universalgod

 You wandered back into your bedroom to retrieve your sketchbook, excited that your…roommate, for all extensive purposes, and friend was willing to see what work you had concocted recently. Just as your fingertips were brushing across the cover of your cherished book, something took away your attention. From the corner of your eye you saw movement, and it stopped just as quickly. Turning your head to face what ever might have caused such a thing, you let out an unexpected, and quite loud, squeal of panic. Running to your aid, the ever reliable red Zabrak raced toward your bedroom. He came to a stop by the doorway just outside your room

 You wandered back into your bedroom to retrieve your sketchbook, excited that your…roommate, for all extensive purposes, and friend was willing to see what work you had concocted recently. Just as your fingertips were brushing across the cover of your cherished book, something took away your attention. From the corner of your eye you saw movement, and it stopped just as quickly. Turning your head to face what ever might have caused such a thing, you let out an unexpected, and quite loud, squeal of panic. Running to your aid, the ever reliable red Zabrak raced toward your bedroom. He came to a stop by the doorway just outside your room

"I told you what I am!" "Please just say it again." "Fine..." Your small arms pull yourself up on the table, in the middle of the Shield HQ Board Room. You grab your black sunglasses and put them over your eyes with a small giggle. Everyone else in the room, watched with big smiles on their faces. You took a deep breathe and put on a serious face. "Hello, I am Agent Coulson." You stuck your hand in your pant pocket and grabbed what you were looking for, candy wrappers falling on the ground in the process. You took out a small badge with the S.H.I.E.L.D sign on it. Uncle Tony chuckled from his seat next to Aunt Pepper, their daughter Cat

“Gaaaabe!” you screamed, bursting from the stingy motel bathroom.   Gabriel materialized in front of you with a sly smirk on his face “What’s shakin’ sweet cheeks?” “You used all the fucking toilet paper, you winged bastard!” you fumed. “Oh please. You really think I did it?” Gabriel replied in snarky disbelief. “The jury has spoken” you stated, growing impatient with the trickster. “You do realize you travel around with two mutton heads right?” Gabriel narrowed his eyes at you as he sat on one of the two twin beds in the motel room. He was right and you

 Mr. Hastings had to probably be one of (y/n)'s worse teachers ever. He wasn't bad or anything...he was just so negative about answers, questions, problems....you name it, he had it. She didn't understand why he was...so pessimistic. Even the kids who had the right answers seemed to be downtrodden by him. "Hmm, Jimmy are you sure, you're correct that this is the right answer?" Mr. Hastings asked. Jimmy twiddled his pencil a bit. "Umm, I think it is," Jimmy said. "Sir, I've checked everything from calculators to even handwritten. This has to be the right..." "It's not about the answer, Jimmy," Mr. Hastings said. "It's about the work. Are