*having a little frustration*

˗ˏˋ little emoji asks ˎˊ˗

🌟 | what techniques do you use when you can’t fall asleep?
🐰 | is there a story behind your favorite stuffie’s name?
🌸 | do you have any interesting or unusual hobbies?
🌵 | is your reaction fight or flight when someone is mean to you?
☁️ | how do you cheer yourself up when you’re sad?
💦 | does thunder scare you or do you love storms?
🎀 | did you ever play dress up when you were younger?
💫 | do you believe in extraterrestrials or ghosts?
💿 | what are your favorite little space movies?
💧 | do you own any bath toys? how many?
🌱 | when did you discover your little side? how did you begin to explore it?
🍼 | do you prefer juice, milk, or water?
🌷 | have any advice for littles struggling to identify themselves?
✨ | when was the last time you wished upon a star? did your wish come true?
💭 | what helps you regress on days when little space seems out of reach?
✈️ | do you travel with any little supplies? what do you never leave the house without?
🐭 | what pet names do you love to be called?
🌿 | how do you motivate yourself to get out of bed on lazy days?
📩 | do you enjoy coloring? what’s the last thing you colored?
💎 | are you materialistic or a minimalist?
💒 | have you ever thought about leaving little space permanently because it frustrated you?
🌙 | do you like bedtime stories? which is your favorite?

Dating Jughead Jones Would Include...

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•Him constantly worrying he’s not good enough for you, and you reassuring him by kissing him passionately on the lips

• Stealing his beanie…all the time

• Tickle fights

• Pizza and old movies

• Listening to your favourite bands under the stars and holding hands, trying to forget the world

• Giving him a place to stay when the Drive-Thru shuts

• Him getting unbelievably jealous when Chuck tries to hit on you, but you just walk off holding his hand in front of Chuck to show him you’re already taken

• Long hugs

• Wearing his leather jacket and it looking better on you

• Going on murder investigations together like spies

• Giving him shoulder massages after he’s been bent over the keyboard for hours straight

• Cliche dates at Pop’s

getting pissed off when he tries to wear his beanie when you’re in the middle of having sex

• Tugging the beanie off his head standing up and threatening he can either have you or the beanie

• The beanie ends up on the floor as you guys fuck ;)

• Looking after you when you’re ill

Dealing with his sarcastic comments that make you want to scream in frustration

• Having to deal with his little smirk in lesson times that makes you want to run and up and kiss him then and there

• Jughead Jones being totally, undeniably, completely head over heals for you

burningocean  asked:

Top 5 Soukoku moments ? 😎

Hi Ann, look at what you’ve done. Thank you for the pain. 

1. “I used Corruption because I trusted you”. All this scene is sort of heartbreaking. Chuuya trusts Dazai so much it physically pains me. He hasn’t used Corruption in FOUR YEARS, and then Dazai comes and says “let’s do it like the old times” / “yes, why not, I’ll just put my life in your hands like I did countless of times despite the fact that you betrayed me and I haven’t heard from you in FOUR FRIGGING YEARS and I could literally die in front of your eyes”. WHO DOES THAT????????? Chuuya Nakahara, apparently. That being said, I can’t believe my favorite skk moment is also the moment that makes me raging THE MOST. Of course I’m still outrageously bitter because Dazai literally called him partner, folded his clothes (yes, I’m bringing back the vintage receipts here), washed his face from the blood and then…left him there??? WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI???

2. When they pull the power couple aesthetic. When they actually work together as a team, they are mesmerizing to watch. You can see that the roots of their partnership are still there, that they know each other so much that sometimes they don’t even need words to communicate. They are not Soukoku for nothing, after all. 

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3. When Chuuya fake killed Dazai (aka, Soukoku in a nutshell). Ah this is such a powerful moment, the cherry on top of a scene where Dazai did everything he could to push Chuuya on the verge of murder, just to see him almost doing it. I can’t help but think how liberating this gesture must have been for Chuuya, he finally let out a little bit of his frustration (that’s why he was there in the first place. After four years he’s still bugged by him, he still wants some sort of revenge, he still needs a closure Dazai is not willing to give him). But that’s it. You can say you’ll kill him all you want, my little Chuuya, but will you really? I don’t think so, because you care and love him so much it’s almost painful to watch. And if you, Dazai, could stop toying with him every chance you get, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you very much.

4. Every time Dazai reminds Chuuya that he knows everything about him. Tell us more about those moves and those thrusts Dazai, we’re all ears. 

5. DORKS. First of all, I want Dazai saying “CHUUUYAAAAAA” as the sound people hear passing next to my grave. Second. I feel so robbed because in the manga Dazai actually laugh his ass off at Chuuya’s “little rich girl” impression. 

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Originally posted by zoemichaelisphantomhive

- bonus: all the official art involving them is a blessing sent from the gods, I think that Bones ships them as much as we do if not more (remember the park date one? HONESTLY). But there’s one that has has a special place in my heart:

LISTEN. L I S T E N. I could talk about this art literally for two days straight because ??? You can try to convince me all you want, but this is made to be somehow romantic. Look at the way Dazai is tilting his chin up, it looks like he’s waiting for a kiss. And Chuuya is looking in our direction but if he was to look down he’ll be right above Dazai’s lips and ???? WHAT THE FUCK??? Not to mention what’s probably the most fucked up thing here that is THE FLOWERS. It’s a Camellia Japonica, or Japanese Quince, and they are the symbol of love, temptation, passion and deep desire. That’s it y’all. I’m out. I don’t even know what to say anymore. Soukoku might not be canon, but sure as hell they are baiting it…a lot. 

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Green vs. Red

Context: The party have kidnapped a kobold and are interrogating him. They get a little frustrated to learn the kobold only knows draconic (and some Giant) which only the dragonborn fighter knows how to speak.

Dragonborn (In draconic): Do you speak common?

Kobold: (Thinks for a little bit, then in common) Red. Blue. Green…Seven? (Collective groan from PCs)

Tiefling Rogue: (Walks up to kobold and show’s it his arm, pointing at his skin) Red. Red.

Kobold: (Nods in understanding and then shows his own arm) Green!

Tiefling: (In an attempt to scare the kobold he takes out a dagger and shows it to the kobold’s face before pointing the tip at it’s outstretched arm) Red.

(The tiefling failed his intimidation check.)

Kobold: (Visibly confused, shakes his head) No. (pointing to the dagger) gray. (Pointing to his arm) Green.

Tiefling: (Grabs the kobold’s arm and cuts off it’s hand. The Kobold screens in pain. The tiefling shows it it’s own severed hand) RED!

Kobold: (Quivering in pain and fear) … green.

cute flustered nerds

Bubblegum will never not be annoyed that Zigzag is so much taller than her lmao

I’VE WANTED TO DRAW THESE TWO TOGETHER FOR…. A LONG WHILE NOW. I mean, I’ve done it before, but now that they’ve actually interacted I have a BETTER GRIP ON IT I THINK. They’re just…. They’re cute ok…..

[Zigzag belongs to @alainaprana!!]
[Bubblegum belongs to me!!]

Minor issue here, but:

Can we stop making meta about how there must not be female galra because in a setting 85% populated with modest, concealing uniforms and relatively few people getting spoken dialogue, we don’t have explicitly confirmed female galra.

Can we especially stop saying “maybe Keith’s mom is Actually A Second Dad” because I’m pretty dang sure Dad Kogane would be clear on his partner’s pronouns considering they got far enough in their relationship to have a child together. If Keith had two dads, his recollection of his father would not be calling other dad “your mother”.

First, we know VLD aliens do not conform to cissexist human expectations of what makes someone Female ™. The balmerans are all flat-chested. Several of the merfolk, including Plaxum once she takes her jellyfish off, are clearly shirtless and do not appear to have any visible breasts. One of the workers at Sal’s restaurant is explicitly female and has a lovely beard.

Allura, who knows how Galra culture and physiology works, disguises herself as a foot soldier. It goes off without a hitch- Shiro is the one who, unintentionally, blows their cover. This pretty much confirms for us there are female soldiers in the empire and they are not unusual at all.

Haggar passes as a female galra and is treated as such. Allura didn’t find Haggar suspicious until she realized Haggar was Altean.

Again: Allura grew up and spent most of her life in peacetime and open exchange with the galra, to the point that she traveled through galra spaceports hundreds of times. Allura would know if there aren’t any female galra. Furthermore, if the galra were monogendered and presented exclusively as what we would call masculine, we would expect Allura during her stint as a footsoldier, or Haggar being part of the empire, to alter presentation accordingly to fit in, if not both of them.

Female galra are a thing. It’s canon. Am I a little frustrated we don’t have a lot of explicitly confirmed female galra in the cast, yeah absolutely, but the solution to that is not to write fanon rules about how there can’t be female galra. 

One Week (Connor Murphy x Reader)

TW: EVEN SMUTTIER THAN THE LAST ONE, swearing, a whole lot of innuendos

Words: 1,700 ish

Disclaimer: I may edit this a tiny bit more in the future. But enjoy, kiddos!

“Oh here they come,” Alanna groaned to the rest of your friends, spotting you and Connor walking towards the lunch table. 
“Wow, and a whole new gallery of hickeys to go along with it!” Jared nodded towards the faint purple bruises on Connor’s neck. 
“Ugh, seriously, can we stop talking about this? He’s my brother. The last thing I want to think about is him… doing it,” Zoe basically cringed at her last words. She folded up her half eaten sandwich, clearly having a loss of appetite.

You and Connor sat down, smiling. Your boyfriend slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“What were you guys talking about?” You asked curiously. 
“Oh, just how you and Connor can’t keep it in your goddamn pants,” Jared snorted casually.

“I mean, I’ve never heard Y/N complain-“

Zoe groaned. “Okay, that’s all I can take. Come on, Evan, let’s go eat outside,” she stood up and the blue boy followed. His ears were pink just from listening to the conversation.

“See? Even tree-nut over there can’t be around you two,” Jared remarked.

“What the hell do you mean, Kleinman?” Connor rolled his eyes. 
“I MEAN that we all know how much you guys fuck. My god, look at you; your neck could be a Picasso sunrise!” Jared laughed in between his words. Connor’s hand shot up to his neck immediately, in attempt to hide them.

“Every time we get together, you guys always leave early to have sex,” Alanna pointed out, taking a bite of a baby carrot.

“Do not! When was the last time we did that?” You looked at Alanna with disbelief.

“Literally last week we watched Schindler’s List at my house, and you sucked Connor off in the bathroom,” Alanna stated.

Your face turned bright red. Connor’s ears changed colour like a chameleon to match.

“Who the fuck gets turned on by dead Jews? You guys are messed up,” Jared joked.

You rolled your head back and groaned. “Ugh, you guys are exaggerating! We don’t do it that often.”

Alanna and Jared bounced back and forth.

“Last week. Schindler’s List.”
“Week before that, we went to the arcade. You guys left and had sex at Y/N’s house.”

“Week before that, we all went out to eat and you guys dashed before dessert came.”

“Ok, ok! I get it. We have a lot of sex. But what’s wrong with that?” Connor let out an annoyed sigh.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, scientifically speaking, but it’s just… annoying,” Alanna concluded.

“Yeah, I bet you two couldn’t go a week without having sex.” Jared took a sip of his juice box, giving you both a judgemental glare above the rim of his glasses.

“You’re on,” you shook his hand. Connor choked on his own spit, eyes growing wide.

“Wait, babe, are you sure-”

“Quitting already, Murphy?” Jared spoke as he reached out his hands to shake yours.

Connor gulped, looking between the two of you. “Ok. Fine,” he finally sighed.

Alanna checked her watch, “ok, so this time in exactly a week, you guys cannot have ANY sexual intercourse. That includes anything in sexual nature.”

You nodded with a confident smirk on your face.

Two days have already passed, and it’s been a lot harder than you thought. You have been so used to having little quickies and long nights with Connor, that you felt… frustrated. It was almost as if your nerves were just asking to be trampled on. Even worse, Connor was getting antsy.

You were at his house, in an attempt to study. But he couldn’t sit still. He was full of energy and in a pissed off mood.

“Connor, just come sit down,” you pinched the bridge of your nose with your fingers.

“I can’t fucking sit down. I can’t just sit, I-I need something,” he ran his hand through his long hair, pulling at the roots.

Connor had quit smoking after you two started having sex. When he smoked weed, he felt a release of stress. Then when he became intimate with you, he didn’t need that other outlet. Of course, you were over-the-moon when he told you that he had stopped smoking. And the sex wasn’t too bad either. You stood up from his bed, walking over to him and placed your hand on his arm.

“Look, I get that this is all a shitty bet made by Kleinman, but we have to prove to ourselves that this relationship is more than just sex,” you gave him an endearing look, searching his eyes.

Connor dropped his hands to his sides, nodding. “Yeah. You’re right,” he sighed softly.

The two of you were laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Do you remember that time, we were on a date, and you laughed so hard that soda came out of your nose?” Connor teases with a grin.

“Oh don’t remind me,” you giggled.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with you. I mean, who wouldn’t want a girl who has Dr.Pepper for snot?” He tickled your side softly.

“Ok, seriously, shut up. Remember the time you peed yourself in second grade? Yeah, don’t start shit, Murphy.” You jokingly growled back with a laugh.

The two of you continued to joke and share the odd memory or two. You reminisced on embarrassing moments, your firsts, and plans for the future. It had been so long since you two had just sat down spoke to each other. It felt… nice.

Connor must have been thinking the same thing, because when you looked to your right, he was looking right at you. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in a very long time. It was the look of genuine care and love. His pupils were enlarged and his eyebrows were relaxed. His mind looked like it was put at ease with something other than physical pleasure.

As much as you hated to admit it, Jared might have actually done something useful.


Time wore on and your patience grew both thick and thin. A week without sex was a week full of love and frustration. You and Connor took the extra time you had to get to know each other. But your time alone was the most frustrating. 3 days into the week, he had tried to sext you. Sending you teasing messages and pictures of himself that were not-safe-for-work. By the fourth day, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. When you sat near each other, his hand would run up your leg and be hiked dangerously north. By the fifth day, Connor’s eyes were glued to your neck. He stared at the skin that resembled a blank canvas. He wanted to litter it with bruises created by his lips. He wanted to make sure that everyone knew you were his. And by the sixth day, you couldn’t take it anymore.


Connor growled as he shoved you into his room, slamming the door closed. You attacked his lips, pressing so hard that he almost lost balance. Connor yanked your jacket off of your arms, throwing it on the floor. The zipper hit the floor, making a loud noise. But you didn’t care. Every sensation that wasn’t caused by Connor – faded into white noise.

He quickly grabbed your thighs, throwing you onto his double bed. He tucked his head in your neck, biting and finally creating a piece of art that couldn’t be graded. His hands quickly moved under your shirt, grabbing onto your breasts roughly.

“God, I fucking missed these,” he breathed out messily.

“Connor, w-what about your parents? W-What about Zoe?” you whispered in between hot breaths.

His hands grabbed your thighs and pulled them apart roughly, slipping his torso between them. “At work. I don’t fucking care about Zoe,” he grumbled against your skin.

You tipped your head backwards, letting your boyfriend catch up on all the missed time. Every tick, emotion, or outlet he needed was now all in for your pleasure. His anger built up from the week is pushed onto his muscles: carrying out the pleasure that he dedicates to you.

Connor sat on his knees. Stripping off his shirt, he presented the pale torso that you know all-too-well. You placed your hand on the line of hair beneath his belly button. You wanted to admire his beauty, but Connor had other plans. He attached his lips to yours and the two of you continued to remove your clothes, throwing them to the side of his bedroom.

His kisses trailed down your bare body. His movements resembled a waterfall, graceful and with a plan. He got dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. Slipping under the covers, he threw your legs onto his shoulders, burying his face in your thighs. He kissed up them, his nose nuzzling into the soft skin.

“I’m so lucky. So goddamn lucky,” he murmured.

You sucked in your breath, leaning onto your elbows as you watched his every move.

Connor kissed up your legs, and placed a soft kiss to your core. You hissed in delight, mouth hanging agape. Connor licked a single stride, smirking as you squirmed beneath his touch. He alternated between his tongue and fingertips, making sure to give you his undivided attention.

“You’re such a pretty girl, so so pretty,” he murmured against your heat.

You grabbed onto his locks, throwing your head back with your eyes closed. You could feel him humming the tune to your favourite song. You felt so close to the brim and then he pulled away.

Whining, you looked at him. Usually, he would give you 2-3 orgasms a night. But he was too eager to finish what he started. Throwing open his bedside drawer, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.

“Ride me,” he spoke quickly. You nodded and straddled him. You slipped him into you and rested your forehead against his.


Zoe walked through the front door of her house. Her mom and dad were at work, but had texted her to ask Connor what he wanted for dinner. Running upstairs, she was already dialing the number to her favourite pizza place.

She swung his bedroom door open, “Hey Connor, what do you want for- OH DEAR GOD.”

I’ve been wanting to draw Kanera chibis for… years. I guess that S4 trailer finally got me to sketch this out.


did someone order a banana split?

Hahahaha kill me.

Richie Tozier Needs Love and Protection - A Reddie One-Shot

Hey everyone, I decided to write a Richie Centric Reddie One-Shot because I love him so much. He is my son and he needs love. I’ll also protect Reddie woth my life. Enjoy!

Characters: The Losers Club, Maggie Tozier, Went Tozier, Bowers’ Gang

Word Count: 8389

Summary: Richie Tozier is a wildcard. ALways has and always will be. Now the Losers have to help him after his big mouth gets him in to trouble. Thanksfully, Eddie is there.

(Gif Credit: colinmorgay)

Richie Tozier Needs Love and Protection

Richie Tozier was definitely the most unpredictable out of The Loser’s Club. Most of the losers keep to their schedule and routine. Not Richie. Routine made him itch, feel like he was stuck in an endless loop of uselessness. Most of the Loser’s didn’t get why, but Bev got it. She was the most like Richie out of everyone. Sure she knew when and what not to say and she certainly didn’t have half as bad a trash mouth, but she understood him and why he did what he did. So when Richie didn’t show up to ninth period Spanish class that he shared with Bill, Stan, and Eddie, no one was concerned. Richie was known to ditch class to sneak up to the roof to smoke a few cigs with Bev when they were restless or had what Bev called “the itch”.  , they didn’t bat an eye, maybe if they did, thing would have been different.

The boys left Spanish class, an endless stream of chatter and teasing following them as they rushed to their lockers to get their stuff and leave the school for the three day weekend. They didn’t see Richie at his locker, but they still weren’t concerned. On days that he ditched with Bev, he was usually the first one to their meetup spot, the bike rack. But when they got to the bike rack, they didn’t see Richie or his bike. So the trio waited at the bike rack for the others. Richie could just be with Bev still. Sometimes they would stay behind to finish their stick before heading down. Mike headed over first, he had dropped off his meat delivery early so he could meet the losers at the school. Then, Ben and Bev headed over, laughing about some shitty poem that a freshman wrote about their horse. Still, no Richie.

“Bev, where’s Richie?” Eddie asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m not sure, he didn’t make it to ninth?” She asked, not all too concerned.

“N-N-No, he w-w-wasn’t there t-today.” Bill responds, before pecking Bev’s cheek quickly.

“Well, he probably split a while ago. We were on the roof during third period study hall and he said he was thinking of ditching for the arcade.” Bev responds, unlocking her own bike from the rack.

“Trashmouth is probably glued to Final Fight and talking smack to the other nerds that are there just as much.” Stan says, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know guys…” Ben says, uneasy at the idea of just up and leaving without Richie.

“We should just check? With Derry, you can never be too sure.” Eddie, attempting to hide the fear in his voice. It’s only been two months since the events of the sewers.

“If I see one ‘Missing Richie Tozier’ posters I’m killing myself.” Stan says and Eddie glares at him.

“Stan, shut up.” Eddie deadpans.

“I’m just saying, I’m not in the mood to deal with IT right now. I have an algebra ii test on Tuesday!” Stan says, following the group back into the school anyway. He won’t leave his best friend but he will sure as hell complain about it.

The searched the hallways, Richie’s locker, the roof, and even the locker room, but besides the stench, they didn’t find him. No sign of him and no signs of Pennywise. The group was relieved they didn’t find things written in blood or missing posters littered around, but they were still uneasy about not finding Richie. Something about today was just off. But, they just wrote it off as still being off after the events of the summer.

“I guess he just isn’t here?” Ben says, as they’re all stopped in the boy’s locker room.

“A-At l-l-least it wasn’t I-IT.” Bill says, relieved they don’t have to deal with that again.

“I don’t like how he just sneaks away without a word. So many things could happen! He could be kidnapped by some creep or hit by a car and bleeding out or dead at the bottom of the Quarry and we would have no idea!” Eddie exclaims, frustrated.

“He just needs to be a little unpredictable sometimes, Eddie. Being predictable makes him anxious. Not that he would admit that, he just says it makes him itch.” Bev says, understanding where both boys were coming from.

“I guess we’ll just see him later; do you think he’ll come around to the quarry?” Mike asks.

“If he is glued to that stupid arcade game, probably not, I’ll just call him when I get home.” Stan says.

“I guess he’s just at Level Three Richie™️ today. You know how he sometimes gets.” Bev says, and all the losers nod their head solemnly.

Richie was not one to show his emotions easily, another similarity between him and Bev. While the others of the group will admit when they are feeling scared or down or just generally upset, Richie will hide it for everyone.

Level One Richie™️ is the most subtle of the three levels. This usually means an increase in his “Voices” and terrible jokes. His famous trashmouth is working in overdrive; every other word out of his mouth is “fuck” or “shit” or occasionally “asshole”. When Rich was at Level One Richie™️ they knew to just let it run it;s course, and not to push him too far.

Level Two Richie™️ was a little bit worse. When he was at Level Two Richie™️ he smoked more than usual and was easier to provoke than usual. Level Two Richie™️ was brought out most by Bower’s gang and sometimes teacher. When people bothered him about his glasses, his loud mouth, his big personality, he would get hurt. Instead of showing it, he turned it outwards. Like Level One Richie™️, he cursed up a storm and didn’t hold back his colorful insults.

But Level Three Richie™️ is a whole new Richie. They’ve only seen it a few times, and they don’t like to. The first time they say Level Three Richie™️ was after their first time in the Neibolt house. Eddie wasn’t there for it, Richie held it in until Eddie’s mom drove away because Eddie was terrified and hurt and he didn’t want to make it worse. But then Bill just had to go on and on about how they had to go back and keep going, ignoring the fact that all of them had almost died, and that if they had figured out that three doors weren’t real a second later, Eddie would have been eaten. Richie exploded, he screamed at and pushed and shoved Bill. He had to be held back by Mike and Stan when Bill punched him for calling him out on his bullshit.

The second time was when Bower’s gang was trailing the loser’s club with his car and he was saying shit to all of them, and they all let it roll off their backs. But Richie’s at like Level Two Richie™️ because he has no time for Bower’s gang and he doesn’t like when they say shit to his friends, so he says shit to Bowers. So, to retaliate because Bowers hates being made to look a fool, he just attacks Richie. He goes in on how no one likes Richie, not even his family, and how fucked up Rixhie’s parents are. This sets Richie off and he is at full blown Level Three Richie™️, he lunges into the car, and starts dragging Bowers out of the movie car. He’s punching him and just losing his shit. The losers are trying to hold him back and Bowers’ gang is trying to drive off. Honestly, seeing Richie freak out like that freaked them all out, because even when he was at Level Three Richie™️ with Bill, he wasn’t anywhere near as bad as that. Richie had to leave because he was upset and couldn’t handle being near anyone, so he spent the night at the arcade.

The third time Richie is at Level Three Richie™️ is when Bowers’ gang lock Eddie into a gym locker. Everyone knows Eddie hates germs, it’s been ingrained into him since he was a toddler. Even after he knows he isn’t sick, it’s just anxiety; the germs still freak him out. So he was freaking out and in the middle of an attack. Richie, who was coming to smoke, walked in on what was happening and once again lost his shit. Bowers’ gang know that Richie is a scrawny kid they could easily pummel, but seeing that much rage is off putting at first. So, once again, it ends with Bowers’ gang rushing off with vows for revenge. This time, Richie cools down quickly, more focused on helping Eddie out of the locker and to breath normally than on his own anger and frustration.

Level Three Richie™️ is not someone to mess with. They all know this. So when Richie is at Level Three Richie™️, they know to stay away and let him cool down in peace.

“L-L-Let’s just h-head to t-t-the Q-Quarry.” Bill says, and so the group leaves.

The group almost forgets Richie randomly  disappeared earlier. They hang out at the Quarry, seeing who can throw rocks the farthest into the water, playing stupid games like tag and manhunt (aka a more adult feeling hide and seek), and just having fun. But it does feel strange that the loud and sometimes obnoxious voice of Richie wasn’t talking trash and attempting his “voices” that seemed too like his own to be a real impersonation.

Eventually, they all go their separate ways for dinner, but no one forgets about the missing loser. When Stan gets back home, his mom is still finishing up dinner, so he decides to call Richie quickly to see how he was doing. The phone rang six times, almost going to his answering machine before Ms. Tozier answers the phone.

“‘Ello? Who’s it? Is eighclock and ‘m tryin ta watch Snoopsss.” Richie’s mom’s speech is heavily slurred and it’s hard for Stan to even understand.

“Uh, hi Mrs. Tozier, is Richie there? I just have a quick question?” Stan asks

“Richieeeee, Richieeeeeeeee! The phone, Richieeee! ’m trying ta watch Snooppss Richieeee.” Richie’s mom moans out Richie’s name throughout the house. In the background, Stan can hear Richie’s dad yelling in the background.

“Maggie stop your screaming! It’s so goddamn annoying! Kid’s not here!” Richie’s dad says, making Stan furrow his brows.

“He’s na ‘ere. Bye.” Mrs. Tozier mumbles out

“Well, can you tell him-” Stan is cut of by the line clicking.

“-that Stan called…” Stan mumbled the rest, but before he could think to call the others, he is called to dinner.

The next day, Richie is still MIA. Bev, Bill, and Ben all go to the arcade to see if anyone has seen Richie since friday. No one has, the last time anyone saw him was in school on Friday. They leave the arcade more frustrated than they had been when they arrived. Eddie, Stan, and Mike have insufficient results. They all went to the movies, if Richie wasn’t at the arcade or with them, he was at the movies. They had a student discount so instead of paying four dollars per movie, he only had to pay a dollar. But, the clerks said that they hadn’t seen him at the theater since Wednesday. They didn’t understand where Richie would be, even after being at Level Three Richie™️, he would be fine after a day. It was unusual for him to simply drop off the face of the earth.

Thankfully, it was Saturday. Saturdays were the Loser’s Clubs favorite night. That was when they had their weekly movie night. The person who got to pick the movies rotated on a weekly basis. They would rent three tapes and everyone had to watch no matter what. They would make a ton of buttery popcorn, eat a ton of candy, and drink soda until their stomachs ached. They would all sleepover Bill’s house, who had the biggest living room and whose parents were glad the house was filled with sound again. They always had a ton of fun. They would play truth or dare and never have I ever and had over the top pillow fights.

So, they all, one by one, arrived at Bill’s house by seven. The last one to get there was Mike, since he lived the furthest from Bill’s house. They waited for Richie, assuming he was running late. As the time passed, however, they got more and more concerned. They waited in silence, the chattered had slowly died out as time went on and their worry grew, for two and a half hours. By 9:30, Richie still hadn’t shown up. Never once, no matter what mood Richie had been in, has Richie missed a movie night. It just simply wasn’t allowed; their movie nights were sacred.

“Okay, I’m freaking the fuck out now!” Eddie yells, startling everyone.

“He’s never missed a movie night! Even when Bowers threw his bike into the barrens, he made it to movie night. I don’t get it…” Ben responds.

“Something about this just seems…off?” Mike adds.

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anonymous asked:


ahhh, i’m glad you like the way i write him! i’m flattered you think it’s good enough to ask for advice, hah. so, there’s a couple rules i have in regards to writing bruce that might help you, coming straight from JD’s little black book of characterization

RULE NUMERO UNO: if you write an emotionless batman, you’re writing a batman that’s not sustainable. the whole reason he became batman is rooted in extraordinarily powerful emotions, and if you can’t sell me a bruce wayne that i can’t see as batman, what are you doing with your life? there’s a difference between someone who is bad at communication, has a tendency to hide his emotions beneath a mask, and is scarily good at compartmentalization and someone who is actually emotionless. people perceive batman as cold-hearted, but that’s a misunderstanding every time. 

RULE NUMERO DOS: he’s full of contradictions. he’s a loner who can’t deal with loneliness. he’s a liar who hates being lied to, he’s a hypocrite who hates hypocrites, a manipulator who hates being manipulated. he’s a good person. he’s a good person who is also the grouchiest, crabbiest, grumpiest ass you will ever meet. he’s paranoid and cynical, but also has one of the most naive worldviews of any hero - that if he just kicks crime in the balls hard enough, no little kid anywhere is going to have to suffer. he’s endlessly frustrating, which also happens to be why i can write 87 paragraphs about him. Now That’s What I Call A Complex Character

RULE NUMERO TRES: he thinks in blacks and whites, but not on a moral level. batman operates in a moral gray area, so bruce would have to be capable of understanding that morality exists more in shades. what i’m talking about is that vigilantism either takes over his life, or he’s not a vigilante at all, no inbetween. either he’s working on 75 teams, or he’s going off alone again, no inbetween. bruce sees giving anything less than your body, mind, and soul to a cause to be half-assing it, and bruce is diametrically opposed to half-assing anything.

RULE NUMERO QUATRO: grunting really is his primary language and one can only write the phrase ‘bruce grunted’ so much 

now, this could be totally out of character to someone else, and that’s fine. this is just the way i do it, based off of my observations of canon. multiple interpretations are always possible, and i love reading a multitude of bruces. this is just what i like to keep in mind. clearly, it’s not everything, but it’s the key stuff, i feel.

anonymous asked:

I always wanted to read a fanfic where Lucy realises she is in love with her best friend and she kinda feels left out when the other FT couples are spending time together while Natsu is busy doing something that Lucy doesn't know of. Lucy wants to vent it out to someone and a timely arrival of a letter from Anna makes Lucy want to go talk to Anna and seek some love advice, only for Natsu to come barging in demanding why Lucy left without informing him

I hope you like this!  Thank you for the request!

Lucy was frustrated and she hated that she was frustrated over something as trivial as her friends being in relationships and she was the only one who was not.  She hated that she was feeling such envy of her friends, she should be happy for them, she was happy for them, but it was hard to not be disappointed when she watched her friends all get together with each other and she was left on the outskirts of the foreign world of dating.

Not only was she incredibly frustrated with herself and her lovey-dovey friends, she was even more uncomfortable due to her innermost thoughts and feelings.  Those thoughts and feelings were all screaming at her in unison; they were tired of her putting them off and they demanded to be heard!  So, Lucy had to begrudgingly admit with, albeit horror, that she was, in fact, in love with none other than her best friend, Natsu Dragneel.

And because of that, there Lucy sat, in self pity and resentment, as she watched Levy’s growing belly, due to the twins she was carrying, Gray, finally allowing Juvia to cling to him without a grimace, and Erza, frequently leaving to go spend time with Jellal, and him coming to visit Fairy Tail from time to time.

Even some people she thought would never get together actually did as the years piled on.  Evergreen and Elfman, Laxus and Mira, Cana and Bacchus, yeah, the one guy who can outdrink her, Lisanna and Bickslow, seemingly the strangest of them all to Lucy.  It was just one giant love fest in the guild hall of Fairy Tail and Lucy was sitting on the sidelines, scowling down into her glass of water.

Lucy sighed, gulped down the rest of her drink, and scanned the room.  All was the same, enough romance in the enormous guild to suffocate her, and her, alone at the bar.  She thought about settling down with some cats, but even cats had a better love life than her considering Happy and Carla were spending a suspicious amount of time together.

She did another once over the hall, not finding what she knew she was looking for.  Natsu was off doing who knows what.  He seemed to be spending a lot of time out, not necessarily on jobs since he, Lucy, and Happy went on jobs together usually, but he was just always gone.  Lucy had once asked Happy where he was all the time and the blue cat just shrugged and gave her a grunt of the unknown.  Too busy with Carla to notice, Lucy was sure.

Lucy groaned and folded her arms on the bar top and resting her head on them.  Usually, by now, Mira would be over to ask if she was okay or ask if she wanted any food or drink, but today she was out with Laxus.  If Mira wasn’t at the guild, usually Kinana took over, but Kinana was visiting her boyfriend, Erik, so the bar, incredulously, was closed.  Lucy wasn’t much of a drinker, but she could have used a hard drink months ago.

“This is shitty…”  Lucy mumbled to herself.  She couldn’t even go on a job.  Lucy dragged herself from the bar and headed for the exit, not bothering to bid goodbye to anyone because her guild mates were absorbed in their own romantic worlds.  “Oh, bye Lucy!  It was so nice to see you, Lucy!  I’m so glad I got to talk to you, Lucy!  Do you want to sit with us, Lucy?”  Lucy muttered under her breath as she walked out the guild doors, mimicking her guild mates and then immediately feeling guilting about it.

“It’s not their fault…  I’m happy they’re happy, really,”  Lucy told herself sternly as she walked the cobblestone path back to her apartment.  She was a little frustrated with Natsu because she would have loved to go on a job, but he was nowhere to be found, and her rent was due in a few weeks.  “This just sucks.  Of course I had to end up having feelings for that dummy.  Stupid Natsu…”  Lucy grumbled, walking along the canal’s edge, and ignoring the warnings from the men in the boat.  She finally reached her apartment, checking her mail before going inside, and was elated to find out that Anna had sent her a letter.

“Hey!”  Lucy commented to Plue who was by her feet, “Anna wants to get together this week!  This is great!”  Lucy’s attitude flipped completely, she wasn’t one to sulk anyways.  She was always happy to go meet with her only living family, and she was so grateful to have Anna in her life.  Lucy busied herself writing a letter back to her, letting her know that she would be positively delighted to go for lunch with her.

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Pairing:  Thomas Jefferson x reader
Word Count: 1,869ish
T/W: Smut! 
A/N: For Squishy Anon’s request: “Jealous!TJeff!!! Like their at one of GWash’s parties and someone (Alex or Arron) flirts with her and he’s like “OH HELL NAW!” and drags them out to the car where they, you know *wink wonk*.. car sex" I LIVE FOR THIS! (May or may not have been listening to “work work” by clipping.)

“Do I have to go to this?” you pouted, dragging your feet, heels in hand. 

“Yes,” Thomas walked over to you, wrapping you in a hug, but you just groaned, “I know, how dare I let you get all dolled up and take you out.”

“This is not ‘taking me out,’ mister,” you pulled back poking his chest, “this is, you forcing me to attend a business party because you’ll be bored without me.”

He laughed a little at how frustrated you were with having to go, “Oh yeah, that’s definitely what this is, not me wanting my wife to attend my bosses party where people will see me with you. You’re right…I’ll just be bored.” 

“Mhmm, that’s what I thought,” quirking an eyebrow, you turned around.

“You look beautiful, Darlin’,” he used that accent, sliding his hands in his dress pants pockets. 

You dropped your heels. Walking back to him, you toyed with his tie a little, “Are you sure you can’t miss this one? I can think of something better to do tonight.”

You pushed your hips against his and gave him your best bedroom eyes, biting your lip and running your hands down his chest. 

“Hmm, nice try,” he kissed your forehead, “but we’re going.”

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Open Letter to Harry Styles Fans

To the Fans,

We understand that many of you are upset as tickets were nearly impossible to get. And now you are seeing some of them are on resale sites.

We recognize the frustration of the fandom — most of you did not get tickets and that has created the overall impression the system did not work.

Many of you have asked us to explain ourselves, so here are the numbers.


The North American tour sold out in record time because of massive demand and that means most of you did not successfully get tickets. Even if you did everything right and pushed the button exactly at 10AM, so did hundreds of thousands of other fans.


That’s the power of #VerifiedFan. And like you, we are proud of Harry and his commitment to make sure his fans are the ones who will be at his shows.

But what about all those listings on unofficial resale sites? While it may sound like a lot, we have only seen about 2,000 tickets posted for resale. That means less than 5% of all tickets are posted on resale sites.


In order to get even more tickets to YOU the actual fans, Harry and his management have asked that Ticketmaster cancel any orders that violated our purchase policy. We are actively identifying any orders in violation of our policies, which may result in some tickets being cancelled that are currently listed on secondary sites.

If that happens, we will let you know how those tickets will be safely distributed to fans.

We know that no matter the circumstances, it’s upsetting not to get tickets to support an artist, especially as much as you all clearly love Harry. We hope that having access to the facts makes it a little less frustrating. It has been so amazing seeing the fanbase be so supportive of each other. Thank you for your patience, your support for Harry, and most of all for being incredible fans.

We’ll update you as soon as we have more information.

Monsta X Teaching Their kids to walk

“Come on princess. Flat feet, not toes. Slow steps with daddy now.”
Holds her hands and tries to guide her into slow steps

Originally posted by kkngie

“Come on bud, you have to hold on. Annnnd you fell again.”
Gets a little frustrated because his son won’t listen to him and he keeps falling on his bum.

Originally posted by gwihyonnie

Bias has a big ass mouth. xx still cute though

“One at a time. I can’t do both at one time.. AHHHH TAKE A COOKIE AND CHILL FOR TEN MINUTES SO I CAN HELP YOUR BROTHER.”
One hundred percent stressed out about trying to teach his twin sons how to walk. They’re both trying to get daddy’s attention when he’s with the other one. He’s ready to scream and call his wife in to help.

Originally posted by kihyuon

“Babe, you’re gonn- HEY NOT OVER THERE.”
Wild goose chase with his daughter. She’s not listening to him and is trying to climb into the fire place.
“I know I’m awful but come on! The fire place? We’re trying to walk not die.”

Originally posted by shownhyuk

I.M in the back & Minhyuk’s hair.. Bitch bye I’m dead 

“Lift your foot, you’re going to fall with shuffling. Come on cutie. Lift the foot and move it forward. Just like daddy, watch.”
Demonstrating how to walk then holds his son’s hands. Has a hard time teaching his mini twin how to walk because they’re too busy goofing off.

Originally posted by monstax-kingdom

“You’re doing so well baby girl. Daddy’s little monster is walking wonderfully.”
Is making great progress with his daughter and is highkey proud of it.

Originally posted by kihyuon


“Ah, you usually listen to daddy, what’s different here? You have to walk, you can’t just crawl around your whole life.”
Frustrated and upset about his son not listening to him about something so important.

Originally posted by hyungwvn


The gifs are either way too spaced out or they’re covering something else and I apologize. I’m working on it guys, I swear.