Teen-A-Day | CAS Challenge

Hi, I’m here again and I -uh- made another challenge. Thought you might wanna join. Feel free to do 1 or all 28. Share or don’t share. Give us character deets or don’t. Stick to stereotypes or get creative. There are no rules. Just here to make some teens ✌️

p.s. this is from a midwestern american perspective - feel free to alter prompts to fit your life experience.

Teen-A-Day | CAS Challenge

Hi, I’m here again and I -uh- made another challenge. Thought you might wanna join. Feel free to do 1 or all 28. Share or don’t share. Give us character deets or don’t. Stick to stereotypes or get creative. There are no rules. Just here to make some teens ✌️

p.s. this is from a midwestern american perspective - feel free to alter prompts to fit your life experience.

Pipe dream.

My top three feminist exploitations of male-default language. (Insp)

John Mulaney, a man who is iconically known for loving his wife, after being told by Jerry Seinfeld that his wife only thinks shes good at something

aziraphale’s knowledge of emojis is low key as extensive as michael sheen’s, while crowley is just as clueless as david tennant and that’s the tea 

more ineffable husbands  ( x )  and  ( x )

A lot to unpack here

The person who wrote this earnest article about loving M Sheen back in January is the only true Michael Sheen fan. The rest of us should be forced to pay them monthly dues for saying his name

Cameron Lovette is 23-years old when she finally crashes and burns in Simmywood. Del Sol Valley had been nothing but cruel to her, and despite falling in love with the overall atmosphere of the hub of all the rich and famous, Cam had to admit to herself that she wasn’t cut out for being a singer. Her looks weren’t model-esque, she wasn’t a size zero, and honestly? She probably couldn’t even sing that well. Evicted from her apartment and stumbling on the outskirts of DSV, she finds herself at Motel ‘69, a motel that was built in 1969 and still had the first coat of paint peeling from the walls. The sheets were older than Cameron, and she couldn’t help but notice the frequent vistor’s to the gentlemen’s club on the second level. After a week of meeting the residents and dancers of the motel, Cameron still finds herself aching for the fame and admiration she had sought so hard. With no job, no income, and not many possessions left to her name, she begins to feel as if her life was slowly slipping out of her control. “I wish I was a superstar,” Cameron whispers, eyes closed and teeth biting into her lip. Suddenly, a voice speaks up from behind her, and she jumps at the sudden loudness of another voice. “For a price,” a whisper says, “that can be arranged, my dear.”

Cameron Lovette is 23-years old when she finally crashes and burns in Simmywood. Del Sol Valley had been nothing but cruel to her, and despite falling in love with the overall atmosphere of the hub of all the rich and famous, Cam had to admit to herself that she wasn’t cut out for being a singer. Her looks weren’t model-esque, she wasn’t a size zero, and honestly? She probably couldn’t even sing that well. Evicted from her apartment and stumbling on the outskirts of DSV, she finds herself at Motel ‘69, a motel that was built in 1969 and still had the first coat of paint peeling from the walls. The sheets were older than Cameron, and she couldn’t help but notice the frequent vistor’s to the gentlemen’s club on the second level. After a week of meeting the residents and dancers of the motel, Cameron still finds herself aching for the fame and admiration she had sought so hard. With no job, no income, and not many possessions left to her name, she begins to feel as if her life was slowly slipping out of her control. “I wish I was a superstar,” Cameron whispers, eyes closed and teeth biting into her lip. Suddenly, a voice speaks up from behind her, and she jumps at the sudden loudness of another voice. “For a price,” a whisper says, “that can be arranged, my dear.”

“There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.” ― Charlotte Eriksson

yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but a supreme enemy you can make out with sometimes in secret sounds a lot more hardcore

Level 1: Prophecy proclaims that no man can kill villain; killed by woman.

Level 2: Prophecy proclaims that no weapon can harm villain; pushed down stairs and dies.

Level 3: Prophecy proclaims that villain will be brought low by no mortal hand; kicked to death by angry mob.

Level 4: Prophecy proclaims that no power on Earth shall be villain’s undoing; fatally distracted by sun in eyes.

Level 5: Prophecy proclaims that only power of laughter can defeat villain; beat up by clown.

does anyone even know what imagine dragons’ songs are about

The day Draco was saved