actually kinda feel good about this

All I could muster in the few time I have

This is for two projects, the Louden Swain Minibang (my drawing paired with @alangel1895’s fic; idk where or when you can read it, but it’s great), and the Gabriel Monthly Challenge (June 2k17).

Notes about the drawings because it might be kinda hard to understand.

LSMB: The fic is based on LS’ “Eskimo”, mainly about Gabriel unable to change his roots (parallel to how the eskimo still builds with snow) no matter what. I hope people would recognize what the (inaccurate) “star” means here.

GMC: Statement Prompt: “He remembered how excited he use to feel watching the sunrise. Now all it brought was exhaustion and dread.” This is paired with the fic, especially with the last note I wrote over there in the LSMB. Well, kinda inaccurate. But still good enough eh?

Actually I’ll put the direct answer in the tags

Ppl to tag: @mrswhozeewhatsis @gabriel-monthly-challenge @archangel-with-a-shotgun @ashiewesker @lacqueluster

so basically to sum things up:

  • jj abrams wrote tfa thinking only of one movie and not an arc for the whole trilogy and just passed the bar for rian johnson to fix it
  • rian johnson did the exact same thing so colin trevorrow will be the one to deal with what they have left for episode ix
  • we got a trio (poe, finn and rey) who hasn’t even had one scene together yet and they’ll likely be split for tlj
  • the title was the first thing rian chose simply because he liked that and he sees it as one jedi, while most languages translated it to plural
  • we got new cast members (laura dern, benicio del toro) who will likely have supporting roles while other actors (gwendoline christie, domhnall gleeson) haven’t even had the chance to establish their characters well
  • since this is a space movie i’m kinda amused but not in a good way that there haven’t been many actual aliens as important characters (re: maz kanata)
  • the plot for tfa was very similar to anh: a planet destroyer weapon, someone is kidnapped, a mentor dies. the premise for tlj is very similar to esb: a main character gets training while the others go on another adventure. not very original

like… yall are quick to criticize the prequels but this is not looking very good scoob

anonymous asked:

I know you didn't say anything about hating vegans or anything but are we actually doing a bad job? like is all of this just a lie and not actually helping the environment or anything :/ because one of the biggest reason for me to go vegan is cause of environmental issues and all

I don’t hate vegans, not the ones that aren’t spreading misinformation or think they are on some sort of moral high ground to everyone else. But I don’t agree with it myself because it is all superficial, without any proper action if I’m being honest.

And when there is action it’s usually targeted at the wrong issue and does more harmful then good. My main issue is that vegans see animals as very individual. They want to save every single cow or pig or chicken without thinking about it rationally or about the horrible impact that would have no important species (species that are actually vital to ecosystems). Veganism fails to see the bigger more important picture. 

“Saving” domesticated farm animals is not important. I’m sorry but it’s just not. Not when it means “saving” these animals will have drastic negative effects. 

I mean there are always ways that agricultural and animal industries can be improved. But just refusing to buy meat or use animal products don’t change anything. And realistically we’re not going to stop eating meat or producing wool ect. You have to understand that and accept it and look at ways to improve those processes not try and shut them down completely.  

And more veganism just means more demand for certain crops, which require more land clearing + more pesticides ect. Veganism is just as bad for the environment and animals as any other diet is. In a capitalist society there really isn’t any ethical consumption.

The world and the environment can’t survive under a capitalist society. Capitalism is what’s stopping us from using green energy solutions or inverting more. Not because these solutions are “expensive” or hard to make or whatever use excuses are being made. It’s because they won’t make as much money as easily. 

Just like buying honey isn’t going to “save the bees” or turning the tap off when you brush your teeth won’t save water. They’re things corporations and company’s push because they’re easy and shift the blame onto consumers and away from them. 

We need to look into real solutions. Realistic solutions that aren’t just superficial I-want-to-feel-good-without-doing-anything-too-hard “solutions” but real ones. And they need to be towards actual important significant issues.  Animals being killed for a source of food or harvesting honey or wool, is not even close to being an issue we should be worried about. 

I’m sorry that you’ve been led to think otherwise, there is alot of misinformation out there and people will lie to get their agenda across. But veganism just doesn’t help the environment. It just doesn’t. 

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind me asking, do you have any recommendations for Check, Please fanfic?? Like what are your favorite ones? Bitty and Jack are just so cute and every time I read a fic I just want to read more! Also, I love your blog so much. Your tags are always so funny 💛

I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me about this. 

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so i was talking with @turianmailman about what if the kids in class 1A had to do that thing where they have to take care of a fake baby and

  • Izuku accidentally names his Deku. he can’t change it. is somewhat ok at taking care of the baby but it comes back a little worse for wear
  • Aoyama is just. bad at this. the baby hates his room. he tries to fix it by adding more sparkles. it makes things worse
  • Mina accidentally melts part of her baby. also part of Aoyama’s baby
  • Tokoyami gets a giant egg instead of a baby. it hatches by the end of the project and inside there’s a little Present Mic plush. he doesn’t know how to feel about this
  • Sero is actually?? really good at this??? he swaddles the baby in his tape and tapes it to his chest like a proud papa and gets weirdly over protective of his child
  • Tsuyu is great at this b/c she’s had to take care of her younger siblings since forever
  • Tooru loves dressing her baby up all the time
  • Shouji is also really really good at this and has absolutely no trouble with the baby b/c of his extra hands
  • Iida is really good at the technical stuff but the emotional stuff still kinda stumps him. he’s the fastest diaper changer in the entire class. 
  • Momo is the most loving mother in the whole class and treats the baby like her own and the class has never seen her look so happy and content and cute it’s so heartwarming to see. the only thing she struggles with is making the baby laugh/entertaining it
  • Mineta stuck his to a wall on the first day and forgot about it
  • Satou is also really really good at this????? he never had any problems at all he’s just very good with the baby
  • Kirishima gets one of the best grades in the class b/c he’s also just. really good with babies apparently??? 
  • Jirou suffers because she can hear it’s cries louder than anyone else thanks to her quirk and desperately tries not to destroy it with a sound wave and does a fairly good job of taking care of it otherwise
  • Ochako is fairly decent at taking care of her’s too, but she can be clumsy and forgetful at times so the baby comes back a little roughed up, but fine overall
  • everything Todoroki does is unintentionally funny to the baby and he has absolutely no clue why
  • Ojirou uses his tail to hold the baby most of the time and he’s also a really good papa to it. a very loving and sweet papa
  • Denki accidentally destroyed his during the first week
  • Kouda is very kind and patient with his baby b/c to him it’s just like caring for baby animals
  • Bakugou was the only person not allowed to do his project alone because without supervision there’s a 98% chance that when it cried he’d throw the baby at the wall repeatedly until it broke or blow it up out of anger and he’d fail the entire project, so he’s forced to partner up with someone. (the idea we had is Ochako b/c she’s 13th in the class and really really really needs a good grade and isn’t afraid to work with Bakugou)
imagine CEO namjoon.

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  • what’s there to say? we already know he’s a great leader.
  • heir to the country’s largest publishing/printing firm.
  • also the greenest publishing/printing company in the country, like top five in the world, all thanks to namjoon’s initiatives.
  • he takes the whole inheriting business thing very seriously, determined to deserve the company and to be the best boss ever.
  • graduates early from a prestiged business school abroad and shares the responsibilities at the company to give his ageing father a break.
  • he’s so !!!! invested !!! in the health and happiness of his employees !!!!
  • wins All The Awards, for his green initiatives, planting trees, and making jobs, and protecting the environment ect, but also for having the happiest employees in the country.
  • he’s always arranging conferences and seminars for his employees to educate and encourage health/happiness/safety/equal opportunity/respect/ect in the workplace.
  • he works so hard to make sure everyone even down to the lowest branches are insured and that there are daycares and mom’s get the paid leave they need and deserve and that everyone gets and equal and fair wage.
  • bless him.
  • unfortunately all this work on top of his official workload means he doesn’t have much time to look after himself.
  • but in his mind he’s suffering is worth the safety and health of so many others he doesn’t even mind tho he’s kinda sad.
  • so, you work in the HR department.
  • and the head of the department fucks off on maternity leave and by some miracle ???? you get a hasty promotion.
  • no, you’re not really the head of HR but your function is pretty much the same and you don’t mind because the pay is goOD.
  • part of your responsibilities as head is to keep namjoon briefed on the general mood and concern of the people in his branch, i.e the large building full of people he feels directly responsible for.
  • he even has a whole suggestion box system, so once a week you just have to go through the notes people leave you and present a list to namjoon with a few possible solutions etc.
  • piece of cake.
  • except he’s hot as all hell.
  • i mean, it’s not a problem, far from it, he’s just very distracting.
  • but your meetings with him are the highlight of your work week so you do a really good job or at least you try, and also wear something nice.
  • and you think he’s just kinda clumsy and awkward.
  • but actually he finds you really distracting as well.
  • and your meetings are A Mess for the first month or so, until you get into the swing of things and get your shit together.
  • and the complaints he gets are never a big deal because everyone is happy and has nothing to complain about like ???
  • his secretary complaining that him playing smooth jazz all day in his office is getting kinda annoying and please would he play some classical or maybe bossa nova for a change.
  • or that his wacky ties and other questionable fashion choices are giving them a headache.
  • or jeon jungkook complaining about someone’s coffee breath again.
  • an anonymous submission says jimin is apparently??? too??? cute???
  • jung hoseok won’t stop moonwalking to the photocopier while humming thriller and it’s not even october and michael jackson doesn’t even moonwalk to thriller ugh ???????
  • yoongi keeps falling asleep at his desk and forgetting to go home at the end of the day.
  • harmless stuff like that. 
  • (namjoon stays late so he starts driving yoongi home because that’s just the kind of Great boss he is.)
  • and most of the time you two spend these meeting gossiping about drama between the departments and rolling on the floor laughing.
  • and you’re so in awe that someone can be so wonderful and selfless, making use of his privilege to protect people less fortune than him.
  • and your meeting are usually after lunch, so you come back from lunch to find him buried in paperwork and you begin to wonder, who takes care of him?
  • you ask if he had lunch and he’s like lol of course not have you met me
  • and you suggest postponing the meeting because there’s nothing urgent going on and you can take care of “kim taehyung keeps sneaking his dog into the office” on your own.
  • but he’s like “nO!!! please, our meetings are the only break i get, they keep me sane, they’re kinda the highlight of my week.”
  • and you sputter like ????? “im,,,what??? me ?? too?”
  • from that day on he starts taking you out for lunch every week and that way your meetings get twice as long.
  • and eventually you have to ask him, since nothing is going on in the office, “what about you, namjoon? how are you doing?”
  • and he thinks for a moment and he’s like “you know what, i feel kinda shitty actually.”
  • so you let him vent all his sadness and weird existential thoughts and angst for a few weeks and eventually suggest maybe he takes responsibility for his own health and happiness and maybe a good step would be to see a therapist?
  • and he does because he values your opinion and honestly it’s the only selfish thing he’s done in years and it makes him feel 1000001x better to have his concerns and ideas affirmed and listened to by a professional. therapy is cool, kids.
  • and one day shy joonie hands you a little poem he wrote you on a post-it, describing all the little detail he’s observed about him that makes his heart race and his head go all slow and foggy.
  • because he really,,,,,,,,,,,,, really likes you, and hopes this isn’t weird or anything if you don’t feel the same way that’s cool but he’s felt this way for a while and you’re the best thing that’s happened to him since this company and he just thought you deserved to know and he’s sorry.
  • and you have to like glue yourself to that dining chair so you don’t climb that dang table and throw yourself at him because namjoon is the most wonderful man on earth you treasure him and you want to keep him safe and happy because he deserves as much kindness as he’s prepared to give and he has nothing to be sorry for and you love him.
  • and he loves you too.
  • anyway, nsfw under the cut.

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I feel like tsukishima and yamaguchi are both terrible at communicating in different ways. I know tsukishima is one that’s usually considered bad at communicating (and I can totally see how) but please consider that yamaguchi…

  • has yet to share his internal turmoil about not being a starter with anyone
  • went off the team to an outside, rather unaffiliated adult for help instead of to his upperclassmen or teachers
  • shares more about tsukishima than he does about himself and subconsciously uses tsukishima as a social shield
  • clams up after losing to seijoh
  • held off on talking to tsukishima about real ass things that bothered him until his emotions boiled over and he ended up just screaming his emotions to his best friend in the middle of the night in a rather public place
  • (and as it turns out, tsukishima actually had no problems accepting yamaguchi’s words and heard him out with minimal resistance so all of yamaguchi’s internal reasons for not speaking up sooner just kind of flew out the window)
  • will 100% say nothing is wrong when everything is going to shit
  • has never ever verbalized his emotions in any serious context to any of his teammates
  • won’t talk to his best friend about Important Things™ sometimes because he’s afraid it’ll annoy him enough and he’ll presumably stop being friends with him despite not having any evidence supporting that theory
  • is super competitive but rarely shows it
  • is the kind of guy that you look back and realize you know very little about personally
  • is the kind of guy who blows up at people for not knowing things he didn’t actually communicate or suddenly bursts with boiled-over frustration and leaves you going “um where did that come from?”
  • apologizes the next day and insists you forget about it and that he’s just fine and nothing is wrong haha dw about it
  • has really only cracked jokes with tsukishima and (very recently) hinata
  • tends to dance around topics or questions that he doesn’t want to answer
  • sucks at communicating despite being so bubbly and talkative

Don’t get me wrong, tsukishima has his own issues with communication to be sure, but they’re different. Tsukishima simply refuses to communicate on important things 90% of the time, especially if the issue really bothers him because that’s getting into emotions and that’s not what he’s here for. He’s embarrassed and a bit awkward about sharing so he cages off instead, and he doesn’t do well with approaching people who don’t approach him first. But on the flip side, he seems to own his lack of skill better and has less hang ups about it. At the very least he doesn’t seem bothered when people don’t know much about him because no duh, how could they understand him or his feelings if he doesn’t share? That’s tsukishima’s take on it and he’s got it on the nose there. Also, when directly confronted or when he actually decides to open up by himself, tsukishima’s words are very honest and blunt and they invite little room for misunderstandings. 

Yamaguchi’s communication problems stem from a different place. He’s a great communicator… to an extent. Whereas tsukishima’s hang up is just that he’s a very private person who feels uncomfortable opening up, yamaguchi’s stems from the fact that he wants to but is simultaneously too embarrassed or afraid to. He’d like to both communicate how he’s feeling and keep his cards close to his chest, and since he can’t actually have it both ways his emotions end up being turned into some sort of ticking time bomb. He holds anything he feels is too important to share at bay until that’s no longer an option and he blows up at someone or something very suddenly. Like he kinda wants people to know about things but my god he doesn’t want to have to tell them. And even when he is opening up he’ll often stall or dance around the issue a bit. Yamaguchi is a good talker and he’s more of an extrovert than tsukishima, but that doesn’t make him a master communicator by any stretch of the imagination. 

a***NOTE: VENT *** (excuse my poor english)

I hate when I am having Social Anxiety and Depression. It’s feels like. Killing me inside. When I was alone, this feeling.. the feeling that you are drowning into the deep ocean and unable to escape from the wild wave. Making me unable to continue what I was doing, just sit and lean there and stare all over the surrounding. I never been checkup with a psychologist, but I could tell that I have these kind of disorders I’ve mentioned from above. How do I know that I’m suffering these disorder?

Well, tbh, i’ve been having Insomnia from what i’ve remembered when I was 12 I guess. Which mean, it has been 5 years straight. I easily lose my appetite, and my weight decrease to Severely underweight. I can’t even do any physical activities because I am easily get kidney pain from the left. Other than that, i can’t even concentrate in class and easy to forget every words of what teachers have said to me. And last but not least, I was acting harming myself (throughout school week), knocking my head to the wall, hitting myself , etc, etc.

Yes, I can feel how depression feels like when I’m studying in boarding school. I don’t have friends that i could trust, all I can see was they are being hypocrite towards me, Including my close friend in school, i know they were judging about my social interaction with others, for being shy, quiet, cannot start a simple conversation, bla bla. something like that. It’s unfair when they forced me to communicate with them, even I DID try,  they didn’t even respond what I was about to say. So, what I do is stay solitude.

I remembered when they being so nice to me, during lunch, they invited me to their table to eat together. Everyday. But, it’s different when who’s come to the table first, they invited me to their table because they came to the cafeteria earlier than me.  But when I was the one who came earlier, and sat the table that can fit 5 people in it, waving my hands, inviting them to sit where I was at. But what they did, they ignored me, and went to the other tables. And I’m here like, “oh, okay. Your welcome then” and eats alone. After that day, I started to avoid them calling me to eat lunch together. I don’t like it, because. backstabbers.

I thought holidays is my FREE times to feel freedom. Actually, I was wrong. I know have so many good friends on the internet, I know they are good pals. I know they are busy with schools/finals/works/assignment/etc. I understand about their inactive, i respect what they were doing. But sometimes, the more they are inactive, I kinda feeling left out. Alone in the silent group chat where we used to be together, makes jokes, sharing ideas, and all wonderful time we experience.

To those friends i’ve been close for so long ( i don’t want to mention their name) I just wanted to say, I am very sorry for not cheering around in our group chat when I was having school holidays. I should tell you earlier about my days to come, but I failed. My ego have taking me over, leave it the group with no ‘cheerful welcome back conversation’. Leaving you guys questioned to yourself, ‘is Golzy left our family group?’ . I really didn’t mean to leave the group. and I never wanted to leave the group because you are like a family to me since 2014. 3 years have passed you guys are all growing up, some of you guys are taking jobs, some of you went to college, schools, family, business, et cetera!

I’m feeling unmotivated day by day, although I have some new friends in a crazy group. It doesn’t makes me very happy. I feel myself i’m betraying my old friends and left them just like that , and I develop hallucination of your voices, to arouse my thought, making me FEAR of you guys.

I’m so sorry, The school have ruined me the way I communicate with people, and I’m feeling much worse lately. Even you can see me being happy, behind this virtual screen, i’m mostly a faker. I’m sorry.

Thank you for reading this.

-Golzy

Dream A Little Dream

Spencer x reader smutty smut smut.

“Y/N we’re gonna have to get a motel, I’ve checked online and the highways gridlocked for miles. Huge accident.”

“What if we if double back and go a different way?” You asked him, already knowing that you wouldn’t be able to drive for much longer without losing your patience.

“It’ll still take us at least three hours. It’s up to you. I can drive for a bit if you’d like?”

“No I think you’re right. There’s bound to be a motel around here somewhere. Can you call Hotch and tell him we’ll be late in tomorrow please.”

You pulled out of the fast food restaurant parking lot you’d pulled into after sitting on the freeway for the last three hours, barely moving more than an inch every few minutes. Spencer and you had been lecturing for the last two days at a colleague campus four hours away. The faculty had taken you out for a meal afterwards to say say thank you and you’d left at eight pm, meaning you should have been home by twelve at the latest. Instead, it was eleven pm at night and you’d encountered one of the biggest traffic jams you seen or read about in years. After crawling at a snails pace for three hours, you come off at the next exit to assess your options and to get food. You were tired, you wanted to sleep but you still had at least a three hour drive ahead of you both and that was in normal traffic. You spotted a sign for a motel and pulled in, seeing the parking lot was nearly full. A lot of other people on the road were perhaps having the same ideas as you were.

Spencer disconnected his call to your supervisor. “Hotch says it’s fine, the accident is all over the news. He says we can reclaim the cost of the rooms on expenses.”

You nodded and reached behind you to pull out your bag that you’d packed for the few days away, handing Spencer his, and you both exited the vehicle, heading for the reception.

“Please tell me you have two rooms free?” You greeted the woman behind the reception desk.

“Sorry darlin’. We’re down to our last one. We’ve filled up pretty quickly cos of the accident on that darn freeway.”

“Twin beds?” You asked hopefully, watching her shake her head.

“Fraid not. It’s a double. I can get you some extra bed linen in one of you wants to take the floor? Or else there’s another motel a few miles down the road.”

You couldn’t bear getting back in the car right now, you just wanted to stretch out and sleep. Turning to Reid you asked him.

“Do you mind sharing a bed?”

“If you don’t then I don’t.”

You pulled out your purse and credit card, flashing your FBI ID as the required identification and requested a receipt for expenses.

“Did you guys want any extra linen?” The receptionist asked as she slid the room key over.

“We’ll share. It’ll be fine, I’m sure.”

You and Reid found the room, pleased that the bed was a fair sized double, and you took yourself off into the bathroom; changing quickly into your sleep shorts and tank top, brushing your teeth and pulling your hair up.

“Bathrooms all yours.” You told your colleague as you plumped the pillows up and climbed into the bed, rolling onto your side, willing your brain to remember that you were sharing with someone so if you got warm, you could NOT strip off like you normally did in your sleep. Half the time you didn’t even remember doing it, you’d go to bed in pajamas and wake up naked and with your foot sticking out of the sheets in an effort to cool down. Not tonight, please… Not tonight.

Closing your eyes, you settled down into the pillows, feeling the bed creak a while later as Spencer climbed in beside you and got comfortable.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispered, shutting off the light.

“.. Night… ” You murmured, already half asleep.

….

You were warm, uncomfortably so.

And it probably had something to do with the arm that was wrapped around your waist and the long body that was pressed against your back. Spencer was asleep, little snuffles coming from his mouth.

So this was why Derek refused to share a room with him on cases. The genius was a sleep snuggler.

Glancing down, you were thankful to see that your tank top was still in place. Otherwise that could have been embarrassing. You wriggled, trying to gently nudge your colleague away but his arm wasn’t budging. Not wanting to wake him, you threw the covers back and closed your eyes again.

You woke again a few hours later… Or at least you thought you were awake.

But you couldn’t be. If you were awake you definitely wouldn’t have your colleagues hand on your chest.

Would you?

You wriggled again feeling the hand start to stroke softly against the fabric of your chest. It actually felt kinda nice.

More than nice to be honest, it felt… Sensual, erotic even. As his hand caressed your body, skimming over your torso and cupping your breast, massaging it lightly, you wondered what he was dreaming about.

This was not good. Except.. Oh it was. You stretched out, pressing your back against Spencers front and feeling a hard bulge pressing against your ass.

You should totally wake him up.

In a minute, you thought as his fingers brushed over your nipple sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You juddered suddenly and you felt Spencer stir beside you, his hand stilling and his breathing changing.

He was awake.

He didn’t remove his hand but you could feel him holding his breath and trying to work out if you were awake and what he should do.

What SHOULD he continue to do exactly. You’d never been in this situation before. You stretched again, pressing your ass against him and pushing your chest out so that it pushed against the palm of his hand.

He breathed in deeply and then moved his hips forward, nudging you. You very purposely rubbed your butt up and down slowly hearing a low groan.

Alright. So you knew he was awake and he knew you were awake.

One of you needed to take charge here and make a decision.

“Either roll over and go back to sleep Spencer, or carry on what you were doing, because I’m VERY intrigued to know what you were dreaming about that was making you do that…. ” You whispered.

“ You… I was dreaming about you, Y/N.” Came his murmured response. He hand resumed it’s previous activities, groping and squeezing your breasts lightly, the tips of his fingers grazing your now very alert peaks through your top. Fuck that felt good, and you let out a little gasp to let him know.

Reaching back with your arm, you placed your hand onto his hip, rubbing it over the fabric of his bottoms.

“Dreaming about… Me?” You asked him, move your butt up and down again as he teased with his thumb and forefinger.

“Mmmmm. I still think I’m dreaming.” Spencer adjusted himself behind you and you felt a pair of soft lips on your shoulder, kissing along the skin until he reached the crook of your neck.

“Same… I don’t think we… Ugh… are though.”

Spencers lips kissing the skin just below your ear, his hand travelling higher and tugging the tank top lower, slipping a strap off your shoulder and exposing your breast. His hand was now on your bare skin, your nipple catching between two fingers as his caressed you, pressing the two fingers together occasionally and pinching your bud.

“Oh fuck… ” You arched your back at the sensation, hearing Reid sucking air through his teeth as you pushed against him.

Moving on the mattress, you leant back so that you were flush against him, hooking your leg back and over his, essentially pulling his groin as close as you could to you. You actively started to grind on him now, revelling in the feel of him hard on you, the little grunts and groans he was making, egging you on. Feeling bolder, Spencers hand starting roaming further, trailing up and down your body, slipping lower and lower with each lap.

With your leg hooked over his hip, your centre was exposed to him already and you held your breath as he let his hand skate over your thighs and drag against your shorts. His fingers felt for the waistband, pushing underneath it and ghosting over your panties.

You were desperate for the friction now and you ground your butt against him harder and more frantically. He seemed to get the picture and moved his hand between your legs, dragging his fingers over your fabric covered clit. You gasped and he did it again, the pads of his fingertips pressing harder against you as he found your bundle of nerves through your underwear.

His lips suckling at your neck, he began to rub, alternating between moving the sensitive nub from side to side and up and down, the friction of your panties adding to the sensation. You pushed against him hard, feeling him starting to grind back, humping against your ass as he played between your legs.

Your moans started to get louder and more frequent, your arm reaching up and back so that it could caress the back of his head as it was buried in your neck, Spencers gasps and groans tickling your neck as they escaped his throat.

“Fuck…. Spence… Oh shit… ”

His fingers moved faster, applying just the right about of pressure at exactly the right speed as he worked himself up and down your butt, using it get himself off.

“Oh god…” He bit down on your shoulder and growled out your name, now bucking against you, his fingers working magic on your clit, the familiar tremble in your leg starting as you dragged your lip between your teeth as you started to come, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gasped through your orgasm. He shoved hard on your ass a few more times before your felt him twitch behind you, delicious grunts coming from him as he came inside his boxers.

“Jeez….fucking hell Reid… ” You whispered minutes later, when you could finally catch your breath.

You unhooked your leg and rolled away, Spencers hand retreating from you. You shifted on to your back, turning your face to face look at him.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” Spencer replied, rolling onto his back and tugging his pajama bottoms away from his skin. You knew he must be dying to go and clean up.

“That was an interesting way to wake up, I must say.”

“Y/N I’m so sorry… I honestly didn’t mean to start groping you.”

“Hey hey…. Do you hear me complaining? Were you really dreaming about me?”

He nodded and you grinned.

“Have you dreamt about me before?”

“Erm…. ”

“Cos I’ve dreamed about you before Spencer. Just so you know…. And if you ever feel like doing that again, maybe with our clothes actually off, just let me know.” You told him.

He laughed. “Clothes off might be less messier for me… But do you think we could maybe go and see a movie or go to a restaurant before hand? Like.. Erm… A date?”

“If you’re asking me out, I’m saying yes.”

“Then I’m asking you out, Y/N.”

You smiled at each other.

“Alright. Go clean yourself up. We can still get a few hours sleep before we need to leave.”

He slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

“Spencer…. ”

“Hmmmm?” He turned to look at you.

“Is that why Morgan won’t share with you? Did you sleep grope him too.”

You laughed at the horrified expression on his face.

“I can tell you now, I have never EVER have those sorts of dreams about him.”

“Good…. Cos as much as I like Morgan, I’d hate to have THAT in common with him.”

anonymous asked:

On a scale of 1-10 how would you rate Amélie? 10 being Great and 1 being horrible

ig like a 5?? i feel it lacks a lot of depth especially with Amelie’s childhood. i rlly wish that was explored more :/ the pacing of it is also kinda bad and the overall story is kind of rlly messy and a bit vague sometimes?? like when i watched the bootleg it was pretty much just me yelling about how i couldn’t understand anything or me asking out loud “what are they talking abou/what is happening” not bc i couldn’t hear anything clearly(the quality of the bootleg was actually quite good) but bc the story itself is just ??? kind of a mess???
but otherwise, the show has a rlly cute and has a nice charm to it and it warmed my heart although i was confused most of the time lmaO
the music is also rlly nice and calming and i enjoy the cutesy vibe of it! the jokes r also rlly nice and cute

tldr: amelie is a cute heart warming mess

anonymous asked:

do you think some of the female characters fit into the poor aspects of modern anime (this is related to the oat you reblogged about new vs. old anime). i feel like the unrealistic sizes of the girl's body in mha are kinda cringeworthy but the story is too good for me to drop the show. idk.

[in reference to this post]

….. wait, you think that the girl’s bodies on MHA are unrealistic??? they’re some of the most realistic bodies i’ve seen in anime in, well, forever. sure the boobs are a bit bigger than normal, but? beyond that?? they actually have fat on their bodies, Horikoshi draws them with squishy tummies, their waists aren’t stick-thin, they have muscles and rib-cages and organs, they aren’t constantly drawn in sexy poses, and in general they’re pretty well proportioned

i don’t.. really see how their proportions are cringe-worthy, my dude. in fact, MHA is one of the few exceptions to that post.

the girls emote. they’re allowed to look distressed, and angry, and determined, and scared, and happy, and exasperated, and annoyed, and amused, and all sorts of things. they’re not always in sexy outfits, and even then, the ones wearing sexy outfits do it for a reason

Momo because her clothes will get ripped otherwise. same with Mt. Lady, who needs to wear elastic clothes or else they’ll be destroyed. even Midnight has a reason for dressing like she does outside of personal preference, and that’s because her quirk is activated when her skin is exposed.

and their designs all look different. look at Ochako, look at Inko, look at Tsuyu and Pony and Himeko and Jirou. you wouldn’t be able to confuse them at all. they each have their own unique designs; unique hair, and eyes, body, style preference, etc. 

they’re allowed to emote. they’re allowed to be human. they’re allowed to look different, and they’re allowed to have realistic bodies.

i really can’t see them falling into any of the pitfalls of most anime nowadays. it’s one of the reasons why i watched the show in the first place. 

People who deserve so much fucking better in 13 reasons why

Hannah: if only someone fucking listened, the way she was treated was horrendous and I wished someone could have seen her pain

JEFF: DESERVES THE FUCKIN WORLD, he only wanted to play some baseball, do kinda ok in school and help his nerdy lil friend actually live his life. Honestly had a heart of gold

Jessica: she was raped for crying out loud and was dealing with so much at the time. Honestly deserved better

Justin: comes from a shitty home and is constantly treated like crap. He actually sees that what he did was wrong and you can see that he feels like shit about it. So much potential for character development.

Zach: poor lil baby. Yh he did something shitty but you can tell he’s a good person and is trying to redeem himself.

Alex: he clearly felt bad for what he did and recognised his mistakes. Hope he doesn’t die 😔 Clay: he LOVED her ffs. Was put through a shit load of trauma and heartache bless him and is now trying to help someone else…. honestly has a heart of gold
A Lesson on Zootopia

With all the attention Zootopia has been getting for its impressive moral-telling, I feel like this needs to be said because a lot of people are missing the point.

Zootopia isn’t about racism or sexism or any other human social conflict that our personal biases would automatically assume who plays the role of the “good guys” and who are the “bad guys”. It isn’t about any of that because they’re animals, not humans.

Zootopia is about prejudice. As in, the general concept. It’s about how prejudice can affect individuals, society, and especially how others can manipulate prejudice for their own gain, whether that be by excluding outgroups from social participation, or perpetuating lies and fear in order to use a state of victimhood to guarantee social privileges.

It’s about how prejudice isn’t a one-way street, that anyone can have it and any group can suffer from it, whether because an individual believes in that prejudice or because the rest of the world tells them they should feel that way.

It’s about individuals taking their individual experiences to demonize an entire group, and considering any exceptions to that rule to be either impossible or irrelevant.

It’s about how prejudice towards anyone, over anything, for any reason is wrong.

Anyone can be anything. Even the so-called good guys can have bad practices. And the point is that we work a little harder everyday to put a stop to those practices, whoever may be behind them.

Woman

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The morning after the first time (Y/N) sleeps in Jughead’s room, he realizes that it’s not just a crush.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,377

A/N: sorry, the writing in this is kinda really trash. on an unrelated note, I will be travelling abroad for the next three weeks (don’t worry, I’ve got the next parts queued) so I won’t be able to add anyone new to the taglist.  enjoy!


Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and then see what we find?

It really shouldn’t have affected the way he viewed her.

He always thought she was clever, amusing, and drop-dead gorgeous.  But there was something about seeing her quaint vulnerability in the morning that made her even more beautiful.  It was more vulnerable than those nights that she’d sit in his room and spill her secrets; this was a serene type of vulnerability.

The way the sunlight poured into his hotel room and highlighted all her features, flawed or perfect.  The way she was positioned in a way that should not seem attractive, yet it enticed Jughead even more.  The way her soft breaths betrayed her harshly sarcastic exterior.

It felt like a cliché scene pulled straight out of a romantic comedy: he laid in his bed, unmoving, watching (Y/N) as she slept, admiring every feature.  He justified this to himself by thinking that if he moved, he could wake her up, and he didn’t want to disturb her slumber after the long night they had.  But really, deep down, it was because he wanted to shamelessly admire her for just a little bit longer.

I’m selfish, I know
But I don’t ever want to see you with him
I’m selfish, I know
I told you, but I know you never listen

It was a Saturday, so there was no harm in allowing (Y/N) to sleep in.  Jughead knew that if he woke her up, he’d have to deal with her grumpiness that accompanied her exhaustion all day.  He knew that side of her too well.

Jughead remembered last night so well: how (Y/N) called him with a shaky voice, and her trembling body tentatively entered his room.  He remembered how the numbers on the clock quickly progressed from midnight to three o’clock, and he remembered how it was too late to allow her to return to her room.

Her legs were tucked towards her chest, her hair spread out against her pillow.  Her lips were slightly parted, and her face was pressed against Jughead’s chest.  

He’d have to be an idiot to wake her.

So he didn’t.  He remained in bed, keeping his body exactly how it was positioned when he first woke up: legs entangled with hers, arms wrapped around her waist.  He even kept his breaths shallow in order to let her sleep.

I hope you can see, the shape that I’m in
While he’s touching your skin
He’s right where I should, where I should be
But you’re making me bleed

“Jughead?” her groggy voice pulled Jughead out of his trance.  He shifted so that he could turn his head and look down at her waking figure. “What time is it?”

Jughead turned to face the clock sitting on his nightstand.  “Almost ten o’clock,” he informed her.  

She wriggled so that she disentangled her limbs from his and was propped up on her elbows.  “Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.  “I didn’t realize I slept in so much.”

He shrugged.  “I mean it’s Saturday, so I figured I’d let you sleep.”

(Y/N) glanced up at him and smiled.  “Well thank you for that,” she said, slowly removing the blankets off of her.  “I should probably get back to my room now, though.  Gotta get dressed.”

“Right.”  Jughead awkwardly nodded with a tight-lipped smile, not knowing what else to say.  Before she could open the door, he spoke up again: “You know, you should start leaving some of your stuff in here.  If you’d like to, that is.  That way, if this happens again, you won’t have to bother going back to your room. Especially if it happens on a weeknight.”

(Y/N) peered over her shoulder and grinned at Jughead.  “I’d like that very much.”

Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-woman
Woman
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-woman
Woman

Something about that morning threw Jughead off.  He repeatedly told himself that nothing happened last night, and there should be nothing to overthink.  That didn’t stop him from constantly thinking back to the moment he woke up and saw (Y/N) laying in his arms.  It wouldn’t leave his head all day.

When they walked to breakfast, hand-in-hand, Jughead couldn’t help but remember how his arms were wrapped around her waist just an hour earlier.

When they sat down in a quaint café, he couldn’t help but think about how they sat on his bed last night, her on his lap as they talked the night away.

When (Y/N) ordered a sunny side-up, he couldn’t help but think about how the sun made her skin glow that morning.

“Jug,” (Y/N) asked in the middle of breakfast, “are you okay?  You seem kinda distant today.”

Jughead shook his head. “I’m fine.  Great, actually.  Sorry, I’ve just been overthinking some things.”

(Y/N) set her fork down. “Overthinking?  Do you need to talk about anything?”  To her surprise, Jughead grinned.

“No, it’s fine.  Just overthinking the good stuff, you know?”

Tempted, you know
Apologies are never gonna fix this
I’m empty, I know
Promises are broken like a stitch is

This wasn’t the first time Jughead had realized his feelings for (Y/N).  He had known for weeks about the crush he was developing on her.  How could he not?  She was witty, hilarious, and not to mention drop-dead gorgeous. But after last night, something felt different.  He felt like it may be something more than just an insignificant crush.

He could go hours without thinking of her perfect smile and melodious laugh, but now she never left his mind.  She made a home in his heart, and he had no intentions in trying to remove her.

Jughead couldn’t find the right word to describe it.  It was quite ironic, considering he met her through a writing internship.  He was a master with words.  Why he struggled to find the correct word puzzled him.

He checked a thesaurus, searching for words listed under “crush.”  None of the synonyms fit: affection, admiration, care, desire, devotion, hankering, sentiment, yen.  Nothing slipped off his tongue just so.

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in
While he’s touching your skin
This thing upon me, howls like a beast
You flower, you feast

“(Y/N),” he said, turning to face her, “I’m searching for a word.”

“What word?” she questioned, looking up from her book.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking,” he replied, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes, but she still wore a smile.  “I need a word that describes a crush, but more.  Like a word that describes your heart racing when you see that one person. Or when their smile makes your day a million times better.  Just their mere presence seems like a gift that you don’t deserve, but they’re still there, making your life infinitely more amazing.”

“Jughead,” (Y/N) cooed, her grin widening.  “Are you thinking of a specific person?”

“What?  No,” he scoffed, shrugging indignantly.  “I’m writing something, (Y/N).  It’s what writers do.”

She nodded, unconvinced. “Uh huh.  Well there’s one obvious word that I though of.”

“Which is?”

“Love, Jughead,” she told him, staring him straight in the eye.  “You’re thinking of love.”

Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-woman
Woman
Woman
Woman (la la la la la)
W-woman
Woman

Love?  That couldn’t be it.  Jughead did not know many things about love, but he did know that what he felt for (Y/N) surely wasn’t love.

Searching for her familiar face during their internship was definitely not love.

Counting down the minutes until he could go to dinner with her was definitely not love.

Not being able to sleep until he had a late-night hot chocolate chat with her was not love.

The aching in his heart when she wasn’t around could not be love.

The overwhelming warmth he felt when he saw her that morning, bathed in the early sunlight, could not be love.

But then he rethought it. Every time they held hands, every time he wrapped his arms around her, every time he saw her smile and it sent his heart racing.  It wasn’t just a crush, nor was it as simple as desire or as plain as affection.

Jughead was in love.

Woman!

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sam, I appreciate your not-supporting Nazi trash Nick Spencer. Do you think the idea would have a more direct impact in terms of visibility at Marvel if there was something like a Change(.)org petition?

Honestly, I don’t think Marvel gives a shit about petitions or how we feel, which is what’s so frustrating. Nick Spencer either knows where some bodies are buried or is very good friends with the Old Boys Club. Possibly both. Possibly the latter is the reason he knows the former. And even other writers who dislike him kinda have to play ball with him because of that, which means I feel sorry for a lot of writers I actually like, too.

I think the only thing that will ever have a direct impact at a huge media corporation like Marvel is money. So if you tell them you’re upset, also tell them you’re so upset you’re not giving them money, and then don’t give them money. Better yet, tell them you’re so mad about it that you’ve started buying indy and DC titles instead, so not only are they not getting your money, their competitors are. Then go out and support some indy artists. Give your Marvel money to folks on Patreon instead, or support the independent comics most of the Marvel writers and artists we like are involved in. 

Don’t forget that Disney owns Marvel. You’re not dealing with Grandpa Stan and a bunch of artists in a big room somewhere. You’re dealing with the full force of the Disney machine. The people within the machine might understand emotion, but all the machine understands is the bottom line. When that starts to dip, that’s when changes happen. 

I’m gonna run around a little this weekend and talk to my homies who have Patreons, and maybe make a post about indy comic reccs, and I’ll come up with a list of people you can give your Captain America Money to. Stay tuned.

Reita: Thanks Sendai PIT!!

Ruki: I’ve been so swamped that I’m a little late but I wanted to thank everyone who came to Sendai PIT! it was the 2nd show of the additional tour but I had a good feeling bout how the old songs came out in this new and fresh kinda mood and I could actually feel the energy and power of a LIVE. above all, it was just a super hot LIVE! we’ll come back, Sendai 🤘
Ruki: this occurred to me in Sendai and I did mention it in the MC, I sometimes hear that coming to a LIVE alone makes you feel anxious or insecure or something but, you know, we are there and once the show starts all that anxiety is gonna be blown off anyways!
Ruki: so you shouldn’t worry about that and just come and have a good time, ok? 🙆
Aoi: my body hurts so much that I don’t feel like doing anythiiing. I can’t even be bothered to breeeeathe.

Taken

Requested By: @httpashmeme

can you do a jughead x reader imagine based on the song taken by one direction bear with me but basically the reader had feelings for jughead and he knew and kind of toyed with them and then the reader starts dating someone and jughead suddenly likes the reader and the reader is all like i know u think i’m trying to make you jealous but this isn’t about you anymore.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: You had liked Jughead for a while now, it started last year when you were in English class together. Jughead soon found out a bit after and since then teased you about it and lead you on to believe there could be something. But you ended up moving on and finding someone else, only for Jughead to reveal his true feelings.

Warnings: None really.

Word Count: 2,016

A/N: This was really fun to make, the song Taken by One Direction is actually really good so I recommend you listen to it! I hope this is kinda what you were hoping for and that I did a well enough job. Enjoy! :)

Originally posted by mallverine

During English class last year you and Jughead got close, close enough you began to have a crush on him.

That crush slowly formed into something stronger, you genuinely liked Jughead, but you’d never admit that to the brunette haired boy.

One day during class you had to partner up for an assignment, you and Jughead instantly were partners.

One of the football players, Reggie noticed how fast you had gone over to him, making him smirk wickedly.

“Better watch out there bud, someone is a bit eager to see you.” He winked at you then laughed, patting Jughead on the back before walking off.

You felt your face heating up from embarrassment, making Jughead realize that Reggie was actually right.

“Wait– does that mean– no way–” Jughead kept stuttering, making you cringe even more.

“Can we just do the assignment.” You spoke quietly, starting it before Jughead could even respond.

That was one of the worst days of your life, that wasn’t ever supposed to happen.

Ever since that day Jughead began to tease you about liking him.

“Well isn’t it my favorite girl.” He smiled at you, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re just saying that Jug.” You sighed, putting books into your locker.

“Maybe, but you’re my number one fan.” He cheekily smiled, making you want to hide in your locker.

“Can’t you just let it go?” You groaned in annoyance.

Jughead only laughed, shaking his head as if that was the funniest thing he’s ever heard.

“It’s not everyday you find out your friend likes you, but never wanted to tell them.” Jughead smiled, walking down the hallway beside you.

“This is why.” You muttered, walking quicker to get away from his continuous comments.

Unfortunately for you, Jughead matched your speed, bumping into your shoulder slightly.

You hated when he did this, he always gave off mixed emotions, sometimes he’d bump your shoulder, or walk too close to you, even your hands occasionally brushed one another.

This made you frustrated, sometimes you thought that maybe he did like you back, but then when he’d tease you that thought flew out the window.

You had to deal with this for the rest of the year, and then you were finally free, free of mixed emotions and the teasing.

You spent that summer hanging out with Betty and Veronica, occasionally Archie who brought Jughead, but you did your best to avoid him.

Betty and Veronica soon caught on, then questioned you what was going on one night after you all had hung out.

“Jughead found out last year from Reggie that I liked him, then the entire year he was giving mixed emotions and then he’d tease me.” You told them, as they nodded, trying to figure it out themselves.

Betty thought that maybe Jughead did like you, but Veronica thought the opposite, that Jughead was just leading you on a wild goose chase.

“You know what, you need to move on, forget about Jughead.” Veronica spoke up determination on her face.

“But what if he actually likes her and just doesn’t know any other way to express himself?” Betty questioned, her arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“I like my idea better.” Veronica smiled, making Betty sigh and eventually agree with her.

“We’re going to set you up with someone.” Veronica clapped, making Betty laugh.

You just sat there, watching your friends try to figure out who to set you up with.

Summer started to close in on you, you had gone on a few dates with people that Veronica and Betty had set you up with, but none of them had potential.

“Guys aren’t you tired of doing this?” You questioned one morning, sipping your coffee.

“No, we’re going to find someone.” Veronica nodded, her determination never leaving.

“There’s got to be someone out there.” Betty chipped in, sipping her coffee as well.

You just shrugged, slowly giving up hope.

Hours passed, you just sat there on the couch watching some cartoon show you found on tv.

“Y/N!” Veronica and Betty both shouted, rushing through the door and onto the couch.

“We found you the perfect guy!” Betty cheered, smiling happily.

“His name is Andrew, he’s in our grade, and he’s super cute!” Veronica spoke happily, making you smile.

“Okay, when is the date?” You sighed, giving in.

“Tonight. Pop’s.” Betty grinned, pulling you off the couch to get you ready for your date.

That night you were skeptical, unsure of this ‘Andrew’ person and if there was actually a chance.

You sat in a booth at Pop’s, waiting for him to appear, at first you thought he stood you up, but then sure enough the bell rang and he walked in.

You felt like the wind got knocked out of you, he was that attractive.

He saw you and his face lit up, “Hey, I’m Andrew. You must be Y/N.” He smiled, shaking your hand.

“You know I was really skeptical about coming here, but it was worth it.” You admitted, making him smile.

“I think your friends are a good match maker.” He grinned, making you laugh.

That night you had one of the best dates you’d ever been on.

He even walked you home, his hand intertwined with yours making your stomach get butterflies.

“This was really great, we should do this again.” He smiled, making you nod in agreement.

“I’d love that actually.” You smiled back, looking up at him.

Then it happened, he kissed you, and it was like fireworks went off.

You knew that this was special, that he was special.

After that night you told Betty and Veronica everything, needless to say they were screaming with happiness and proud that they were able to get you set up with someone successfully.

You and Andrew started dating two weeks later, you had gone on more dates with him before until he asked you to be his girlfriend one night.

Needless to say you said yes.

You had totally forgotten about the whole Jughead situation.

Until you walked into the school that morning.

Jughead was waiting for you beside your locker.

“What do you want Jughead?” You sighed, annoyed before he even spoke.

“Where have you been? You’re normally here earlier.” He checked the clock on the wall before looking at you.

“Andrew took me out to get coffee this morning.” You smiled, grabbing your books needed and walking off.

Jughead stood there stunned, he didn’t know who this Andrew was but he didn’t like it one bit.

“Hold up, who is this Andrew guy?” He ran up to you, stopping in front of you.

“My boyfriend.” You replied, moving around him and heading into class.

Jughead just stood there, his jaw tightening, not happy at all.

That entire day Jughead tried to get more information about this 'Andrew’ guy.

You were sitting outside with Betty, Veronica, Archie, Kevin, and Andrew, eating lunch and gossiping like every other teenager.

Kevin was telling a joke, causing you all to laugh when Jughead came over, pulling you aside to talk.

“Y/N we need to talk.” Jughead looked at you, as you nodded for him to continue.

“I started thinking a lot ever since last week, and then I realized something, I’m madly in love with you.” He confessed, making your eyes widen.

“I know you only got a boyfriend to make me jealous and realize how stupid I was being so now you can go break up with him.” He smiled, making you squint your eyes.

“Look Jug, all last year you knew I liked you, you had so many chances, but telling me you love me all because you suddenly want me and can’t have me doesn’t change anything.” You explained, making his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“But– I thought–” He stuttered, rubbing his hand over his face.

“I finally moved on, and now you’re saying how much you missed me, you’re trying to mess with my head and it’s not going to work this time.” You sighed, giving him a sympathetic smile.

“You only want me because I’m taken, and this shows me who you really are.” You shrugged, unphased and frustrated that he even had the nerve to do this.

“Y/N it’s not like that, I really do love you.” He tried to convince you, begging for you to listen.

You just shook your head, laughing at him.

“You think I’m doing this to make you jealous, so that you could admit your true feelings to me after all this time has passed.” You looked at him, making him look away from you.

“I don’t need another heartless misery, all because you suddenly want me and can’t have me.” You spoke, frustrated at him.

“This isn’t about you anymore, I’m finally happy, and it’s time for you to move on too.” You looked at him one last time before walking back to your table and sitting next to Andrew.

“Everything alright babe?” Andrew looked at you, seeing how flustered you were from your previous argument with Jughead.

“Yup, everything is finally good.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Everyone made gagging noises, making you and Andrew laugh.

You were finally taken by someone who loved you for you and wasn’t afraid to show it, or even say it.

You just had hoped it would have been Jughead in the end.

How to get hate asks when you are in snk fandom on tumblr:

It’s simple! Simply write atleast one of following things:

- “Nanaba’s lines before her death were kinda unecessary”

- “Flocke is actually a good character!”

- “Flocke spoke the truth!”

- Serumbowl: Bertolt/Erwin/Armin is the one who deserves to live

- actually anything about Serumbowl

- I hate - insert character  -

- I hate - insert a ship -

- I love - insert a character -

- I love - insert a ship -

- anything about “EMA separation”

- anything about Reiner’s sexuality

- shipping Ymir (and Historia too) with a male character

Greased. - Chapt.1  - Bucky & Steve x Readers - Series

Originally posted by annieblogss

Originally posted by seb-stanners

A/N - So I hope this goes well and everyone enjoys it. It’s reverse Grease to a point. I will probably be completely inaccurate here, but here goes nothing.Had to include OC due to not being able to juggle to main reader POV. Avengers AU. I don’t own Grease nor the Avengers, js.

Steve x Reader
Bucky x OC (Rachel)


 - Imagine Grease but in reverse. It’s the 50s and two best friends are in The Widows gang, a group of not so friendly girls. They  fall for the not so dumb jock and the other a class clown. This could only go wrong. 50s College AU

(Chapt.1) (Chapt.2) (Chapt.3)


Warnings: Future smut, just cursing in this chapter.

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