—I Ship You With Ron Weasley 

so i’ve decided (after seeing many other users do this) that i would do an icon color palette challenge! the palettes i used were mainly from colorhex.com or from google so credit goes to their rightful owners. 
so basically i’ll be taking icon requests for these palettes specifically and will make 5 icons out of each of these colors! just send a character + a palette number and i’ll make them. please just reblog this post to spread the word :) 
ps if you want to request multiple characters and/or palettes then feel free to do that as well.

Does anyone else have that one mutual who’s like Way Too Popular to be following you and ur lowkey convinced that they regret following u

thinking about Him (reggie in the entire Other Side of Hollywood episode)

thinking about Him (reggie dancing during the other side of hollywood reprise)

i was tagged by @myriadimagines (what an icon, i love)

rule: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

1. top three ships: Clarke x Lexa (The 100), Stiles x Lydia (Teen Wolf), Lincoln x Octavia (The 100) (i don’t watch enough shows with ships i rLY like tbh) (im picky) (this will change in like a month)

2. lipstick or chapstick: hm, i use lipstick as chapstick sometimes tbh so iDK

3. last song: Wonderland by Natalia Kills

4. last movie: Spider-Man: Homecoming ( i love one ( 1 ) bean )

5. top three shows: The 100, Teen Wolf, and Legends of Tomorrow

i’ll tag

@headcanonsblog

@alanaswriting

@the100imagine

@writingmale

@fandomsfanficsandfangirlsohmy

@imagination-going-100

we made it to an even 6 and i’ll end there bc like

rule breaking

i live a life of crime

(also anyone seeing this can do this and tag me so i can see mhm)

real tempted to request for mick— but iNstead may i request palette four for alfie?

so i actually got two requests for this same character + palette and since there isn’t a lot of high quality images of alfie, i’m going to split them up 10 icons for each of the requests! (so the next ten of alfie will come on the second request) 

please like/reblog if you use

do not claim them as your own if asked

request here

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no one reads my posts so i can freely say that

the tainted love song but with the “law and order” gavel bangs

IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND WILL NOT LEAVE, A PERPETUAL MEME IS REPLAYING IN MY HEAD—

Still Do

FP Jones x Fem!Reader

Warning: Cheating? PregnANCY?? Being left at the aLTAR?? aNGST? idk ah (also this says fem!reader bc well uh pregnancy but there’s no prounouns so!)

Summary: Wedding Days are supposed to be special. So why wasn’t yours?

Requested by anonymous

i delved from the ask a little bc this woulda been kinda long (it still iS) otherwise bUt it’s hERE

You loved him. Your relationship had never been the easiest, what with FP dealing with the serpents and all, but you loved him.

You were at your place, washing a few used dishes as you occasionally watched the gleam of the ring on your finger. Maybe it was cheesy to be so happy but you weren’t going to let that stop you as you began to dry the dishes. You were supposed to meet FP at Pop’s in a little over an hour for an announcement of yours.

Maybe you were a little worried about telling him of the bun in your oven, but he had a right to know and if he did love you, like you assumed, then there shouldn’t be a problem. Perhaps too eager, you left your place.

You decided going to Pop’s and having a shake or two until FP arrived wouldn’t be too much of a bad idea. You didn’t go to Pop’s too often but Jughead, FP’s son who you were certainly fond of, raved about it enough that you started to go more.

The drive wasn’t long as you hopped out of your car and started towards the entrance. As you pulled the door open, you peered inside the diner for a moment. It wasn’t that busy but it wasn’t empty either. You scanned for a moment before you spotted FP already inside.

You didn’t mind him being here early but you did mind the woman sat across from him. You knew her well. Alice Cooper, an old flame of FP’s so to speak. You weren’t the jealous type but the way they sat at that booth together was far too much for your heart.

It reminded you of your first date with the Serpent and you couldn’t help but swallow the lump in your throat as you turned on your heels and left as fast as you could. No one had seen you that mattered so it was like you were never there, like you hadn’t seen anything.

You had a week until the wedding and you were hoping your heart could survive until then.

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Maybe you had overreacted but you had chose not to speak to FP for the entirety of the week. You were chewing over talking to him about what you had seen but you couldn’t do it. Hell, even now as you stood in the church, in your wedding garments, you were still anxious.

Jughead, though confused as to why, had taken the liberty of telling his dad that you were just superstitious and wanted to keep yourself as far from him as possible until the wedding. He even told him that you had forgotten about the announcement you were going to make.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” You spun around to see Toni Topaz watching you with a smile of adoration. She was one of the few Serpents you were close with, and she was close to Jughead, so maybe that’s why you chose to have her here with you.

“She’s right,” Betty agreed, mimicking the same smile. Even if the thought of Alice only brought pain to your heart, Betty was Jughead’s girlfriend and you loved having her around as well.

“Thank you both,” you sighed, forcing a smile. You realized they were both trying to keep you calm while everyone eagerly awaited FP’s arrival. Archie, perhaps not the best choice for the wedding party, had already accidentally revealed that FP was late. You specifically remembered his girlfriend, Veronica, casting him a glare and a slap on the arm for telling you that. “Where’s Jughead?”

“Here,” Jughead responded, promptly entering the room where you were all gathered. The girls quickly excused themselves to leave you and Jughead to talk.

“He’s running late,” you sighed, casting a glance toward your overwrought frame in the mirror. You then turned toward Jughead in his suit, the usual beanie still on his head. “Really, the beanie?”

“It’s a part of me,” Jughead scoffed, a playful smile on his face. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he did enjoy you being around. You made FP happy and what more could Jughead want? “Can I ask why you haven’t talked to my dad for a week?”

“I may have seen him with someone and I was just more worried-“ Before you could finish, the door squeaked open and Betty peeked her head in. She gave Jughead a sorrowful head shake and you certainly knew what that meant.

In a single instant, you were on your feet and running for the church doors as tears streamed down your face. You had a right to be sad and you were. Not only had you seen him with the woman he certainly never stopped loving, but you were stood up on the day that was supposed to be the most special of all days for you.

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It’d been three months or so. You chose to avoid FP at all costs and it seemed he wasn’t intent on seeing you either. As mad as you wanted to be, you could only be so mad because in some way, you still loved him.

And you hated it. You hated it with just about every fiber of your being. You wanted to curse him and move on but on some nights, you would just sit in your place and the tears would flow. You could never stop them and you just wished for it all to stop.

For the hurt to go away.

Jughead was caught in the middle. He had been so mad at his dad that day and when a month later you had told him about your pregnancy, he had gotten madder. He loved his dad, he did, but he also loved you both together and this entire thing was hell for him.

But you made him swear not to tell FP. You wanted to do that. At least, you wanted to when you were ready to face him. You still couldn’t do it and until then you were going to live your life.

You went to the doctor, but it wasn’t a routine checkup. You were going to find out the sex of the baby and you were ecstatic about it. Part of you thought about keeping it a secret but you couldn’t wait to find out.

Only, when you walked into the clinic you wanted nothing more than to leave. “Y/N, wait!” FP called when you had already begun to turn on your heels.

“What?” You snapped back, glad the clinic was empty except for the receptionist who quickly went to check some files.

“You weren’t going to tell me?”

“Like you deserve to know,” you scoffed, glaring into his eyes. “And for your information, I was planning to.” You pushed past him and went up to the receptionist, ready to check in.

The receptionist pointed out the door for you to go into and you gave FP one last glance. You began down the hallway. “Wait.” You froze at the sound of his voice. “Just...let me come with you.”

Perhaps you were too soft, or perhaps it was the love you still held for him, but your gaze wasn’t as hardened as you gave him a nod and continued down the hallway.

“I wasn’t with Alice,” FP announced the moment you stepped into the empty room. You simply continued forward and sat down, waiting for the doctor’s arrival. “Y/N?”

“I heard you,” you bit back. “That doesn’t excuse the fact you left me at the altar.” You crossed your arms over your chest, before setting a hand on your bare stomach. This ultrasound was supposed to be exciting but now you just wanted it to be over. “I don’t even get why you’re here.”

“Jughead told me the appointment was today.”

“Of course he did,” you sighed, not surprised that Jughead had cracked and told his father. Perhaps he hoped it would fix everything, this moment, but you felt that was just a little bit too wrong.

“I,” FP began, seeming to struggle with his own words, “thought you deserved better. Than me.”

You cast him a cold glare that had a deep sorrow to it. “I loved you.” FP glanced down toward the floor tiles. “I still do,” you muttered under your breath, earning another glance from FP.

It was then that the doctor entered. The tension was definitely high in the room but you were just eager to get it over with. “Hello,” the doctor greeted cheerfully, not sensing the atmosphere. “Are you the father?” FP didn’t respond, and neither did you. “Right, okay! Let’s get to it.”

The gel was applied to your stomach as you continued to avoid FP’s stare. Then, in an instant, your anger and sadness had washed away at the sight of the baby on the ultrasound screen. Maybe you couldn’t fully make out the baby but it was there nonetheless and you knew it.

“Congratulations,” the doctor began, looking toward you both, “it’s a boy.” You let out a soft laugh, letting that wash over you. You had no guesses about what it was going to be, but you certainly couldn’t be happier.

You glanced toward FP, noticing the tears brimming his eyes. As the doctor began to clean up and leave, you chuckled lightly, “The Great FP crying? Who would’ve thought?” FP playfully rolled his eyes at you as he seemed to stumble for words. “We’re not naming him Forsythe Pendleton Jones IV.”

“We’re?” FP asked with a soft laugh of both amusement and disbelief.

“Yes, we’re,” you repeated, sending him a slight smile. “I’m still mad at you and we definitely have problems to work out, but I do love you and this is your baby. I’m not doing this alone, I’ll have you know.” FP couldn’t help the smile on his face before he crashed his lips against yours.

You both certainly had a lot of work to do, but one thing was for certain.

You loved him.

HEY

made an account for my ocs if any of you are interested in checking it out!

currently only has a oneshot on it rn, but i’ll add more!

@lockwells

Supergirl

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warning: Fighting/Violence, Curse Words (Kinda?), Uh, Bad Guys?

Summary: Octavia Blake has an alter ego. She’s otherwise known as Supergirl to the town of National City. With the help of the DEO, where her adoptive brother works, and her brother’s techie girlfriend, she’s what some would call a hero.

Requested by @horsiegirl998

i’ve been dead forEVER oOF SORRY. BUT IM BACK. REQUEST PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. IM BACK. IM ALIVE. I WONT TAKE MONTHS TO WRITE YOUR REQUESTS. I APOLOGIZE. I LOVE YOU.

supergirl gif is not mine kiddos

unedited oof

Octavia Zor-El. That was her name, well her birth name. Her name on Earth was Octavia Blake, and you knew her well. You knew her better than many of the other people on the planet.

You had heard her story many a-times. Born on Krypton, she was the daughter of Zor-El and his wife, Alura. Her planet was dying, being destroyed to be perfectly correct, and she was being sent off to protect her cousin, Kal-El. But things never go as planned, do they?

When Krypton exploded, her escape pod was knocked off course and she was sent into the Phantom Zone, a place where time is somewhat of a foreign concept. She was suspended in time and never aged until finally her pod got free and she landed on Earth.

There she was rescued by her cousin, Finn Collins as Earth knew him, and placed with an adoptive family. The family consisted of three people: Elliot Blake and his wife, Aurora, and their son Bellamy.

You remembered it all very well, you were as shocked as anyone would be when they found out. You knew Octavia as Cat Grant’s assistant—later promoted to reporter—at CatCo Worldwide Media. Not as the superheroine, Supergirl. But working with the DEO, you should be used to such things.

You worked for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or the DEO, as their resident tech expert, which you took with pride. But did you ever expect to be helping the hero of your very own city? Perhaps not.

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“On your right,” You mused into the mic as you watched Octavia through the security cameras of the warehouse.

“You ever gonna get out of my ear?” she scoffed, reasonably annoyed with your comments to her through the earpiece. You let out a light laugh as you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes glued to Octavia on the screen.

She swung her arm back, elbowing her attacker square in the face. He staggered for only a moment before he gripped her arm. She let out a growl as his touch began to burn her screen, even through the suit she was wearing.

“Touchy,” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. You had deemed the offender as a native of some other alien planet. You could never figure out which one and Octavia had been clueless as well. All you knew was that his touch was hot, hot enough even for a Kryptonian.

Before Octavia could wind her other arm back, he gripped her face with his free hand. She let out a yell in his grasp, your heart beginning to race as she fell to her knees with his hands still on her.

“Get up,” you whispered, as if it was supposed to help. “I didn’t hack into these security cameras for nothing!”

“Thanks—for—the—vote—of—confidence!” Octavia snapped back through her gritted teeth. She glared up at her attacker before letting out a gust of frozen breath. A smile adorned your face as he staggered backward. “Too cold for you?” she quipped before continuing, literally blowing him back towards the warehouse walls.

Octavia winded her arm, knocking him hard in the face. She grabbed his shoulders and with her strength, sent him skidding across the warehouse floor. He was dazed, undoubtedly.

As he began to stagger to his feet, Octavia spun towards him. She clapped her hands hard, prompting a hard gust of air that pushed him further back. He flew back into the crates, crashing into them as he lay in a heap. “Yes!” You exclaimed, probably far too into it all. “Can you fly him back? You look a little...”

“Thanks,” Octavia murmured before heading towards the man and hooking her arms underneath his. Within a flash, she was out of the warehouse.

You pulled off your headset and pushed your chair away from the desk and monitors. You got to your feet, beginning to head through the compound. It didn’t take long to find him, Octavia’s brother.

You peered into the training room, careful not to disturb him. You watched with intrigued eyes as Bellamy flipped someone onto their stomach, twisting their arm behind them. “Give up?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

The person beneath him feebly tapped against the floor as Bellamy let out a chuckle, letting go of them. “Training?” You asked, now entering the room.

“He’s tough,” his training partner commented, dusting themselves off. They collected their equipment and rushed from the room, leaving you alone with him.

“Impressive,” You chirped, beaming at the male before you. “I could take you though.”

“I’m sure you could,” Bellamy chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. “That’s why I just leave you to your computers, babe.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He connected your lips as you enjoyed the moment of pure content.

“You’re still coming over, right?” you asked, pulling away. “They added the newest season of Nailed It! to Netflix and I’m dying to watch!”

“Because it makes your baking skills look better?”

You gasped aloud, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know, that cake was only bad because I couldn’t work the oven!”

“You never turned it on.”

“Because I couldn’t work it! Keep up!” You exclaimed, hitting Bellamy on the chest as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Octavia’s coming in. She got the guy.”

“Is she hurt?” Bellamy asked, his face going from one of playfulness to immediate concern.

“We’ll have to see when she gets here, but I don’t think too bad if she is. He got ahold of her arm and her face,” you confessed, giving Bellamy a soft smile as you squeezed his hand. “She’s badass, I assure you. She can do anything.”

“Come on,” Bellamy said, squeezing your hand. The two of you headed out of the training room and entered the main lobby just as Octavia did, dumping the man onto the DEO floor. “O!”

“Hey Bell,” Octavia greeted, flittering down to the floor. She could barely get a word out before Bellamy stepped forward, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to check for damage. “Bell,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He never approved of Octavia doing this, you knew that well. Though their relationship was rocky at times, he did care about her. He viewed the entire “Supergirl” thing as a way for Octavia to put herself into danger and he never once enjoyed such a idea.

“I’m fine,” Octavia repeated, giving Bellamy a less aggressive look. “What kind of hero would I be if some guy with hot hands took me down? How lame,” she joked, laughing softly. Bellamy rose an eyebrow, seemingly unamused.

“Oookay,” You interjected, stepping between them. You guided Octavia away as Bellamy followed close behind you two. You stood in front of the monitors, typing away at the keyboard before your eyes darted toward one of the screens. “National City seems quiet.”

“Too quiet?” Octavia asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘p’. “You’re off-duty.” You hummed, turning back to her with a smile. Octavia smiled lightly before heading off. Bellamy looked back at her for just a moment. “She worries just as much about you, you know?”

“She doesn’t have to.” Bellamy told you. “I can handle myself.” You quirked an eyebrow, a smug grin on your face. Bellamy let out a sigh. “Don’t say it.”

“Octavia would say the same thing,” you sang out as Bellamy glanced away from your far too triumphant face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away.

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“Those poor donuts!” You cried out in distress, munching on popcorn as you watched the TV show on your television. Bellamy laughed lightly beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watched the cooking show.

A knock sounded at the door as you set the popcorn in Bellamy’s lap and hopped up to get it. When you pulled the door open, Octavia was on the other side. “Okay so, I totally don’t mean to ruin date night-“

“You already are!” Bellamy called back as Octavia glared at him over your shoulder.

“But! I brought pizza!” She exclaimed, waving the pizza box in your face. “Mind if I join?” You glanced back towards Bellamy who waved her in as you both shared excited smiles. “Want a slice, Bell?”

He held up two fingers as Octavia nodded and you two worked to get plates. With pizza slices in hand, you plopped down back beside Bellamy as Octavia sat on the other side.

You were twenty minutes into the next episode, when Octavia’s head whipped around. “It was too quiet,” she sighed, hearing the echoing of sirens that you all could now hear.

“I have my laptop and your earpiece if you want backup,” you told her as she got to her feet. She shook her head before glancing toward Bellamy.

“Go.” He told her, offering a reluctant smile. “You can handle yourself.”

“Nice to see you finally notice,” she smiled before ruffling his hair and dashing from the apartment. You glanced toward your boyfriend, a wide grin being held back.

“Don’t say it.”

“You took my advice,” you sang, smugly kissing his cheek. Bellamy playfully rolled his eyes as you snuggled into his side, resuming your show as you knew Supergirl was at work protecting your city.

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