could go home without having a socially-caused heart attack. He decided that tomorrow would be a better day. He just wouldn’t go through high school doing the same thing every day, wasting away time he could never get back. How he could do better? He had no idea. He just knew that something needed to happen,

And that’s when Peter saw her. “Holy shit,” Peter muttered under his breath. To say he was awestruck  would be an understatement. She was chatting with Patrick, leaning against one of the lockers, laughing at something funny. She had this unconventional look of beauty, not in a weird or bad way, but in a way that he could tell she was one of a kind. Everything from how she dressed, which looked straight from a 90s teen film, to the way she looked when she was filled with joy. A little part of him wanted to make her laugh like that again, but the other part was screaming at him to stop staring like an idiot and leave before anyone noticed.

But it was a little too late for that.

Suddenly, she looked in his general direction, Probably looking for one of her friends or something, but he knew that she saw him. Peter was completely frozen. Of course. And to make it worse, she actually made eye contact with him. Fuck.

But instead of saying something mean, or telling him to mind his business, she just smiled at him. A warm, true smile. Peter basically melted, cause holy shit she just smiled at him. And he managed to awkwardly wave, trying his best not to look like a lovestruck puppy.

“Y/N!” a person shouted, without a care in the world that the whole school could hear them scream her name. The girl whipped her head around to see her friend, hugging them like she hadn’t seen them in one million years.

Y/n. He repeated that name in his head a few times, soaking it in. It was a beautiful name..at least that’s what he thought.

It fit her perfectly.

Perfection.

♥ Peter Maximoff x reader. ♥

Warnings: Some angst and some fluff.

Requested: No.

A/n: I know i know i have lots of stuff to work on for you guys but omg cute fluffy Crush!Peter is the best and i just had to make this. 

Peter watched as you paced around your room, Talking about some stupid thing someone did in her class. Though he wasn’t listening one bit. He was memorized by how beautiful you looked. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, it was if you were a magnet. Even though he hated to admit it, He Couldn’t help but keep looking at what you were wearing. A simple tank top and shorts, That fit your body perfectly. It’s not like he had never seen you like that before, Being your best friend, Of course he had seen you in stuff like that, Or even less. But everything was different now. When he looked at you now, All he saw was pure perfection. He noticed the little things about you that made him want you badly. Like The way your hips sway a bit whenever you walk, And When the sunlight hit your face it made you look like a goddess.

He had never even noticed how much he cared about you, and how beautiful you looked until the week before. When you were talking about one of your crushes. Peter got… Jealous? Mad? Upset? He didn’t know, But he had never felt so many emotions at once since he found out Erik was his dad. He was confused as hell.

Peter didn’t know what to do. He thought the feeling would go away, Just like it did with the other people he had crushes on. But it didn’t. He just found himself falling deeper and deeper until there was no going back, He loved you. And as much as he questioned it, And wanted the feeling to go away, He knew it never would. He didn’t want to ruin what you had, It was already perfect. Peter never wanted to mess that up, Cause he already messed up enough in his life.

You were so kind and caring, And actually wanted to listen to him when no one else would. You would comfort him whenever he was feeling down, Or had a nightmare. The fact that someone so amazing existed was mind blowing to him. You would be, And would always be the person of his dreams.

“Earth to Pete? What are you smiling about?” You questioned. Waving your hand in front of his face. He blinked, Looking up at you. It took him a few seconds to return to reality. Realizing he had been staring at you for much longer than he should have, A blush grew on his face. His eyes pinned to the window just past you.

“I- I just… It’s nothing.” He smiled, biting his lip to keep from telling you his feelings. You gave him a concerning look, That made his heart melt. If only he could be with you.

“I’m okay. Trust me.” You nodded, Lightly touching his arm reassuringly.

“Okay then… As i was saying.” You continued. Peter’s fake smile faded, He sighed deeply. He would never have the guts to tell you he loved you. Knowing that he would never have your lips on his killed him inside. All he wanted was you.

Request!

This is great! Part two please!!!

Reblog this and check your inbox in two hours.

….sorta scared?….

your url makes this 10x creepier

I’ll be waiting, 2 hours timer is set 

look at the notes.

Okay, we’ll be waiting.

Fucking shit……

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THIS SHIT IS SCARY I DIDNT ACTUALLY THINK IT WOULD HAPPEN.

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fuck yall if this is some weird ass fake shit. like I better not go into my inbox in 2 hours and see it empty cuz hoe I see that shit every fucking minute.

It's Over, Isn't It? (Scott Summers x Reader)

Request: 8 with Scott Summers

#8: “I have lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Here you go @silverwingedfox! So, I might write a part two to this, but I can’t promise the reader will end up with Scott. I hope you like this! Any questions or criticisms? Message me!

Scott Summers x Reader

TW: None?

It started happening after his brother went missing. Before the incident, Scott had spent hours with you, sometimes never saying a thing. He had adored and cherished you, begging you to stay with him when you claimed you needed to return home. Most times, you couldn’t resist his pout, and you would crawl back into his arms, muttering that your parents would be fine with it. The both of you were nearly inseparable, constantly holding hands and expressing your love to him in public.

That all changed the moment Alex went missing, presumed dead. He had set of an explosion through the use of his energy, and his body was never recovered. You watched the light drain from Scott’s face when he was told of his brother’s death, and it had shattered your heart to see him lose so much.

You just didn’t expect it to change your relationship with him as much as it did.

It started when he began cancelling dates between the two of you. You hadn’t thought about it much, believing it to have something to do with his work with Xavier’s School. You didn’t quite understand it, especially when you were without any powers, but you didn’t want to stress him out by asking.

However, when he forgot your one year anniversary, you couldn’t convince yourself to forgive him. You took the walk to the school, a bag thrown over your shoulder. Large headphones covered your ears as you switched up the volume on your music, flinching when it became much too loud. As you turned it down, you approached a grand home that reminded you of the places your mother used to speak of.

There were quite a few teenagers running around, and you watched with amazement as one flew into the air, glorious wings made of metal holding him in the sky. Staring at him, you didn’t notice that some of them had stopped to look at you.

“Can we help you?” A girl asked, her eyes narrowed slightly. A bright yellow coat hung off her shoulders as she popped her gum, looking you over.

“U-uhm, sorry. I’m looking for Scott Summers. I’m his girlfriend,” you said. Your headphones hung around your neck, your music almost silent.

“Girlfriend?” A silver-haired boy asked as he sped toward you, a blur that made you stumble back, “He’s never told us about any girlfriend. Thought he was with Jean.”

Confused, you furrowed your brow at him. You said, “I’m his girlfriend. H-he never talked about me?”

They shook their heads, and you felt your shoulders fall. Why wouldn’t he talk about you? Was he ashamed of you?

“Uhm, he’s around the back. I’ll take you to see him,” the girl with the yellow coat said. They were all looking at you with sad eyes, and you quickly followed her away from them. You kept your head down, suddenly self-conscious about being here.

“I’m Jubilee,” she said.

“Y/N,” you said.

“So, you’re Scott’s girlfriend. Are you a mutant?” She asked.

You shook your head, and her eyes widened. After a pause, she said, “Really?’

“We go to the same school.” You lowered your eyes to your hands, shifting slightly.

She nodded and said nothing else, leading you toward a field. Someone giggled, and you looked up, your eyes settling on a couple underneath the tree. You felt your stomach twist when you realized it was Scoot sitting with a pretty red-head, smiling at her. This must be Jean.

God, she was beautiful. With her long red hair and her gorgeous face, she could easily enchant anyone she wished. But it just happened to be your boyfriend that she had ensnared.

“Hey, Scott!” Jubilee yelled.

Your heart skipped when both of them turned toward her, and you watched Scott’s smile falter. He moved to stand, approaching you, and you immediately stepped back.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend, Scott?” The silver-haired boy was beside you, eyes wide. You nearly fell over from seeing him, your heart racing. “Especially with how cute she is!”

You turned red at his comment, but you couldn’t meet Scott’s stare. Of course he was seeing someone else. Why would he date you when he had someone as beautiful as Jean?

“Y/N? Babe,” he said.

“I’m going home. I’ll see you later, Scott. Have fun with your friends,” you whispered, blinking away the tears in your eyes. You turned away from him, biting back the tears in your eyes.

“Y/N!”

“Just leave me alone, Scott. Obviously you don’t care enough about me to actually come by and say hello, even on our anniversary. I guess I should’ve known. I’m a human. My life is so different from yours. It would’ve never worked out. I guess you’ll be going to school here now, so see you whenever,” you said as you walked off.

“Shit, man. Well, it was nice getting to know you!” The silver-haired boy yelled.

“Shut up, Peter,” Scott growled.

You were curled up in your bed, a book in your lap and your eyes blurring with tears. It was over a week later, and you hated how much you had cried. Your mother had always told you to never cry over a man, and here you were going against her words. You fell back against the pillows and closed your eyes, breathing through your nose.

“Y/N!” A voice called from outside your window, and you stood, approaching it. You should’ve known Scott was going to be the one who yelled for you, yet you hadn’t stopped yourself from answering him.

“What do you want, Scott?”

“Y/N, I love you! Please, don’t end this relationship! I…I’m sorry that I’ve ignored you and made you feel like you weren’t worthy of me! You are! God, you mean so much to me! I’m sorry about Jean, and I’m sorry about forgetting our anniversary. Please, don’t do this! I have lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Guilt flooded your senses, and you turned away from the window, struggling to catch your breath. What would you do? You were still upset at him, and you knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily. But a part of you still loved him more than anything. What were you going to do?

You faced the window once more and threw them open, staring down at him.  He looked so sad, so broken, and you sighed.

“Scott….”

IDK IF YOU MEANT TO BUT STEVEN UNIVERSE

I DID! I LOVE STEVEN UNIVERSE

OMG SAME!!!!!!! AND MR. GREG IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE NOW! I’M SO GLAD YOU USED THAT NAME. ( and like that song is my life now. it might be better than everything stays. )

It's Over, Isn't It? (Scott Summers x Reader)

Request: 8 with Scott Summers

#8: “I have lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Here you go @silverwingedfox! So, I might write a part two to this, but I can’t promise the reader will end up with Scott. I hope you like this! Any questions or criticisms? Message me!

Scott Summers x Reader

TW: None?

It started happening after his brother went missing. Before the incident, Scott had spent hours with you, sometimes never saying a thing. He had adored and cherished you, begging you to stay with him when you claimed you needed to return home. Most times, you couldn’t resist his pout, and you would crawl back into his arms, muttering that your parents would be fine with it. The both of you were nearly inseparable, constantly holding hands and expressing your love to him in public.

That all changed the moment Alex went missing, presumed dead. He had set of an explosion through the use of his energy, and his body was never recovered. You watched the light drain from Scott’s face when he was told of his brother’s death, and it had shattered your heart to see him lose so much.

You just didn’t expect it to change your relationship with him as much as it did.

It started when he began cancelling dates between the two of you. You hadn’t thought about it much, believing it to have something to do with his work with Xavier’s School. You didn’t quite understand it, especially when you were without any powers, but you didn’t want to stress him out by asking.

However, when he forgot your one year anniversary, you couldn’t convince yourself to forgive him. You took the walk to the school, a bag thrown over your shoulder. Large headphones covered your ears as you switched up the volume on your music, flinching when it became much too loud. As you turned it down, you approached a grand home that reminded you of the places your mother used to speak of.

There were quite a few teenagers running around, and you watched with amazement as one flew into the air, glorious wings made of metal holding him in the sky. Staring at him, you didn’t notice that some of them had stopped to look at you.

“Can we help you?” A girl asked, her eyes narrowed slightly. A bright yellow coat hung off her shoulders as she popped her gum, looking you over.

“U-uhm, sorry. I’m looking for Scott Summers. I’m his girlfriend,” you said. Your headphones hung around your neck, your music almost silent.

“Girlfriend?” A silver-haired boy asked as he sped toward you, a blur that made you stumble back, “He’s never told us about any girlfriend. Thought he was with Jean.”

Confused, you furrowed your brow at him. You said, “I’m his girlfriend. H-he never talked about me?”

They shook their heads, and you felt your shoulders fall. Why wouldn’t he talk about you? Was he ashamed of you?

“Uhm, he’s around the back. I’ll take you to see him,” the girl with the yellow coat said. They were all looking at you with sad eyes, and you quickly followed her away from them. You kept your head down, suddenly self-conscious about being here.

“I’m Jubilee,” she said.

“Y/N,” you said.

“So, you’re Scott’s girlfriend. Are you a mutant?” She asked.

You shook your head, and her eyes widened. After a pause, she said, “Really?’

“We go to the same school.” You lowered your eyes to your hands, shifting slightly.

She nodded and said nothing else, leading you toward a field. Someone giggled, and you looked up, your eyes settling on a couple underneath the tree. You felt your stomach twist when you realized it was Scoot sitting with a pretty red-head, smiling at her. This must be Jean.

God, she was beautiful. With her long red hair and her gorgeous face, she could easily enchant anyone she wished. But it just happened to be your boyfriend that she had ensnared.

“Hey, Scott!” Jubilee yelled.

Your heart skipped when both of them turned toward her, and you watched Scott’s smile falter. He moved to stand, approaching you, and you immediately stepped back.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a girlfriend, Scott?” The silver-haired boy was beside you, eyes wide. You nearly fell over from seeing him, your heart racing. “Especially with how cute she is!”

You turned red at his comment, but you couldn’t meet Scott’s stare. Of course he was seeing someone else. Why would he date you when he had someone as beautiful as Jean?

“Y/N? Babe,” he said.

“I’m going home. I’ll see you later, Scott. Have fun with your friends,” you whispered, blinking away the tears in your eyes. You turned away from him, biting back the tears in your eyes.

“Y/N!”

“Just leave me alone, Scott. Obviously you don’t care enough about me to actually come by and say hello, even on our anniversary. I guess I should’ve known. I’m a human. My life is so different from yours. It would’ve never worked out. I guess you’ll be going to school here now, so see you whenever,” you said as you walked off.

“Shit, man. Well, it was nice getting to know you!” The silver-haired boy yelled.

“Shut up, Peter,” Scott growled.

You were curled up in your bed, a book in your lap and your eyes blurring with tears. It was over a week later, and you hated how much you had cried. Your mother had always told you to never cry over a man, and here you were going against her words. You fell back against the pillows and closed your eyes, breathing through your nose.

“Y/N!” A voice called from outside your window, and you stood, approaching it. You should’ve known Scott was going to be the one who yelled for you, yet you hadn’t stopped yourself from answering him.

“What do you want, Scott?”

“Y/N, I love you! Please, don’t end this relationship! I…I’m sorry that I’ve ignored you and made you feel like you weren’t worthy of me! You are! God, you mean so much to me! I’m sorry about Jean, and I’m sorry about forgetting our anniversary. Please, don’t do this! I have lost so much, and I don’t want to lose you, too.”

Guilt flooded your senses, and you turned away from the window, struggling to catch your breath. What would you do? You were still upset at him, and you knew you wouldn’t forgive him so easily. But a part of you still loved him more than anything. What were you going to do?

You faced the window once more and threw them open, staring down at him.  He looked so sad, so broken, and you sighed.

“Scott….”

IDK IF YOU MEANT TO BUT STEVEN UNIVERSE

Dinner and a movie

Group chat: dinner and a movie

Avengers x reader

a/n: shout out to my favorite blog, @avengerschatroom who writes the most funny chatroom fanfics ever. i got this whole idea from them, so please check them out!

Y/n the best avenger has started a group chat.

Y/n has added Thor, Steve, tony, Bucky, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Scott, Sam, rhodey, and Peter.

-6:36-

Thor: Lady y/n, what is this?

Y/n: It’s group chat, so we can all reach each other if we need it.

Steve: What a great idea y/n!

Clint: more like a terrible one. Tony will probably bug the hell out of us.

Tony: rude.

Peter: mr. Stark wouldn’t do that!

Nat: oh yeah he would.

Rhodey: as his good friend I can tell you he does that a damn lot.

Tony: hell yeah I will. Sorry kid but they’re right on this one.

Scott: wow guys, thanks for inviting me to this chat!

Scott: also, Thor, huge fan of your work. The lightning thing is awesome.

Thor: thank you, human bug.

Y/n: Scott stop fanboying.

Bruce: oh let him be. He’s new. You did that too you know.

Y/n: yeah, but I wasn’t that bad.

Scott: OMG

Scott: OMFGGGGGG

Scott: I can’t believe it’s you! It’s actually you! You’re the hulk. Omg omg

~y/n kicked Scott out of group chat~

Y/n: I’ll let him back in once he calms down.

Steve: that might be a good idea.

Tony: what are we talking about again?

Y/n: Wanda wanted to know if you guys wanted to eat with us.

Y/n: she cooked too much and now we have food for ten.

Sam: what kind of food?

Y/n: uhh… I’ll add her and ask.

~y/n added Wanda~

Y/n: hey wanda! What food did you make?

Wanda: a Slovakian feast called bryndzové halušky. I made it before, do you remember?

Sam: i think we all remember that heaven. I’ll be there if Bucky isn’t.

Steve: hey!

Sam: did I say Bucky? I meant… Yeah I meant Bucky.

Thor: I shall be there and feast opon your delicious food!

Steve: I will be there.

Natasha: count me in.

Tony: I was planning to go to a party. But this is a great excuse not to go, so I’m in.

Bruce: since I eat for ten already I think I’ll pass.

Clint: smart choice.

Peter: aww. I can’t go. Homework stuff. :(

Tony: I’ll tell the teacher you’re working with me. You’re eating with us.

Peter: but I don’t think that’s right, mr. Stark.

Tony: no buts. I’m sending a car for you now.

Peter: o-okay.

~y/n added Scott ~

Y/n: Scott you’re invited to dinner and a movie with us if you don’t freak out.

Scott: okay fine. I won’t freak. Meet you there.

Y/n: okay now that we know who is and isn’t coming, we need to pick a movie.

Rhodey: you said nothing about a movie.

Natasha: I pick the movie!

Y/n: and now you see why I didn’t mention it before.

Peter: maybe we could watch stark trek? Or Star Wars!

Thor: those movies are inaccurate, and tell lies about the Galaxy’s past!

Sam: okay so no star movies around Thor.

Bruce: no action movies.

Wanda: I thought you weren’t coming.

Bruce: not to the dinner. I’ll be at the movie though.

Steve: so basically everyone will be there.

Sam: expect for Bucky.

Steve: that’s why I said basically everyone, Sam.

Natasha: every movie I had in mind is now gone since no action movies. Anyone have a idea?

Wanda: we could watch one of my old Slovakia movies.

Rhodey: no no no no no. Not again. Never.

Bruce: what about love actually?

Clint: WE CANT LET THE YOUNGLINGS SEE SUCH MOVIES LIKE THAT. ITS RATED R

Tony: no one under 18 sees love actually. Got it? We are not ruining innocence today.

Y/n: do you really Peter and I haven’t seen love actually? We’re not 12.

Peter: I’ve never seen it. Does it have blood or something?

Y/n: oh you cinnamon roll. You’ll learn when you’re older.

Peter: what? We’re almost the same age.

Thor: I thought we were choosing a earth film to watch? Are we not?

Natasha: okay that’s it. We’re watching friends.

Tony: That could pass.

Scott: I’ve never watched it.

Y/n: I feel betrayed on a personal level.

Clint: so then it’s a go?

Steve: I think so.

Natasha: of course it is. I’m always good at picking TV shows.

Y/n: meet at the tenth floor okay? See ya in fifteen.

-8:15-

Bucky: did I miss something?

Sam: what? No.

Bucky: oh, okay. Wait, then why do I hear laughing from upstairs?

Bucky: you guys didn’t invite me to the party?

Sam: well to be fair, it was either me or you. And it’s not my fault that I’m such fun.

Bucky: jerk.

Sam: bitch.

tag yourself, I’m Scott.

I’m Natasha. keep the list going!

GUESS WHOS BACK 🙈💅🏻💅🏻❤️❤️

I’m back to ruin your dash 😩😩❤️❤️💕💕👏👏😂😂

you just make it nicer ;)

O my gawd I feel the love 😩💕💕❤️❤️

YAYAYAYAYAY

I didn’t think anyone would miss me TBH !!:o

well, duh we missed you!

GUESS WHOS BACK 🙈💅🏻💅🏻❤️❤️

I’m back to ruin your dash 😩😩❤️❤️💕💕👏👏😂😂

you just make it nicer ;)

O my gawd I feel the love 😩💕💕❤️❤️

YAYAYAYAYAY

-having to deal with his constant complaining about Bucky.

-running/jogging with him everyday.

-making him cook for you, ‘cause “Jesus man, these eggs are heaven on a plate.”

-telling him he should open a restaurant called 'the falcook’

-him telling you how stupid of a name that is

-Sam actually thinking about it.

-him hiding the fact that he got beat up by an ant from you. -finding out and laughing so hard. 

“will you ever let that go?” “Nope. Never." 

-whenever you’re around Sam and Steve at the same time and they have a broment you just scream "I SHIP ITTT!!!”

-laughing a lot when they look pissed.

-”omfg no, sam. i am NOT petting that robot”

-sometimes you make him camp with you just to hear his complaining/joking.

-He is the best wingman ever. (well besides wanda, of course.)

bonus!

-thanking scott for showing sam that he’s not the best fighter.

-steve being so confused.

awwwwe! too cute