Eat-Dust

three word starters.

❛ please don’t go. ❜
❛ don’t turn around. ❜
❛ eat my dust. ❜
❛ suck my ass. ❜
❛ what’s for dinner? ❜
❛ drunk i’m not. ❜
❛ where’s your coat? ❜
❛ bring some beers. ❜
❛ are you home? ❜
❛ say my name. ❜
❛ i can’t go.❜
❛ i’d like none. ❜
❛ well fuck me. ❜
❛ are you sick? ❜
❛ i’m freezing cold. ❜
❛ you’re all wet. ❜
❛ are you drunk? ❜
❛ don’t look back. ❜
❛ it says ‘positive’.❜
❛ run far away.❜
❛ you are screwed. ❜
❛ damn it’s hot. ❜
❛ get here easily? ❜
❛ don’t touch me. ❜
❛ it’s cold out. ❜
❛ just leave me. ❜
❛ i like you. ❜
❛ talk to me. ❜

The Dust Monster in IC 1396 : Is there a monster in IC 1396? Known to some as the Elephant’s Trunk Nebula, parts of gas and dust clouds of this star formation region may appear to take on foreboding forms, some nearly human. The only real monster here, however, is a bright young star too far from Earth to hurt us. Energetic light from this star is eating away the dust of the dark cometary globule near the top of the featured image. Jets and winds of particles emitted from this star are also pushing away ambient gas and dust. Nearly 3,000 light-years distant, the relatively faint IC 1396 complex covers a much larger region on the sky than shown here, with an apparent width of more than 10 full moons. via NASA

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Learning valuable life lessons

So, several sessions ago, we all got weird glowing symbols on us from a necromancer. My Cleric got a pentagon on his left hand (also it’s his sword hand).

Last night, we found a box of fine dust.

Me: I want to taste it
Dm: ….
Me: I’m gonna lick my pinky on my NON SWORD hand, and dip it into the dust.
Dm: just to check, that’s not your marked hand?
Me: no it isn’t
Me: I put the dust in my mouth
Dm: how much hp are you on?
Me: 20?
Dm: and your hp max?
Me: 21…
Dm: you take 36 necrotic damage. You don’t die. As you fall to the ground and most of the moisture in your body drains from you, your left hand briefly touches the dust. You realise two things: it’s dust that absorbs 15ft cubed of water, and that your marked HAND CAN CAST IDENTIFY ONCE PER LONG REST!

Moral of the story: don’t eat strange dust. Feed it to the barbarian next time instead!

pregnancy starters

- announcing 
❛ so… i have some news. ❜ 
❛ you look at it, i’m too nervous. ❜ 
❛ it came back positive. ❜ 
❛ so… hypothetically, if we were to have a baby, how would you react?❜ 
❛ okay i just want to say that, yes, i have gained some weight… but it’s because i’m pregnant.❜ 
❛ better get your dad jokes ready. ❜ 
❛ you’re going to be a parent! ❜ 

- questions / hopes / concerns
❛ what names do you like? ❜
❛ i wonder if they’ll like _____. ❜
❛ do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl? ❜
❛ what if i’m a bad mom/dad? ❜
❛ i hope they like me. ❜
❛ so… do you know… what breast milk tastes like? ❜

❛ if my kid turns out like __insert person__ i’ll be pretty pleased. ❜
❛ do you think they’ll have your eyes? ❜
❛ who should we make the god parents? ❜
❛ i haven’t told __insert person__ yet… how should i tell them?❜

belly feeling / watching / interactions
❛ right here! right here’s a foot!❜
❛ the little one is quite active today.❜
❛ is that a hand?! ❜
❛ maybe you should try reading a book to them? ❜
❛ come watch my belly, it’s frickin crazy! ❜
❛ the top of the baby’s head is about… here. and a foot is right this way. ❜ 

-  cravings 
❛ do you think the baby would be down if i ate some chipotle? ❜
❛ coffee isn’t good for you while you’re pregnant or breast feeding, but damn i need some caffeine. ❜
❛ watermelon with peanut butter sounds so great right now. ❜

- other ( reactions, complaints, etc. )
❛ my feet are so swollen…! ❜
❛ ew, my stretch marks are so gross… ❜
❛ the baby will not stop kicking my bladder, so that is why i refuse to leave the toilet. ❜
❛ i’m… going to be a dad/mom?! ❜
❛ well how far along are you?!❜
❛ you’re kidding! ❜

Okay so Lance...

This post sparked a headcanon in my head and I can’t stop imaging it now so I’m going to talk about it and develop it a bit more (feel free to add to it, share your opinion about it, talk to me about it, etc)

Considering its pretty much canon that Lance has a big family with the photo we saw in season one I can’t help but picture him with his siblings and cousins having soccer games whenever they’re together. Family gathering or not, I can totally see lance being a decent soccer player. 

Hear me out: 

- Lance plays soccer as a kid since his older sibling(s) did and his parents insisted he try some extracurriculars

- He sticks with it for quite a few years getting pretty good always enjoying it 

- But as he gets older his dreams of being a professional soccer player are replaced with piloting and the Garrison

- Everyone’s crushed when he quits because Lance had the potential to go pro and all his coaches said so

- He doesn’t think about it much and kind of just shrugs when people compliment his soccer skills, Lance doesn’t really believe he’s as great as everyone says he is because of his self-doubt and insecurities 

- Lets be real he’d totally look good in a soccer uniform and I bet he has all the merch of his favourite team including like three jerseys, two scarves, temporary tattoos, and a ball signed by his fave player (Keith sees Lance in a soccer jersey at some point and dies a little inside bc holy quiznak he looks so good??)

- On a particularly bad day when Lance is really missing home and his family Hunk catches on and suggests that they all play a quick game of soccer which totally brightens Lance’s mood

- After setting up two goals in the training room and briefing Allura and Coran about the rules and basic concept (Altea probs had the same sport just with a different name lets be real) they split into teams: Lance, Pidge, Shiro VS Keith, Hunk, Allura w/ Coran reffing 

- It starts off fun with everyone laughing and just trying their best but as soon as Lance and Keith butt heads it turns competitive and all hell breaks loose 

- Pidge being the dork she is doesn’t understand the hype over soccer and only continues to play because she’s enjoying spending time with the group (and she secretly wants to win lol for bragging rights) 

- Shiro is all “Keep it a fair game guys! You’re all doing great! Great pass Lance!” and is just happy to see everyone having fun and working together

- Keith is ride or die with any competition and is determined to take Lance down (while also trying to ignore how amazing Lance is bc I can’t get enough of pining Keith lol)

- Hunk is probably a soccer player too so he’s loving it, he’d be the best defence player omg

- Allura picks it up easily and is wicked good totally kicking everyone’s asses, she goes from ‘innocent team fun’ to ‘you’re all going down mfs eat my dust’ (Shiro is smitten af lol he keeps getting distracted by her flawlessness which makes Lance all “Dude! Get it together I am not losing to Keith!”)

- Coran is the best ref ever and is just cheering for everyone the entire time, he’d probably dress for the part too (omg imagine Coran with the black and white striped shirt, a black cap, and whistle lol

- It ends up a tie because the teams are equally good, also the game goes on for much longer than expected so they all get tired af and just finally give in satisfied with the game

- Coran brings out drinks and they all just chill together settling down; everyone’s sweaty and out of breath, they all have goofy grins 

- Lance quietly thanks Hunk for getting everyone involved and just sighs happily at his space family

- Just imagine it guys

- Also someone should totally draw this

- Just saying…

Adorable Jerks + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Sam x f!Reader

Request:

Could you do a Sam x reader where the reader and sam just constantly tease bucky and Scott (maybe with the use of memes)


Sam has created a chatroom.

Sam has added Y/N, Bucky, Scott.

Scott: Hi! :) How are you two?

Bucky: what is this

Bucky: what do you two want

You: HE PROTEC

You:

Sam: BUT HE ALSO ATTAC

Sam:

Bucky: S T O P

Scott: I have one question, that really needs to be answered: How did you get pictures of those events?

You: A tech genius never reveals the fairly obvious answer.

Sam:

Sam: when you see an insect

You:

You: when the insect sees you

Bucky: You think you’re so funny :(

Bucky: Well you are but whatever :(

You: thank you snape? ◔̯◔

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Batboys playing Mario Kart

*screen is split 4 ways*

Dick: Who the hell picked Rainbow Road? All these damn colors are making my eyes hurt–and that’s the second time I’ve fallen into space!

Jason: Damian did. 

Damian: It’s better than the Haunted Mansion Tim wanted. The roads in that place are all edges!

Tim: At least that Chomp thing isn’t there. I’ve run into that guy every time I’ve seen him!

Jason: That’s because you suck. Shit! Not another fucking bomb!

Dick: I was playing this before you guys were even born. I am a god at this game.

Jason: Dick, shut up. You’re in last place.*gets a question mark* *question mark gives him a golden mushroom* This has to be the most useless fucking one. *repeatedly presses the ‘Z’ button* All it does it is jump me back and forth like I’m fucking glitching! 

Dick: You just don’t know how to use it.

Jason: Strong words from someone playing as Yoshi. *gold mushroom launches him over the edge and into space* Well fuck you too, Wario,

Dick: Yoshi is lovable just like me. Besides, everyone knows Wario is just the asshole reject of the family. *gasps* Did you do that on purpose?

Tim: Dammit, Damian. Quit with the fucking turtle shells!

Damian: That wasn’t me!

Tim: I can see your screen!

Damian: STOP SCREEN CHEATING!

Tim: STOP HITTING ME WITH RED TURTLE SHELLS!

Damian: THE GAME KEEPS GIVING THEM TO ME!

Jason: Which one of you fuckers hit me with a red turtle shell?

Tim: That would be Princess Peach over there with her endless fucking supply.

Damian: I picked the wrong player! You three douchebags wouldn’t let me change it!

Tim: Oh, but this suits you so much better. 

Damian: Whatever, Mario.

Tim: This game exists because of Mario.

Damian: This game exists for you to be anyone but Mario. 

Dick: I got a star! Eat dust bitches! *passes everyone up* *falls off the edge into space* *gets put back in last* God dammit. 

Tim: What’s with all the fucking banana peels, Jason?

Jason: You tell me, Mr. “I strategically placed upside down question marks everywhere to inflict maximum casualties.”

Tim: You have no proof that was me.

Jason: I saw you on your screen!

Tim: You screen cheated?

Damian: Doesn’t feel so good does it?

Tim: Can it, Peach.

Damian: Wow, what a clever pun. Did you strategically place that too?

Tim: I’m gonna strategically punch you in the face.

Dick: It’s so nice and drama free in last place.*laughs evilly to himself*

Damian: Have fun trying to hit me while I’m pelting you with red turtle shells!

Tim: *gets a question mark* Not if I have some turtle shells of my own. *question mark gives him the squid that puts an ink blot on his screen* Aw hell.

Damian: *laughs loudly* That’s some defense you got there. 

Tim: I can’t see shit! *slips on Jason’s banana peels*

Jason: *is in 1st place* *hears a blue turtle shell coming* Is that a blue turtle shell? Tim and Damian, shut the hell up. I said, is that a blue turtle shell?

Tim and Damian: *both get out of the way of the blue turtle shell*

Jason: *gets hit the blue turtle shell* WHO THE FUCK SENT A BLUE TURTLE SHELL?

Dick: *more evil laughter*

Tim: It was Dick.

Damian: Did you screen cheat to find that out too?

Tim: This is Mario Kart. They literally show you where everyone is on a map! THERE IS NO SCREEN CHEATING!

Damian: YOU WEREN’T SAYING THAT WHEN JASON DID IT TO YOU!

Dick: I’m coming for you Jason.

Jason: Get the fuck away from me, Dick. Take your blue turtle shells, and get. The fuck. Away.

Jason, Tim and Damian: *get electrocuted*

Dick: *passes them all up*

Jason: NO!

Tim: Damian, I swear to God, if that question mark gives you a red turtle shell–

Damian: Let me pass you, and this won’t be a problem.

Tim: No.

Damian: Then feel my red, fiery wrath! *shoots more red turtle shells at Tim*

Tim: You sadistic little–

Dick: Told you I was a god at this game. *is seconds away from winning in 1st place*

Jason: *presses ‘start’ and ‘restart race’ a millisecond before Dick crosses the finish line*

Dick: *gasps* YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! *throws his controller at Jason*

Jason: *ducks*

Tim: *gets hit by the controller*

Damian: Too bad you couldn’t have screen cheated to know that was coming.

Tim: *attacks Damian*

Dick: *attacks Jason*

*10 minutes later*

Bruce: You were playing Mario Kart. Mario Kart, boys. Grand Theft Auto doesn’t even make you this violent.  Why is Tim’s nose bleeding?

Dick: It’s Monopoly all over again. It all started because Jason cheated.

Tim: *holding a tissue to his nose* Dick threw a controller at me–well, at Jason, but it hit me.

Damian: Serves you right, screen cheater.

Tim: I will bleed on you.

Jason: You shot a blue turtle shell at me. What was I supposed to do?

Dick: Take it like a man is what you’re supposed to do! You want to know what you’re not supposed to do? RESTART THE RACE JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE LOSING!

Bruce: Why is this my life?


This is pretty much exactly what happens when my fam plays Mario Kart. We get everyone together for a nice, friendly game of racing with funny attack methods, and it turns into a bloodbath. I’ve been every one of these. I’ve come close to killing most of my siblings–ESPECIALLY when they screen cheat. I hate that crap. I just ruins the game. And of course I’ve been a sore loser and either restarted the race or turned the console off before someone else won. I’ve bitten my brother before for hitting me with a blue turtle shell, and he once shattered our tv screen by humming his controller at it because he was playing against the CPU and Peach kept hitting him with red turtle shells. Good times.

Ok but please consider sincerely three having date nights once a week and alternating who picks the date like first week is Evan, next is Connor, then Jared, and then all three of them agree on something special at the end of every month (because lowkey they probably got together near the end of a month and thats kind of how they celebrate their love)

it gets long and gay oops

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Guess our secret’s out // SHAWN MENDES

Request: Can you do one where Shawn and y/n are secretly dating and people find out by them being in a private beach or pool being all cute and cuddly and kissy

Authors note: Just though you should know I hate the word trunks- as in swimming trunks. It creeps me out.


“I bet that I can reach the other end of the pool before you can.” I taunt Shawn, my towel chucked over my shoulder as we walk through the hotel lobby to the pool. It was 10 at night and Shawn had reserved the pool just for us so we could have some time away from prying eyes.

“You think you can beat me?” Shawn grins, shoving me with his elbow and I glare at him, whacking him in the stomach with my hand. 

“Of course I could. If you swim anything like the way you drive, you’ll be eating my dust.” I laugh, watching his eyebrows pinch in an irritated expression.

“Fine. You’re on woman. First one to the end of the pool wins.” He opens the door to the pool with his key card and the overbearing scent of chlorine hits me in the face.

I lead us over to the chairs to the side, the lap pool taking up the middle of the room. Chucking our towels on the chairs, I shimmy out of my T-shirt dress and turn around to see Shawn clad in a pair of black swimming shorts.

“Give a girl some warning won’t you?” I tease, nudging him with my shoulder as I walk past him to the stairs of the pool.

“I could say the same to you.” Shawn murmurs, his hands reaching out to rest on my waist, stopping me in my tracks. His front is pressed against my back and I try my best to ignore the shivers shooting down my spine at his touch.

“Are we going to swim or are we going to chat?” I look at him over my shoulder and he pouts, his bottom lip puffing out and he looks so adorable that I almost consider forgetting about swimming all together. 

“We’re going to swim!” His face lights up and the cheeky glint in his eyes should have been enough warning for what he was about to do. The world tips and in a flash I’m over his shoulder. 

“Shawn!” I shriek, my laughter echoing around the deserted room. “Put me down.”

“And why would I do that? We’re just having a little pre-race fun.” Then I’ve been thrown into the pool. The heated water surrounding me and I push off the tiled floor, rising above the water, gasping for air.

“You ass!” I shout, wiping the water off my face.

“Sorry Hun,” He chuckles, sliding into the pool slowly.

“You won’t be saying sorry soon.” I huff, moving to the edge of the pool where our race would begin. “Remember, it’s fair play here Shawn. No cheating.”

“Just see if you can keep up sweetie.” He grins maliciously and I roll my eyes.

“Ready?”

“Yep.”

“Go.” I take a gulp of air before pushing off the wall to propel myself further. I begin a freestyle stroke, kicking as fast as I could. When I take another breath I look to my left to see Shawn a meter or so behind me.

I focus on swimming again, pushing myself to go faster. Suddenly a hand wraps around my ankle pulling me back. I gasp, accidentally swallowing some of the chlorine packed water.

Shawn’s in front of me now and I do the same thing to him, grabbing his own ankle to pull him back. Somehow the race is now forgotten. Shawn is standing up, trying to reach for me as I swim to the side, shrieking in mock fear.

“Come here,” He laughs, lunging for me again but I dodge.

“Come and get me, slowpoke.” I call, grabbing onto the edge of the pool. He’s closer then I expected and it’s too late for me to escape, his arms caging me in.

“Got you.” His nose brushes mine and all laughter from before disappears. 

“Oh no,” I say in a deadpan voice.

He laughs, kissing me briefly. “What am I going to do with you now?” 

“Hmm.. maybe this?” I move quickly, dunking his head under the water.

He resurfaces, wiping water out of his eyes, coughing. “I think I just swallowed half the pool.”

“Aw, Shawn I’m sorry-“ I start to say but I’m cut off by him splashing me in the face with water.

“Are you serious-“ Splash.

“Shawn-“ Splash.

“Stop!” Splash.

When he finally stops I open my eyes to see his head tilted back as he laughs uncontrollably.

“You should have seen you’re face!” He pauses just to continue laughing again.

“I’m going back to our room and you’re going to be sleeping on the floor.” I scowl, swimming towards the steps out of the pool.

He doesn’t say anything except for the chuckles of amusement.

I walk over to the chairs wrapping a towel over my body, the cold causing goose bumps to appear on my body.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Shawn says from the pool.

“No you’re not.” I say smiling at him, my anger from before dispersing at the happiness Shawn shows. We hadn’t decided to go public yet with our relationship so we rarely got a chance to go out to public places together and enjoy ourselves.

“You’re right, I’m not sorry but I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Shawn begins to climb out the pool and walk over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him.

“I’m not Shawn, it was fine, I had fun.” I grin at him and he looks at me, deciding whether he believes me or not.

“Okay.” He says, returning the smile.

“Just watch your back.” I smirk at him, and he tilts his head, biting his lip and edging closer to me.

“What’s the worst you could do?” He asks sarcastically, pulling me into his body that’s still covered in moisture.

“Shawn you’re getting my towel wet.” I giggle, reaching behind me to grab his towel off the chair. I press the cloth onto his chest, meeting his dark eyes. “Dry off.”

“Do it for me?” He says lowly, and I feel my cheeks heat at the implied meaning. Slowly I began to rub the towel over his chest, down his arms and around to dry his back.

“I hope you’re not getting any ideas.” I murmur, moving the towel to dry his hair. He bends his neck lower so I can reach.

“Oh don’t worry, I am.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, hanging the towel around his neck and letting go to hold his face close to mine.

“Good, ‘cos so am I.” I let go, turning away to grab the key card and leaving him standing there stunned. I reach the door, realizing he wasn’t behind me.

“You coming?” I ask, calling back to him. He shakes his head, almost like he was clearing a thought out of his head before he grabs his clothes and follows after me.

I awake the next morning by the sun shining through our half open hotel blinds. I groan, reaching out for my phone on the night stand. 7:48. I turn, laying on my back, opening up twitter on my phone.

I let it load, looking to the side to see Shawn’s back facing me and I smile, focusing back at my phone again. I gasp.

Shawn Mendes spotted with a mystery woman at the hotel’s pool.

Mendes found having some late night fun with a new girl.

Is this Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend?

And so many more. I frown, scrolling through the new headlines from the fan accounts that I was following. All of them had posted something about Shawn and I.

I roll onto my side, poking Shawn in the back softly. He groans, moving onto his back.

“Shawn.” I whisper, hovering over him as I shove his shoulder enough to wake him up. He opens one eye sleepily and slowly he opens the other.

“Morning,” he hums, a rasp to his voice.

“Morning, look at this.” I hold my phone where he can see it and he squints at first before he looks at me, shocked.

“They took pictures of us while we were at the pool?” He asks, anger lacing his tone and he sits upright like I was.

“Yeah, but its okay Shawn. They had to know sooner or later.” I tell him, softly pressing his shoulders back down as he moves to get out of bed.

He sighs, grabbing my hand.

“I’m sorry it had to come out like this,” he kisses my knuckles softly.

“It’s really okay Shawn. As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter.” I smile at him and he gives me a grateful look.

He lifts his own phone from where it was plugged into charge and opens up twitter himself. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as pictures and comments about us load onto the screen.

He kisses my forehead, flicking through his mentions.

“Guess our secret’s out, huh?”

Originally posted by bw-shawn-mendes

listen as long as melissa benoist looks as sharp as ever in that supergirl suit and katie mcgrath is still lesbianing and mon el is 733 feet deep in the ground of some planet eating dust then that’s all i care about ladies

all’s fair

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: rivals au / fluff
word count: 5,655
description: sometimes people can surprise you and do absurdly kind things, even the ones you least expect… even your rival, jeon jungkook.
author’s note: i don’t know a whole lot about baseball and its penalties so i used this source (x) as a reference. 


The first hit in the baseball is crucial. It sets up the rest of the game by getting the momentum going and initiating a form of liquid courage that either side may take a drink from to course through their veins and settle in their psyches. Not only can it make or break the batting team, but it’ll only reflect on the opposing team—sometimes it’s their pitch that does it for you or maybe it’s their pitch that can totally decimate you in three fell swoops—all in a matter of minutes.

You don’t think too deeply on the task at hand, fully aware of how much pressure is pushing into the forefronts of your mind and atop your shoulders like someone’s heavy forearm. Your eyes narrow at the familiar sight of sun-kissed skin, shoving it away as you meet their half-lidded ones and purposefully scowling in response to the smirk curved on his lips.

“Ready to lose, Y/N?” Jungkook asks, remaining firmly planted in front of you. His teammates are gathering behind him, yet he makes no form of acknowledgement in their regard. In fact, his doe-like, dark brown hues are trained on yours despite your best attempts to ward him off with your best scowl. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t pout just yet! You still have two more hours to do that!”   

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a fic based on the intense kiss from one of the promos with the Bughead kisses. Maybe they have a fight and later Jug or Betty show up and they make up. Include the fight but maybe a hot make out session happens cause they just wanna protect each other and they love each other. I would love this. Thank so much.

Wow! I’ll sure try!
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Kevin scrunched deeper into the tiny booth at Pops, eyes barely skimming the window as he tried desperately to peek outside.

“What on earth are you doing?”

The familiar feminine voice caused the sneaky teenager to nearly slide to the floor, Kevin whipped around quickly to see Archie and Veronica watching him from outside of the booth, amused smiles playing on their faces.

Archie slid in, gently pulling Veronica alongside him.
“Yeah dude you look like a creep. No offense.” The redhead shrugged.

Kevin sighed, so dramatic the people at the counter turned to see what the problem was.

“Mom and dad are fighting again.” He moaned, gesturing towards the couple currently outside the Diner, flailing wildly and speaking in hushed yells.

Veronica dropped her chin into the palm of her hand and imitated Kevin’s sigh, eyes casting towards her best friend protectively.
“Again? What is it this time?”

“I’m not sure. They never even made it to the table, they’ve been out there for fifteen minutes, honestly it’s exhausting to watch, who knew Jughead even had this much energy.”

All three of the concerned teens cast their eyes out the window to watch what would go down.

“I’m not fighting anymore! I’m tired and I can’t keep doing this!” Betty whimpered, eyes glossy and voice shaky.

“Then don’t! What do you want me to say Betty? , I’m trying Okay? I’m trying to balance the Serpents , my new life on the Southside, my dad! And now I have you constantly on my case about something. Here’s the thing, I already lost one mom, trust me I don’t need another, especially not when you start acting like yours .”

The blondes shoulders stiffened, her mouth setting in a tight line.
“My…. my mom? You think I’m like my mother?” She questioned.

It happened in an instant, the fight completely draining from Jugheads body as he reached for his girlfriend slowly.

“No! No i… I didn’t mean that. I was mad, it was a stupid thing to say.. I didn’t….” he watched as Betty took a step back, her arms wrapping around her body, wrapping around herself.

“We always end up here don’t we? You’ll never see me as a girlfriend it’s always something else.. a burden, too perfect… a mom. Well, good news Jughead Jones, I’m out. I’m done. One less thing to worry about right?” She wasn’t whispering and she wasn’t yelling, it was the way she spoke… so.. resigned.. so.., finished.

“Betts…” The leather wearing boy whispered taking a step closer.

“No.” She spoke firmly “no, you should go. I’m going inside. You should go home. Go home to your family.”

With that she was gone, disappearing behind the glass doors leaving only the sound of the bells in her wake.

And maybe he should have run after her, got down on his knees and begged for her to take him back, explain that he was just an idiot, that he talked out of his ass when he was angry, that he loved her and he couldn’t lose her. But… his phone rang, a text from Toni, the Serpents needed him, it was an emergency.

So he left. He got on his motorcycle and he just… left.

*****

It was two weeks later when he got the text.

“Meet at Pops. Super important.”
It was from Veronica Lodge, the lack of her infamous Purple Heart emoji was a sure fire indicator that she was not playing around, that and the fact that it was also 10:00 at night.

He drove faster that he thought possible, his fathers old pick up eating dust as he sped through red lights, one thought running through his mind.

What If it’s Betty? What if something happened to Betty?

He slammed through the doors, eyes frantic and panicked as he scanned the Diner for her tell tale Ponytail. It wasn’t there, she wasn’t there. But a shock of red hair and a slip of purple silk did beckon him over.

“Where is she? What happened?! She’s hurt isn’t she? Who did it?!” He rambled, beanie slipping from his head and landing on the dirty diner floor.

“Woah Cowboy, relax she’s not hurt… well I suppose she is. I personally feel as though a broken heart is the worst injury a woman can obtain.” Veronica glared accusingly towards the dark haired boy as he dropped into the booth across the pair.

“Ronnie’s right, you’d think she’s really sick, I only see her at school. She hardly leaves her room and won’t even come to the window to talk. She’s hurting man.” Archie spoke softly.

An intervention. He was in an intervention.

“She left me. She told me to leave.” He answered defeated, his heart ached at the thought of Betty in pain, hurting because of him.

Veronica snorted
“Oh please, you think I don’t know about how you’ve been slumping around SSH in a total depression.Hello, your little purple haired friend is dating Cheryl, and we all know Cheryl can’t keep a secret especially in regards to your misery.”

Archie chuckled lightly beside his girlfriend slinging an arm over her shoulder

“We’re not here to tell you what to do, but you’re both our friends and we love you. It sucks to see you both so sad. You’re good together you know it and everyone else does too. So just talk to her, you guys were always the best with that communication thing. That’s all we’re saying.”

The raven haired princess to his right coughed
“Well that may be all Archiekins is saying butttttt I’m also saying if you don’t go and fix this and get me my beautiful best friend back to being her happy cheerful self I will Dump paint all over that death trap you call a
Motorcycle. What are you waiting for? … Go.” She raised a perfectly manicured brow as Jughead scrambled out of his seat and nearly sprinted to his truck.

They were right, Betty and he were good together, hell they were great together he wasn’t going to throw this away not when he loved her so much it physically hurt to be apart from her.

He made it to the Coopers in record time cursing the bright yellow light shining from the living room, her parents were up. Time to go old school.

The ladder was still there, perched on the side of her window, calling to him.

“I’m coming Juliet.” He whispered against the nighttime breeze.

Climbing to her window, his heart squeezed painfully when he saw her curled up on her bed squeezing her tiny orange stuffed cat. With Shaky hands Jughead knocked quick and hard.

Betty eyes snapped towards her window nearly falling out of bed as her legs tangled in her comforter, she lifted the window and shuffled Jughead insane

“What are you doing?! Why do you constantly choose to…” her rambling was cut off by Jugheads lips pressing against hers, the familiar warmth pressing her body deeper into his as she reached for his shoulders pulling him closer into her if possible.

There was more passion in that one kiss then they had shared in months, the pressures of civil wars and families fading to white noise as the held each other, taking everything the other would give.

Betty pulled back first, panting as she pressed her forehead to his and leaned forward, Jughead low grumble breaking the silence.

“You told me to leave.. you told me to go to my family…” he started

“Oh Juggie, I was..”

“You told me to go to my family and I’m there. Betty Cooper you are everything to me, the love of my life, my soul mate, my family, you’re my world. I told you once to not let go, well I’m not letting go either not for anything I love you too much to let go.”

The tears fell freely from her eyes as the broken and scarred cheerleader wrapped herself in her Romeos arms

“Jughead Jones, I love you.”

Sucked Back In

Prompt: Batmom is secretly a well known street racer? One night the boys and/or Batman see Batmom racing and confront her. Or she gets arrested for illegal racing and has to wait until morning to call Bruce to bail her out of jail.

Words: 465


“I can explain.”

Bruce smirks a bit and crosses his arms, “This should be good, please do.”

You scowl a bit, if these bars weren’t separating you, you’d pinch your husband. It just figures, he’s a freaking vigilante, and he NEVER gets caught, but you come out of retirement for one little race, and suddenly you have to make bail.

“I might have, kind of, been a street racer back in the day.”

Bruce just stares before saying, “Excuse me?”

You shrug, “My brother used to street race, and he’d take me with him. I grew up learning everything about cars, and how to make them faster. It’s how I got into engineering. I mean you had to know I had an obsession with cars, I designed Sharone after all.” Bruce’s lips quirk up a bit at your name for the batmobile.

“And tonight?” He asks

You shrug, “Couldn’t help myself, the guy beside me started revving his engine, and he looked so damn smug, and well … what can I say? I made him eat my dust.”

Bruce full on smile this time, “And in a Minivan no less.”

You grin at that, “I might have made some adjustments to it.”

Bruce just nods and says, “To reach over 100 MPH I would think so.”

The sound of footsteps draws your eyes to the door as a uniform cop comes in and opens your cell door, “We’re letting you off with a warning this time, Mrs. Wayne. “

You smile and say, “Thank you officer, it won’t happen again.”

He gives you a small smile as Bruce wraps an arm around your shoulder and asks,“Which brother?”

You grin, “Bobby.”

Bruce pauses at that, “Your DA brother used to street race?”

          You nod as you get him walking again, “Yep it’s how he and I paid for college. We both managed to graduate debt free too.”

“But he drives a Volvo, and I’ve ridden with him, he goes 5 mph under the speed limit.”

You smile at the confusion in your husband’s voice, “It’s very easy to get sucked back in Bruce, and Bobby knows that. He’s a smart cookie.”

Bruce just smiles and kisses your forehead before saying, “I can’t believe I married a street racer.”

You kiss him back and say, “If you really loved me you’d let me take Sharone out.”

He shakes his head before saying, “Not a chance pretty lady. Remember it’s really easy to get sucked back in, and I don’t want you racing the other carpool moms.”

You scowl and say, “Haha very funny,” before taking the keys out of his hand and waving them back and forth, “But now, I’m the one driving home.” You can’t help but smile as he groans.

Mounting Sheep

Same group as Ship Shennanagans and Throw the Cripple.

Context: the party is fighting dwarven raiders riding sheep, which are actually beast shaped druids. And the riders have the mounted combat feat, one of the abilities allows them to force an attack against them rather than the mount. The raiders were there more to cause chaos than actual harm so they mostly hit the houses in the village

Flork OOC(Barbarian): I’d like to hit number three

DM me(OOC): The sheep or the rider?

Flork (OOC): the sheep

DM: As you swing, the dwarf knocks your blade towards him because he doesn’t want you to hurt his wife.

Players: ???

Later, one of the sheep is crossing an area effectively covered with the spike growth spell and takes enough damage to revert back.

DM: As it crosses, the sheep’s form shrinks into that of a dwarvan woman with the rider sitting on her piggy back style, who then promptly slides off and lands in the thorns.

Later

DM: Now that she has used her second beast shape her wife is going to mount her.

various snickers from the players.

Later, Lexatie (rogue) threw down ball bearings right on one of the sheep hoping it will slow them down.

DM: This sheep is going to move–

Lexatie (OOC): does it trip over my balls?

After combat Nesvroth (rogue/craftsman) goes to one of the homes to make sure people are alright.

Violet OOC (Alchemist): where were these people during the attack?

DM (OOC): they hid in their homes

Nesvroth (OOC): As they were crumbling around them?

DM (OOC): Fair point.

Violet (OOC): They’re still eating their soup as dust is settling in it

DM (OOC): It adds texture!