I swear that would literally be me

Playing on Roll20, I rolled for a random wilderness encounter, so I had to throw some enemies on a map on the fly. This caused some minor technical difficulties and swearing on my end. My players being my players, this went as well as you would expect.

Me (DM): Okay, you see… shit. Ok, just a sec–

Barbarian: Is it a giant pile of shit? Like, Jurassic Park sized? I roll to seduce the pile of shit.

Barbarian: *rolls a nat 19*

Me: Despite it being a giant, non-sentient pile of literal feces, you can tell that this pile of shit *totally* wants to bang you. Like, it thinks YOU are hot shit.

His || Jungkook || 0.6

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3 | 0.4 | 0.5 | 0.6

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜
❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜
❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜
❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜
❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜
❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜
❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜
❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜
❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜
❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜
❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜
❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜
❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜
❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜
❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜
❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜
❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜
❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜
❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜
❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜
❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜
❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜
❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜
❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜
❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜
❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜
❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜
❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜
❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜
❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜
❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜
❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜
❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜
❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜
❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜
❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜
❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜
❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜
❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜
❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜
❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜
❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜

❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜
❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜
❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜
❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜
❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜
❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜
❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜
❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜
❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜
❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

So, I love how everyone is getting all into the eldritch horror visibly fae knowingly magical encounters. The descriptions are SO COOL. 

But I’ve been thinking about how our understandings of the Fair Folk originated not with people who had these super obvious encounters with this visible magic figure. Instead, they come from people attuned to the ways in which this world as it is, is magical and frightening and overwhelming, and decided that eldritch monsters were the most logical and comforting explanation. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many interactions with the fair folx could happen without the student knowing it….how many of these interactions and deals may have happened already. A few true stories: My roommate joined ROTC her freshman year. Four years of university for free, for five years of military service. Don’t tell me that there is just flesh and bone under the glamour of a military uniform, under the medals worn by those who watched her sign her contract. The Fair Folk have always loved games, and to gamble your life in the future of uncertain war is certainly worth $60,000 tuition per year for four years, plus a monthly stipend.  I have a friend whose financial aid is paid by a grant from some folks from New York City. In exchange, once a year she dresses up, takes out her piercings, and goes to dinner with them.

Sit with us, tell us the stories of your studies, sing for us. Oh, you don’t sing anymore? But you sing so lovely. Sing.

At these dinners, she does not let her smile drop.  I worked with a senior who would be Successful. They did everything, could not say no, every opportunity bigger than the last and they could Do It All. Directing a musical with a full orchestra in the biggest theater, performing across town themself in a different show each weekend for months on end, five classes and a thesis. One night, drunk and at 2am, a time were the glamour drops and world blurs into honesty, they said “I am so fucking lonely.” That is a powerful trade: love as fair as can be, a beating heart, community. But they wanted to be able To Do It All and they did.  A few years ago, the school was raising money for the endowment (the school is always raising money for the endowment). They were holding a fundraising dinner, with Big Important People who must be Inspired by Students Like You in order to donate. They gathered together the most talented performers of the whole university. Dancers whose bodies defied physics, pianists who seemed to play with extra hands, singer whose voices rang inhuman. Maybe there is a reason we already had those skills, it’s hard to know. We’ve all made so many sacrifices already to end up at a school where we can get not a single credit for our talents. Maybe something is already taking its due. Still. They gathered us, and planted us through the field to mime silent excitement as the Big Important People entered the tent in a procession. They had us perform for them – but never in the way we do best. Bottle up your talent, make it look like this. Dressed us all head to toe in white. Gave clear instructions.

Hand them this book. Collect these cards. They will write a wish. If they speak to you, just smile. Do not speak back.

They had us wait behind the kitchen.

Whatever you do, do not eat the food.

The university knows how to make a deal. They know what a little Talent and a little Dignity is worth. And we already owe them so much…why not this too?  In the morning I went back to where the tent had been, only to find an empty football field.  —— I feel like I have to add that the last story is literally 100% true. The others I have taken small creative liberties with (mostly the ‘lonely’ one cause I don’t want that person to be identifiable). But this one is hundo percent reality. Nothing I could add about it would make it sound less weird. They set up this crazy huge tent for it and thousands of dollars of lights and projection equipment, and the next morning had taken down the entire thing. They had this whole projection thing that took up a side of the stadium with a video about how great the university is, except I’d never even HEARD OF most of the professors or programs they interviewed or discussed in it (like its a big uni but still). Went to go look them up the next day, but couldn’t remember the names. They had us count a specific number of steps from one section to another. They had us do a weird running pattern on the stadium stairs that was supposed to look cool but I think just opened a portal in to my own personal hell. I still have the white sneakers and sweatshirt they gave us but I legit have not worn them since that night; I’m slightly scared to wear them but somehow can’t throw them out. When the donors walked in to the tent, we literally just stood around the field jumping up and down with excitement (silently) and waving flags (silently) and for the first time I understood Artaudian horror. They had cards at their table that they were supposed to write these messages on, and then we would collect them in these books, and honestly the whole night is pretty hazy but it was weird. The whole thing was directed by Tony Award winner Diane Paulus (I swear to you this is true). Guys I’m low key pretty sure I’ve been to a revel and let me tell you, you are not a participant. You are there, but at best you are quaint entertainment, to be hidden in the corner when you’re not amusing them. You will do what they ask you (tell you). And there will be a part of you sitting on your shoulder saying, are you really doing that? And the answer will be yes, and it won’t be until after you leave that the wave will crash over you, nearly drowning you in the question, as you sputter awake asking, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? 


Jughead Jones x Reader: Relationship Status


Can I request a Jughead x reader where they are dating and just haven’t told anyone but they always hold hands/other cute couple stuff. And Veronica (or anyone else in the group) asks if they’re dating with one of them (Jug or the reader) replying with something like “We are? Why didn’t you tell me?”


A/N: This one was bit cute to write so I hope you guys enjoy it.  Going through a bit of writers block at the moment so I hope you guys like it and it’s not too crappy and that the requestor is happy about it.

Words: 1407

Summary: You and Jug have been friends all your lives and you start dating but don’t tell your friends because of recent events in Riverdale. Veronica wants you guys to date so bad not knowing you guys are.

Spoilers: Veronica is bisexual in this imagine.

Warnings: N/A

You and Jughead had been inseparable since as long as you could remember. The days you guys weren’t together were slim to none.

As you grew older you realized you had feelings for the beanie obsessed writer. You guys were too close for him not feel the same.

It was a troubled day when you chose you were going to talk to him about how you felt about him. The nerves occupied your body as you made your way to the park to see him.

This is the day you repeated to yourself all the way.

It was like the world knew you were destined for each other because that memorable day Jughead had set up a picnic. Which made you question what was going on because other than you, his laptop was his other most loyal companion. He never let it out of his sight and he told you to meet him up because he wanted you to see what he was writing.

Turned out Jughead felt the same way and you guys started dating ever since, but you guys never got to tell any of your friends with all the mayhem that resided in Riverdale.

A lost soul, the murder of Jason Blossom on July 11th as the coroner stated after his body was found in the now vacant Sweetwater River.

You both had talked about telling them after the funeral but that just seemed selfish, but you guys were always linked to each other so maybe it didn’t make a difference. The only change now is that you guys kiss although Jug is not big on PDA, so you only ever held hands and hugged, the usual.


Jughead found a new topic to write about, Jason. You and Betty helped out find justice for the red-haired boy who left the world too quickly.

Jughead was sitting with you in his usual booth at Pops as he wrote and you talked about the murder case and anything that came to mind. You both always seemed to be in your own bubble. When you were together it was as if you were in your own parallel universe.

In the other side of the diner was Betty and Veronica chatting away while enjoying a strawberry and chocolate milkshakes with fries.

“So those two, what’s their deal?” Veronica added to their conversation.

“Honestly we don’t know, they look completely in love with other” Betty chimed in as Kevin came in and sat with them.

“What’s up? What’s the topic?” he spoke

“(Y/N) and Jug” Betty answered

“Ah the Lovers” Kevin chimed in as he ordered his food

“So you think there is something there too” Veronica cheered

“Oh please you’d have to be oblivious to not see the sparks and lighting bolts around them” Kevin continued.

“They have been inseparable since as long as we can remember, she’s the only one that has ever worn his beanie” Betty noted as Veronicas jaw dropped.

“What?! But he doesn’t even take that thing off, I swear he showers with it” the raven haired girl chuckled as Archie was coming into the diner.

“Arch” Betty motioned to the ginger to sit with them.

“Hey, what’s up I was going to talk to Jug” he declared.

“And ruin their moment” the blond spoke motioning to you and Jughead sitting on the same side of the booth giggling away and Arch just smiled.

“I swear I don’t know why they just don’t date they’re-, uh- what’s the word?” Arch added sitting next to Veronica.

“In love” Veronica giggled.

“Smitten” Betty cooed as she rested her head on her hand.

“Yes that one Bets, smitten” Arch blurted and they laughed but that still didn’t compare to the laughs that were radiating from the other side of the diner coming from you and Jughead.

“Honestly what are we going to do about them?” Veronica questioned.

“What do you mean?” Kevin asked.

“We have to get them together” Veronica confessed.

“Oh no” Betty admitted

“Why not?” Veronica added

“You are so new Ron” Kevin announced

“Jug and (Y/N) don’t like people meddling in their lives” Arch concluded.

“Well then we don’t push them together, but we can show them that there is other opportunities” Veronica stayed on topic as the others gave her puzzled looks.

“Well you guys said not to push them, so I’ll give them a little nudge” she continued.

“What nudge?” Betty asked with a smile.

“We get someone to ask them on a date, someone for Jughead and someone for (Y/N)” Veronica argued.

“Doubt it will work” Arch spoke as he took a bite of his burger.

“Yeah what if they say no to those people” Betty gave a small smile.

“Plus who were you going to get to ask them out? No one would dare separate those two” Kevin assured.

“Me and Arch” Veronica stated confidently and Archie choked on his soda.

“Hell no! Jug would kill me, she’s off limits” Archie said as he recovered then gave an expression that showed he had said too much.

“What do you mean off limits Andrews?” Veronica broke the silence.

“No nothing, I uh- I just meant she’s Jug’s best friend” he tried to rescue himself.

“No no, tell us what you know” Kevin declared as him and the girls gave him a devilish smirk.

“Will you look at the time, I have got to go” Archie decided about to stand up and veronica grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down.

“Spill it Andrews” She commanded.

“Jug uh- he’s gonna hate me” Archie said as he scratched his neck “he- uh- he’s got a thing for (Y/N) since like forever, he talks about her constantly and one time I told him if he didn’t do something I would ask her out just playing around and he literally made me swear to leave it alone and she was his if it ever happens. You cannot tell a soul about this if Jug finds out he’ll never talk to me again and (Y/N) well I don’t know how she’ll react” he confessed as they all had smiles plastered on their faces.

“Oh we have got to do something now, he likes her and she is obviously head over heels for him” Veronica cheered.

“But what? If it goes wrong they’re gonna hate us” Betty took a sip of her milkshake.

“Count me out, me and Jug are finally talking again” Archie declared.

“Sorry gay” Kevin spoke as Veronica turned to him and they chuckled once again.

“You could ask out Jug and I ask her out” Veronica smirked.

“Oh honey no, Jug’s cute but not my type. You could totally ask out (Y/N) though you bisexual queen” Kevin smiled and Veronica giggled.

So the group made their way to the other side of the diner to see what would unravel.

“Hey guys” you spoke as you saw them sit down with you and Jug.

“What’s with the grins?” you asked them confused as to what they wanted.

“Um (Y/N)” Veronica spoke as she took your hand and you gave her a puzzled look and Jughead gave the same look.

“What are you doing?” you asked Veronica as Jughead placed his arm around you.

“(Y/N) um- Will you- um- uh, Oh my god! I can’t!” Veronica pleaded and everyone except you and Jughead started laughing and you turned to Jughead and them so oblivious to what was going on.

“Can’t what?” you decided you wanted some answers as you laid your head on Jughead’s shoulder.

“Ron was gonna fake ask you out” Kevin retorted as Veronica stared at him with wide eyes.

“What?!” you questioned as she gave you a small smile.

“I just wanted to see your reaction, everyone says you and Jughead are two peas in a pod and I see it too, but ugh- I- I just want you guys to date. You guys would be my otp” Veronica rambled.

“I could’ve sworn we were going out though” Jughead stated as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and you smiled as the whole table gasped, shocked expressions plastered on their faces.

“Go Juggie” Archie encouraged as he motioned to Jughead for a high five.

“Oh my, Yes” Kevin cheered.

“Congrats (Y/N), you guys are so amazing together” Betty smiled.

“Happy now Ron” you implied to a still shocked raven haired girl.

“Best day in Riverdale so far” Veronica exulted.

@sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz


i swear to god, this boy is so damn underrated, it makes my blood boil. it sickens me that some people think that bts would still be bts if jin wasn’t in it, even though that’s literally impossible. he’s not just some damn visuals, he’s an amazing and touching singer and an equally fantastic dancer. he continues to work so hard each day as an idol and still attends to his academic studies all at the same time. kim seokjin does not deserve any of the crap he gets.

and please stop calling him ‘princess’ and 'eomma’, he doesn’t freaking like it, you’re just sad if you still call him that.


“I was just a little girl when I wrote that song, God knows what it’s about… It’s a little bit… It’s a little bit strange. I was really young and I was going to San Jose State and I had one outfit from a store in San Diego that was called…hu… ‘Strip Thrills’ or something like this. That was where Janis Joplin and Grace Slick bought all their clothes, so I saved my money and went there and bought this beautiful outfit. (…) So I would wear that outfit to San Jose State sometimes, carrying my Goya classical guitar. I was painting the picture… And I would literally walk through San Jose State like this… And I swear to God it was like the Red Sea parted. Because I believed that I was going be a huge rock and roll star, and I was 20 years old, and so all of San Jose State also believed I was gonna be a rock and roll star 'cause even though they didn’t know me, they saw a girl who believed in herself. And what I wanna tell you is… That was just a dream. It was just a dream, but I believed in it. (…) And I want you, in this crazy world that we live in right now, to believe in your dreams and to know you can do anything you want. You’re talented enough, you’re cute enough, sweet enough, smart enough, and intelligent enough… Just reach out into those Bella Donna stars, grab that idea and bring it down and make it happen. Don’t let anybody get in your way 'cause they will. Everybody is jaded. The whole world has gone crazy, don’t believe them. You’re special and you’re beautiful and you can do anything you want. And girls, don’t let anybody get in your way. Wrong millennium. Don’t make me run for politics.“

24 Karat Gold Tour, Newark, NJ - April 2, 2017

13 Reasons Why (Daveed x Reader)

Sooooooo this took me literally forever to write, but I’m happy with the way it turned out!! Lil shoutout to Becca ( @angeilca-s ) helping me with some of the reasons ;) feedback would be lovely, and enjoy! 

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, it gets a little heated at one part but other than that I think it’s all good?

Words: 5447 (dang this took forever)

One - Constantly distracted

You mindlessly scraped the food around on your plate, your eyes glancing from the food up to your boyfriend, who obviously had something much more important than your three year anniversary on his phone.

“Babe, can you please put that away?” you hinted, glancing down at his phone when he looked up at you.

“Oh, yeah, mhm,” he nodded, sliding it into his back pocket and looking at you. That’s one of the many things that killed you, was the way he looked at you. No matter what you looked like, what you were doing, it didn’t matter. His chocolatey brown eyes bore into you like you put the stars in the sky and made the earth spin on its axis. You sighed and continued eating.

“Babygirl,” he strung out, letting the word slide right off his lips like music to your ears.

“Yes?” you responded, once again giving him your attention.

“I love you, I promise. So much,” he grinned, reaching over to take your hand. He rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand, something that you had always found calming.

“I love you too,” you replied, smiling back. It was a truly genuine smile. You couldn’t be more in love with the man sitting across from you.

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anonymous asked:

Romina, you are a fandom conductor of light and I appreciate you. :D Inquiring minds (read: likely just me) want to know what is you favorite photo (or photos if you can't narrow it down to just one) of Martin? I would say that I am inquiring 'coz I'm conducting an experiment (its for a case, I swear), but really its just 'cuz I'm curious.

Oh dear!! That’s such a hard question because I literally fall in love with every photo i see of Martin… I’ll just post a few that I really love

(i’m the lucky owner of this following 2 photos in a3 print ♥)

ok im going to stop ahhahahaha as you can see i can’t pick one!! and there are so many more i didnt add.


Originally posted by hawkwoman

Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon: Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon: Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!

You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.

“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.

“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.

“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.

“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.

“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.

“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.

“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.

“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”

“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”

“You have two hands,” you snap.

“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.

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Reggie Mantle

(So, this happened. I literally had a dream about this and thought I’d turn it into a fic. I’m not good at writing smut so it took a lot longer for me to write and find what I felt comfortable with. I’m sad Ross Butler is no longer going to be Reggie Mantle, but I’ll keep writing with him in mind for the character. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys and feedback would be greatly appreciated!)

Warnings: Swearing and smut!

Study Date

 They only had the weekend to study for a big exam coming up. The teacher did announce it every now and then in class to remind the students to study beforehand. They had decided to wait till the last possible minute to cram 8 chapters of material to learn before Monday morning.  She had made plans to study, but whenever the two of them were alone, studying was the last thing on the both of their minds. They were lucky if they even took a second to look over the notes before tossing them aside. She gave up on trying to study with Reggie since no studying ever got done. She sat down at her desk and grabbed her backpack to look for the notes she needed. As soon as she opened her textbook, her phone started ringing.

When she saw who was calling, she answered.

“Hi Regg.”

“Hey princess, what are you doing?”

“Getting ready to study, like you should.”

“How do you know I’m not studying?”

“Because you’re calling me.”

“I could have called to ask you for help.”

“Did you?”

There was a long pause.

“I’m going to take the silence as a no.” she laughed.

“Alright, I didn’t call to ask for help. I just wanted to hear your voice.”

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fic: No Strings

title: no strings.

genre: smut/humour

word count: 3000

description: Phil really misses sex and it turns out that Dan really misses sex, too. So…they just decide to have sex together. No strings. FWB minus the usual dramatic storyline that follows. Hilarity and #bants ensues.

“Just sex?” Phil repeats, “No strings?”

“Yes,” Dan nods, “that’s generally what no strings means,”

“Literally just sex?”

“Fucking hell. Look, Phil, I can spell it out for you or you can put your dick in my ass - it’s totally your choice. Have sex and be satisfied or wank alone to a Muse song again. What’s it gonna be?”

a/n: this is obviously smut but it’s actually funny too i promise, and it’s not like super graphic smut where you’ll cringe or whatever it’s…well, you’ll see. just read it and trust me.

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Matchmaker! Mark Tythan Hcs

Requested by: blue-greenstylinson

- Mark has been Tythan Trash No. 1 since the beginning 

- It’s all because Tyler had practically begged heavily persuaded Mark to see if Ethan wanted to move in with Tyler

- “Tyler, why are you so persistent about this?”

- “Well, uh, don’t think it would be a little overwhelming for him to move in with you?”

- “First of all, he’s moving from Maine to California. That in itself seems overwhelming. Second of all, are you saying I’m overwhelming?”

- Fanboy! Tyler

- Mark overhears Ethan on the phone with his Mom 

- “Yeah, my roommate is really cool. His name is Tyler. No mom cool, not cute. Well, he is that too but- We aren’t dating! He’s not even into guys!”

- He is into guys 

- Mark starts filming more couple-y videos and enlists the help of Tyler and Ethan 

- Example: He decides to do a Newly Wed like video with Amy and turns it into a challenge by making Tyler and Ethan participate 

- “Now that all of my friends are perpetually single, I have Tyler and Ethan here with us!”

- They awkwardly wave to the camera and refuse to look at each other because they’re already incredibly flushed

- Mark thought it would be funny to have Tyler and Ethan’s questions say things like “Who like the other more, Tyler or Ethan?”

- They are both hating Mark because “Who tf does he think he is, I swear I will kill him.”

- They always end up coming up with complete random answers

- Finally Mark has had enough

- “You know what? Bonus round! If y’all get these right you can win!!” 

- “Mark, the score is literally 25 to 0″

- “Shh Amy. Now! Who begged me to ask Ethan to move in with him instead of me? I’ll give you a hint! It was Tyler! Guess who told his mom he finds Tyler cute?? It was Ethan! Guess who is too shy to actually make a move! Ding ding ding! It’s both of you!!”

- “Awh, you begged Mark to ask if I’d move in with you? How cute!”

- “It wasn’t begging.. It was persuasion, Mama’s boy”

Boys Boys Boys: A Solangelo Fanfiction

I’ve been severely lacking in inspiration because of how busy I have been. So I went back to basics: some personal experiences I’ve had at bars in NYC and around where I go to school, and a College AU set up. Could I be inspired to continue this? Heck yeah I probably could. 

I hope you all enjoy!

Trigger Warning: homophobic slurs 

Also read on AO3 


Will immediately half-swerved, focusing desperately on keeping his gaze forward at the line of liquors mounted on the wall, and not ogling at the dude next to him because damn he was fine—the kind of fine that would have him sobbing on the carpet of Lou Ellen’s dorm at four-in-the-morning while stuffing his face with veggie pizza and watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race later. But for now, it definitely wouldn’t help him to freak out the dude by staring. Besides, everyone knew that hot guys in leather jackets who wore Iron Maiden tee-shirts were generally as straight as boards. No use getting his hopes up.

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You Have Invented a New Kind of Stupid

Part Two

Pairing: Lin x Reader SAD ANGST
Warnings: Cheating, lots of crying, not eating, angst, swears. 
Word count: 3118
A/N: I KNOW LIN WOULD NEVER DO THIS I’M SORRY I JUST GOT SO INTO IT. This was a request! “Anon asked: 2. “You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?” This with literally anyone fuck up my emotions pls” ANON I HOPE THIS FUCKS UP YOUR EMOTIONS ENOUGH I’M SORRY ALSO I MIGHT DO A PART TWO TELL ME IF YOU ALL WOULD WANT THAT

It wasn’t the late hours that had worried you.

Lin was busy. You had accepted that early into your relationship with him. He was always busy.

When he had begun to text you telling you that he was spending the night at the theater, you began to worry. You confronted him about it, telling him only that you were worried that he was spending too much time at the theater, never accusing him of cheating, despite the fear that riddled your head, swearing that he was.

In response, he promised you that it was only because with the rising popularity of Hamilton, the show demanded his full attention, so he had been spending nights at the theater with the sole purpose of bettering the show. To which you only nodded, smiling as a voice in the back of your head reminded you that Hamilton had been at Richer Rogers for over three months. The script was done, the choreography was done, the music was done. There shouldn’t have been anything to work on.

You tried to push it out of your head, trying to disregard all the hours Lin was not spending away from you, either at the theater or cooped up in his office.

“Hey,” you whispered, pushing the half-closed door of his office open, seeing him, his eyes heavy with exhaustion, a grey tint evident in his skin.

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anonymous asked:

I have a writing-related question: I often get an idea for a character or a short scene BUT there is no plot. How can I turn such an idea into a story / plot / outline / whatever? I always get stuck at this point. Without a plan where to go, writing feels like poking in the dark with a stick, hoping to miraculously hit a gold vein. Do you have any suggestions?

see, this is tough. coming up with actual plot, if you ask me, is one of the hardest and most woolly parts of writing. everyone has their own methods, and they swear by them if they’ve been using them long enough. it’s also, in my experience, really difficult to force - so yeah, a lot of it is poking around in the dark.

HOWEVER. if i had an idea for a short scene, i would absolutely write it down, because that could end up being the seed that i’d plant to grow the rest of the story. that seed doesn’t have to be chapter 1, or the most pivotal scene. it’s literally just a place to start.

let me do a diagram. i think a diagram would help explain:

i ask myself that over and over. total edge-of-your-seat excitement

i don’t know if it’s that i write out of order, but i find the “process of discovery” can be really nonlinear:

and then, once i’m at that point, it’s just filling in gaps. what else do i need to build toward the climax? what do i need to hint or say about this character, so that something they do 5 chapters later won’t seem “out of nowhere?” things like that. questions and answers, basically.

hope this helps!

I Hate This (Part II Ending I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Word Count: 1632

Parts: Part I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by littelmix

Kevin’s POV…

I was beyond pissed. My best friend was sobbing into my lap because of that idiot. What pissed me off wasn’t that she was crying, it was that she was literally the girl almost every guy in the school wanted to date and she wasted her time and energy on an asshole who clearly didn’t care about her.

“Come on. We’re going to go for a drive in that car your parents got you and our first stop is going to be at Pop’s. I have a few words I would like to share with him,“ I pulled her up and helped her clean up a bit before we left. When we arrived at Pop’s, I looked at her and asked her stay in the car for a few minutes. I got out of the car and walked inside to see the four people she’s been avoiding sitting in their usual booth, laughing as if nothing was wrong.

“Kevin!“ I ignored Betty’s cheery voice and walked over ready to deck Jughead.

“What’s wrong, Kev?“ I looked at Veronica right before I got close enough and punched Jughead right in the jaw.

“What the hell, Kevin?“ Archie pulled me away as Betty tended to her asshole of a boyfriend.

“You know, Jones, if you were actually a best friend to her and cared about her, you wouldn’t have said anything that you did because some part of you would’ve registered it beforehand. You’re nothing but a fucking prick who never deserved to have her in your life,“ I didn’t move from the spot Archie pushed my back to.

“If you’re talking about (Y/N), she’s the one who avoided us remember? She has no reason to be upset,“ Betty argued.

“Of course, back up your asshole of a boyfriend. He went to talk to her today and left her crying her eyes out. Unlike any of you, I didn’t let her push me away which is why I’m her best friend. Unlike any of you, I was there for her whenever she cried because of you. Unlike any of you, I’m not putting up with Jones’s shit just because you’re friends with him,“ I was making a scene and I don’t care at this point. Let me make a scene and call them all out on their shit.

“What are you talking about, Kevin?“ I looked at Veronica standing between me and the rest of them.

“What am I talking about? Did you know, Veronica, that (Y/N) used to have a crush on Jughead and they all made fun of her? Did you know he broke her heart saying that she pretty much had no chance with him?“

“I did not say-“ Jughead tried to cut me off but I beat him to the chase.

“Did you know that Jughead broke her heart again because as much as she hates it, she still likes him? Did you know that he pretty much said that she wasn’t going to be good enough for him?“ I was at staring Jughead, dead in the eyes as I spoke, “I tried to get her to talk to you guys too. I thought you guys had a stronger friendship than that but you ruined whatever friendship existed between not only you and (Y/N), Jones. You also ruined their friendship with her because I know she’s never going to talk to them again. You always follow close behind. And do you want to know the most fucked up thing about all of this? She still loves you. She’s still going to be there at your disposal and you fucking know it,” I left them all in shock before going back out to the car.

Veronica’s POV…

“Is what he said true?“ I turned to my friends and saw them keep their gazes down, “Answer me. Is it true?“

“It’s true but I never told her that she wasn’t good enough nor did I ever tell her that she had no chance with me. That part wasn’t true,“ Jughead said.

“Then what did you say?”

“Archie told us that she used to have a crush on me. Used to being the key words in that sentence. Well, they started laughing and I said that she and I were better off as best friends and that’s what we should stay as. Which is the truth, she and I have always been better off as best friends than we are anything else. Today, when I went to go to talk to her, I never said that she wasn’t good enough. I lied to her saying that she couldn’t make me happy or calm the screaming in my head,“ I looked at him before letting a scoff fall into the thick air.

“That’s just as bad as saying what Kevin said you did. You deserve that punch. Do you even feel bad?” I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed before meeting their eyes, “I feel sorry for you guys. She is the girl just about every guy wants at our school wants to date. She’s the girl just about everyone wants to be friends with. And I get she’s not Betty, but I don’t think you guys realize that you lost one of your longest friends tonight,“ I walked away. I couldn’t stand being there anymore. I had to find (Y/N). I’m not losing one of my best friends that easily.

Jughead’s POV…

I sat there rubbing my jaw while Betty and Archie sat in silence. Everything was still processing. But Kevin’s right. I am an asshole. I hurt my best friend, I lost my best friend, and I didn’t even say sorry to her.

“I have to go,“ I got up and walked out of Pop’s heading who knows where. I just needed to get away from here. Away from all the memories but that seemed impossible.

When (Y/N) first moved here, she and I became friends instantly. We were both weirdos who had our trademark looks. Mine was my beanie and hers was her black and white flannel. We were the two weirdos together and she made me happy even when things were going downhill. She was the first person to know about my dad when I found out and she even offered to let me live with her when I left my dad’s house. She was my source of happiness. And when Archie told me that she used to like me, deep down I was hurt because I liked her and I missed my chance so I did what I do best. Put up a wall.

Tonight, I said so many things I regret. The comment about Betty making me happy and her not being able to was a lie. (Y/N) has always made me happy, it’s just Betty made me feel like I was good enough for her. I’ve never been good enough for (Y/N) and I won’t ever be. The comment I regret the most is the one about Betty being everything (Y/N)’s not. That’s not true, even in the slightest. (Y/N)’s intelligent, funny, beautiful, and like Betty, she’s perfect. (Y/N)’s always been the girl that everyone wants to be with or be friends with.

“I fucked up big time,“ I looked up from my feet and noticed that I was at Sweetwater River. I looked down and saw my reflection in the water, “You have one chance to get your best friend back, Jones,“ I said to myself. I took a deep breath and ran to her house. I decided to take a different approach this time. I sat down on the porch so one of two things could happen; (Y/N) and Kevin return and I can try to talk to her or I stay out here all night and talk to (Y/N) in the morning.

“What are you doing here?“ Looks like it’s the first option. I stand up to meet a pained gaze from (Y/N) and a pissed off gaze from Kevin.

“Can we talk (Y/N)? Or at least, can you let me tell you everything I want to tell you in the case that you don’t ever want to talk to me again.“

“How about-” I smirked when (Y/N) cut Kevin off with the one word I needed to hear.


“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and you always will be even if I’m not yours in return. I’m sorry for comparing you to Betty. You’re not her and I don’t want you to be. I like how you are and who you are. You’re the girl everyone likes because it’s so hard, impossible really, to hate you. I’m sorry for saying that Betty makes me happy and not you. That’s not true. It’s not at all true. You’ve always made me happy but I’ve never been good enough for you. Betty makes me feel like I’m good enough for someone and you’ve always been far too good to and for me. Kevin was right, I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve the story we have. I never did. I’m sorry for hurting you and it kills me that I made you cry. I’m so sorry,“ I was standing right in of (Y/N) at this point, her gaze staying on the ground.

“Jug, I’m sorry but I can’t forgive you this time. I love you but I just can’t. And as for our story… The story is ending now. This is the end. It’s done,” she and Kevin walked past me as I stood there with the feeling of my heart being stepped on. I could feel the heat of my own tears on my face but I couldn’t move. I was frozen. I lost my best friend for real this time.

This is the sad ending, I’m working on a happier one which is Ending II



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10/100 days of productivity

i swear i failed my math test yesterday and i’m on the verge of breaking down; i’m still in shock and the situation still hasn’t settled comfortably (it was so time consuming and my anxiety was eating me alive from the inside). bUT i’m currently working on both my assignments for two of my maths classes as i’m taking double maths, while sippin’ some green tea to cheer me up on this lovely day where i don’t have to go to school.

update: i have broken down and literally ugly cried for 2 hours straight. it would be the first time not getting an A in a maths test and i’m not sure how to accept that. My dad told me that i have to work on controlling my emotions before going into a test or an exam because my anxiety could actually stab me in the back anytime it wants and i rely on my emotions quite a lot (i’m an emotional baggage, hence why i have no boyfriend). Typically, the nervousness of my peers heightens my anxiety and i wouldn’t be able to concentrate during examinations.