almost nonexistent

yours completely (1/1) 

summary: alec knows he should probably be paying more attention to what’s going on around him but all he can focus on is the thumb repeatedly sweeping over the golden ring on his finger or the way magnus’ eyes crinkle every time he smiles at him.
pairing: magnus bane/alec lightwood
word count: 1.9k 
tags: weddings, immortal husbands, canon compliant, fluff, boys in love

a lil thing for @blushyalec ‘s birthday<3

can also be read on ao3 (honestly, the formatting is much nicer on ao3)


Above them the sky is slowly growing dark, the sun setting behind the horizon in the distance, the birds singing their song of another day gone by. All around them the conversation is going steadily and soft laughter spills into the air, the lively sound of silverware against porcelain almost nonexistent at this point. 

Alec knows he should probably be paying more attention to what’s going on around him but all he can focus on is the thumb repeatedly sweeping over the golden ring on his finger or the way Magnus’ eyes crinkle every time he smiles at him. It makes the buzzing feeling in his stomach intensify and he’s pretty sure he’s going to vibrate out of his own skin before the night is over.

It still feels so surreal, like a fragment of his imagination, as if sitting here with the love of his life by his side, floating on clouds of pure happiness because they just got married isn’t something that happens to people in real life.

He tears his gaze away from his husband for a moment, eyes wandering as he takes in their surroundings for what feels like the hundredth time that day.

The meadow they had settled for as the backdrop for the reception looks like something out of a fantasy world. There are lanterns hung from the trees surrounding the small piece of land, thousands of fairy lights draped between the beams of the wooden pergola above them shining like stars against the night sky.

Their families and friends are all present, the most important people in their lives gathered to celebrate them, their love, and the home he and Magnus have found in each other.

It’s perfect.

Speaking of which.

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anonymous asked:

What sort of questions should I be asking my beta readers?

QUESTIONS TO ASK YOUR BETA READERS:

When I send out my chapter to be read over by my beta readers, I always include a set of questions typed out at the bottom, grouped into different categories such as: plot, pacing, character, setting, etc. 

You might want to tailor the questions depending on the genre or which chapter it is. For example, if it’s the first chapter you’ll want to ask them about how well your story managed to hook them, or if they managed to easily get an idea of the world you’ve introduced them to. If it’s the climax you might want to ask if the action scenes are fluid, and if the plot twist/s were predictable or surprising. 

Here’s some example questions that you could use:

Opening Chapter:

  • What is your first impression of the main character? Do you find them likable? Annoying? Boring?
  • After reading it for the first time, what is your first impression? Was it cohesive and compelling? Boring and confusing?
  • Did the first sentence/paragraph/page efficiently grab your attention and hook you in?
  • If you were to read this chapter in a bookstore/library would you be convinced to buy it? Or would you need to read further before deciding? Why or why not?
  • Did you get oriented fairly quickly at the beginning as to whose story it is, what’s going on, and where and when it’s taking place? If not, what were you confused about at the beginning?
  • Does the first chapter establish the main character efficiently? Do they feel believable?

Characters:

  • Could you clearly imagine what the characters looked like? If not, who?
  • Who was your favourite character and why? Has your favourite character changed? (if this hasn’t changed feel free to skip this question) 
  • Are there any characters that you do not like? Why do you not like them? (Boring, annoying, problematic, etc.) 
  • Was there ever a moment when you found yourself annoyed or frustrated by a character? 
  • Could you relate to the main character? Did you empathise with their motivation or find yourself indifferent? 
  • Were the characters goals/motivations clear and understandable? 
  • Did you get confused about who’s who? Are there too many characters to keep track of? Are any of the names or characters too similar?
  • Do the characters feel three-dimensional or like cardboard cutouts? 
  • How familiar have you become with the main characters? Without cheating could you name the four main characters? Can you remember their appearance? Can you remember their goal or motivation? 

Dialogue:

  • Did the dialogue seem natural to you?
  • Was there ever a moment where you didn’t know who was talking?

Setting/world-building:

  • Were you able to visualize where and when the story is taking place?
  • Is the setting realistic and believable? 
  • How well do you remember the setting? Without cheating, can you name four important settings?

Genre:

  • Did anything about the story seem cliche or tired to you? How so? 
  • Did anything you read (character, setting, etc.) remind you of any others works? (Books, movies, etc.) 

Plot/pacing/scenes:

  • Do you feel there were any unnecessary scenes/moments that deserved to be deleted or cut back?
  • Do the scenes flow naturally and comprehensively at an appropriate pace? Did you ever feel like they were jumping around the place? 
  • Was there ever a moment where you attention started to lag, or the chapter begun to drag? Particular paragraph numbers would be very helpful. 
  • Did you ever come across a sentence that took you out of the moment, or you had to reread to understand fully? 
  • Was the writing style fluid and easy to read? Stilted? Purple prose-y? Awkward?
  • Did you notice any discrepancies or inconsistencies in facts, places, character details, plot, etc.?

Additional questions:

  • What three things did you like? What three things did you not like? 
  • Can you try predicting any upcoming plot twists or outcomes? 
  • Was there ever a moment when your suspension of disbelief was tested? 
  • Is there anything you’d personally change about the story? 
  • Was the twist expected or surprising? Do you feel that the foreshadowing was almost nonexistent, or heavy handed? 

Feel free to tailor these to your needs or ignore some of them if you don’t think they’re useful. Basically, your questions are about finding out the information about how others perceive your own writing and how you can improve your story.

Have a question you want answered? 

honestly? most people who identify as a non dysphoric trans person do feel minimal dysphoria, usually social or body dysphoria easily mistaken as a low self image that only is felt occasionally. oftentimes they dont even REALIZE its actually dysphoria, or if they do recognize it they think its so minimal it might as well not be a thing. dysphoria comes in many different “types”, be it top, bottom, hair, social, or what have you. dysphoria comes in many different intensities from almost nonexistant to strong but long periods of time between each experience, to strong and almost constant dysphoria. every trans person is different. you have no right to police their experiences, and you have no right to tell a trans person that theyre not trans.

BOI let’s talk about Neil “rabbit” Josten and Andrew “never lets his guard down” Minyard and how they inexplicably forget the rest of the world is a thing when they’re together???? Like 

  • everyone knows better than to interrupt their intense eye contact. They’ll stare at each other for minutes at a time and matt’s just standing there off to the side, waiting for their bizarre silent convo to wind down. Neil’s the first to look away. 
    • “Oh, how long have you been there, matt?“ 
    • "Just a few seconds don’t worry" 
  • even when they’re not staring at each other, they’re both completely useless if one is looking. Neil focuses his entire attention on Andrew when the sun hits him just right and Kevin sighs and closes the notebook of exy plays they’d been discussing. Andrew is not-watching Neil staring at him, Neil is probably mentally composing a sonnet about Andrew’s shoulders or arms or pinky finger, and Kevin starts talking about Quebec, potato salad, and cello music because anything he says Neil will never be able to remember 
  • they’re not much for PDA but also when the locker room is empty after a game, they might (always) make out against the lockers and sometimes they don’t remember that one freshman who was getting dressed in the showers and he squeaks in surprise when he walks in on them but they’re too wrapped up in each other to notice (or care) 
  • dan is sure she could blow an air horn next to their ears, but if they’re sharing a cigarette, they wouldn’t even flinch. Nearly every day after practice while they wait for Kevin to finish up, Neil and Andrew share a cigarette in the shade provided by the court’s walls. They stand not quite close enough to touch but the space between them is almost nonexistent, and take turns smoking while gazing meaningfully at each other. Or Andrew will smoke and Neil will steal his cigarette and he’ll steal it back and on and on until the thing is burned down to the filter. 
    • Nicky swears he caught them shotgunning smoke but his phone was "dead” at the time and without visual evidence he couldn’t cash in the prize money.
    •  He’s still bitter about it. 
  • one time they halted an entire game for a full minute because some asswipe had growled “Wesninski” at Neil and Neil got tripped up and twisted his ankle.
    • the combination of panic from hearing his old name and panic about not being able to play kept him on the court floor and Andrew was at his side in an instant. He ignored the rest of the players, the refs, and Coach in favor of kneeling on the ground and pressing his forehead to Neil’s. They whispered to each other for a full half a minute before the panic left Neil’s eyes and Andrew was content to sit back. 
    • Neil at least had the decency to look sheepish when he saw the dozen people crowded around them, staring at him with varying amounts of confusion and annoyance.
    • Andrew did not.
Mr. Min - Prologue

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Implied Smut?  All the other chapters will have actual smut.

Word Count: 1661

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, demeaning names

A/N: This is a response to this request.  Thanks anon!

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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“...wait, did the light change?”

Carl the Animator: “Hm?”

Ted the Animator: “The light on the cells. It feels different.”

Carl the Animator: “Oh, yeah. I moved it more over here so I can see my Lego collection better.”

Ted the Animator: “…you do realize that light has more nuances than ‘on or off’, right?”

Carl the Animator: “I might have read about that once.”

Ted the Animator: “See that weird shape, and the intense shadow?”

Carl the Animator: “Kinda?”

Ted the Animator: “Now, this is with it fixed.”

Carl the Animator: “…it looks the same.”

Ted the Animator: “Flip between the two.”

Carl the Animator: “Ohhhhhhh. It gets all dark!”

Ted the Animator: “And the shadow goes from ‘almost nonexistent’ to ‘totally immersion-breaking.’”

Carl the Animator: “Chill, it just makes him look more 3D. I’ll fix the lights.”

Ted the Animator: “No, wait, the cord’s gonna bump the facial ce–”

Carl the Animator: “…whoops.”

Ted the Animator: “Carl, Carl, Carl….”

Carl the Animator: “My bad.”

Ted the Animator: “I mean, I don’t want to go all Arnold Rimmer on you, but I definitely feel like imposing an extensive set of safety regulations right now.”

Carl the Animator: “Jittery monster faces outlawed, un-lit legos… what’s the world coming to.”

Keep Quiet

A/N: i don’t have the slightest clue as to where this came from but enjoy it i guess
Word count: 1.1k


“Need ya to keep quiet for me, darling. Can you do that?” Y/N nods vigorously, her hips eagerly bucking into the rough palms of his hand. It just had to be tonight of all nights that Shawn decided, his games were deserving of a little bit of play time.

Shawn’s undoubtedly the most annoying person to ever exist to Y/N tonight. When it comes to teasing, he’ll drag it out as long as he can, until she’s begging him to give her anything to extinguish the burn of desire. Shawn knows her body like every note on his guitar. Where to move, how to curve his fingers so they hit that spot in such a sickeningly delicious way, it makes her bones quake. He does it every single time, without fail.

Y/N lets him play her like his favorite song, whenever he wants no questions asked; Pushing her until she’s on the edge of her release, pulling it away in the blink of an eye, taunting Y/N practically. It makes her core cry out every time, pleading with want to be cared for and he does it just right.

“Use your words, baby. Your smart ass mouth had no problem functioning earlier.” His digits curved against her g-spot, pulling an undetected moan with it.

“I can be quiet, I-I promise.” Y/N’s eyes knit shut, beads of perspiration running down her temple already. She trembles out a response, virtually a whisper among the sounds of the air conditioning in the bathroom.

He presses the pad of his thumb against her bundle of nerves and her hand instinctively reaches out for his bicep, feeling her knees nearly give out beneath her. “Dazed, flushed, and needy. Such a beautiful look on you.” He hums, his teeth gently grazing her earlobe.

The ocean waves of blood washing over her tongue remind Y/N of how hard she’s biting into her bottom lip. She wants to scream, moan, anything that allows her to liberate the feelings boiling within, but she remembers her promise just moments ago and she remembers that if she breaks, he stops. As much as she wants to let it out, she refuses to make him stop now.

“Please stop teasing me, Shawn. Please.” Her pleas fall on deaf ears as a dark chuckle pierces through the darkness. “Now you know I can’t do that, honey. That’s not my style.”

“Well can’t you fucking make it your style?” She grunted, a slight irritation at the almost nonexistent movement of his fingers setting in.

“M’kay.” Is all he says. It’s never that easy to convince him to stop with his games. Never. It always took her to her vocal limits to convince him to even slightly speed up. Shawn seduces her until tears are streaming down her pretty little face, pools of disheveled sheets surround her, and her skin is slick with sweat and desperation, every fucking time. Y/N knows she’s thinking too much about this. She thinks so much his lips blanketing her clit blindside her, pulling a strangled scream from her throat.

Even in the dim light of the handicapped bathroom, Y/N can feel his piercing chocolate eyes staring daggers through her chest. She knows he is, no need for bright lights or opened eyes to tell her. Her right hand reaches out for something, anything to take out this excess tension on. Her trembling hands run down past her navel, basking in the soft curls she teases between her fingers. “Fuck you,” the growl falls into the void, triggering a chuckle from Shawn and a whole new sensation to her pussy.

She whines when he pulls away, allowing the cold air breezing through the pristine bathroom to hit her dead on. “Love to, not right now, though.” His pink puckered lips return to the most intimate parts of her, to pleasing her. His fingers don’t stop, drilling into her like nobody’s business. His tongue never ceases, licking and prodding the sensitive dips, curves, and crevices of Y/N’s heat. One of those screams she wanted to let out finally bubbles up, coming out as a high-pitched moan instead.

The slurping sounds his mouth creates against her pussy drives Y/N up the walls. Something about the way he devours her, pushes her towards a pleasurable insanity. His thrusts get more forceful, more powerful, his tongue more gentle. Teasing, she might even say. “Gonna cum for me, darling? Hmm?” She nods despite him not being able to see her the best at the moment.

The knot in her stomach has been forming for God knows how long now, inflating like a fucking balloon before the opening is freed and the moistened air exits once again, a never ending cycle. Shawn knew exactly what to do, kicking his trusty assistants into overdrive. Amongst the thrusting of his digits, he adds a third one and his hand quickly flies towards Y/N’s mouth, knowing she’ll moan at any second.

His prediction was right, not even close to a shot in the dark. A deep moan presses up against his hand like her unrelenting hips as his fingers pick up their pace, desperate to feel her walls clenching around him. He couldn’t tell if he wanted her orgasm more than her or not. Her chest heaves, eyes shut tight like bolted locks while her body shakes. Her muffled moans of Shawn’s name fill his hand like overflowing water, each one making his cock swell larger in his jeans. He was grateful he wore a relatively long shirt today.

Y/N’s orgasm continues to waver over her, each hit like a jolt of electricity to her core. She’d had amazing orgasms courtesy of Shawn, but none had ever hit her this hard. Hard enough to pull tears from her eyes, leave her throat sore and deep red  crescent marks in her palms. Her hair was soaked along the edges, similar to Shawn’s fingers now, her face glowing even in the dark. Shawn’s tongue doesn’t cease fire as he works mercilessly to clean Y/N up, nearly bringing her to another earth-shattering orgasm.

“Better now?” Shawn quips, pulling her underwear back up her legs. Y/N unties her sundress, letting the fabric fall back down and shield her legs once again.

“Yeah, but someone else isn’t.” She hums, gesturing to the ever growing bulge in his jeans.

“Shut up, it’s your fault.” He groans, pressing a kiss to her temple. Y/N’s hands run up the expanse of his chest as she pushes him against the wall. Her hands palm at his growing cock, eliciting a loud moan from the adonis beneath her palms.

“Let me make it better.”

the losers club’s master plan [r.t.]

Originally posted by grysamobojcow


Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: Richie realizes just how much of a badass you are one day and realizes that he’s liked you for a long time. He proceeds to ask the losers for help, not knowing that they’ve been waiting for this day to arrive.

(sorry. this was written while I was half asleep.)


Pretty.

That was the only word you could think of as you looked at the boy who stood in front of you, running his mouth at the speed of light. He was talking to you about god knows what but you couldn’t help but stare, nodding your head slightly to make it seem as though you were paying attention.

“(Y/N)!” Richie shouted, snapping his fingers in your face.

You jolted out of your stupor, blinking rapidly as you focused on Richie’s mouth. The words he was saying, that is. Not the way his lips looked chapped yet soft and how your mind couldn’t help but wonder…

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts once more.

“Were you listening to anything I said?” Richie asked loudly.

You shook your head sheepishly. “No. But knowing you, you were either talking about your wang, Eddie’s mom’s vagina, or the mullet wearing asshole known as Henry Bowers.”

Richie barked out a laugh before shaking his hair in your face. “Feel that! Feel that shit (Y/N)!”

You rolled your eyes as you ran your hands through his hair, missing the way Richie grinned at your actions. You couldn’t help but notice how soft it was, even though it was all tangled.

“Its wet because he dunked my head in the motherfucking toilet,” Richie spoke, a pleased smirk inching across his face.

“Richie!” you yelped, wiping your hand on his button-down.. “That’s gross!”

“I know rig-”

Richie’s response was cut off as someone plowed into him, throwing him to the ground. You groaned internally as you heard the familiar clicking of a lighter. 

Where there was Patrick, there was most likely Henry.

You were correct. Henry Bowers appeared right in front of you, picking up a strand of hair and twirling it around his finger. 

“Hey (Y/N),” Bowers greeted. “You know, I still don’t understand why you hang out with this loser when I’ve offered you my company various times.”

You sneered in disgust at his words, backing away from him slightly.

“Because, why would she want an almost nonexistent wang when she can just have mine?” Richie’s voice rang out, causing you to snort.

You noticed Henry step towards Richie and intervened, grabbing Richie’s hands and pulling him up to his feet. You proceeded to walk away when you hear Henry mutter something under his breath.

You felt Richie being pulled back and turned to see Henry grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey!” Richie cried. “Let go of me you dick-sucking fucker.”

Henry smirked as he pushed Richie up against a wall, holding him still as he pulled his fist back. As Henry moved to hit the curly-haired angel boy, you did the only thing you could think of: intervene.

Everyone went quiet at the dull thud that was heard as Henry’s fist met your face.

“What the fuck,” you heard Richie whisper. 

You felt yourself stumble back, not really thinking about your actions as you imitated Henry, rearing back your fist and letting it fly.

All hell broke loose as Henry crumpled to the ground. Patrick dropped his lighter in shock and you blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“What. The. FUCK!” Richie screeched once more, breaking you out of your stupor. In one swift motion, you scooped up Patrick’s lighter and entangled your hand with Richie’s, tugging him along as you sprinted towards the quarry. 

You both made there in record time, with you making sure that you weren’t being followed and Richie sputtering out curses as he tried to make sense of what had happened.

The rest of the Losers sat up straight as they heard Richie’s shouts. They were met with the sight of the two of you breathing heavily, hands intertwined, with Richie staring at you in awe.

The Losers all shared knowing glances as you came to a stop in front of them.

“So guys, anything new?” Beverly asked first, glancing down at your joined hands. 

Richie followed her gaze before looking up at you, a bright blush blooming on his face. You shrugged nonchalantly and let go of his hand, tossing the lighter at Beverly before making your way to the edge of the quarry, ridding yourself of your dress as you did so. “I don’t know, Bev. You tell me.”

The Losers all recognized Patrick’s lighter and stared at you in shock as you dived into the water. Getting no response, they all turned to Richie, who began to ramble about what you had done. 

He enthusiastically told them all about the way you had taken a punch from Bowers before proceeding to deliver an equally devastating one yourself.

“She just reared back her first and BAM! It hit Bowers right in the fucking jaw!” Richie exclaimed. “He went down and she just took Patrick’s lighter like some kind of trophy. Speaking of which, hey Bev, can I have it?”

The rest of the Losers shared knowing smiles as Bev tossed the lighter towards Richie. “Sure Rich. You can have it.”

Richie caught it with a grin before he stuffed it into his pocket and began to strip. ”C’mon guys! What the fuck are we standing around here like a group of dumbasses for?”


The next day found the Losers in the exact same position as the day before. 

Beverly, Ben, Bill, Mike, and Stan had been lounging around the quarry, waiting for you, Eddie, and Richie.

They were soon joined by Eddie & Richie, the curly-haired boy talking non-stop as Eddie groaned loudly.

“For once in your life, shut the fuck up Richie!” Eddie exclaimed, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s g-g-going on guys?” Bill asked, slightly bewildered at Eddie’s actions. 

“He won’t shut up about (Y/N),” Eddie said, glaring slightly at Richie. “He’s obsessed with her!”

Richie flushed as he shook his head, vehemently denying Eddie’s claim. “No I’m not!”

“Richie, do you like (Y/N)?” Ben asked softly, already knowing the answer.

Richie looked down at his shoes. “She’s fucking cool, y’know?”

Hearing no noise, Richie looked up to see each of the Losers handing Ben and Mike fifty cents. 

“Hey!“ Richie shouted. “You fuckers were placing bets on me and my fucking feelings?”

The Losers looked at him, guilty smiles on their faces.

“In our defense,” Beverly started. “We’ve known that you like her for a long time. We were placing bets on how long it’d take for you to figure it out.”

Richie’s anger soon melted away, however, when Patrick’s lighter fell out of his pocket.

“Guys!” he cried. “I still can’t believe she fucking decked Bowers! I mean, is there anything she can’t fucking do?”

“B-b-beep beep R-r-richie,” Bill stuttered when he saw you approach.

Richie twirled around, his cheeks immediately flushing as he noticed you leaving your bike next to his. “Hey (Y/N/N)!”

You flushed slightly, glancing up at Richie’s big brown eyes. “Hey Rich.”

The Losers all rolled their eyes at the interaction, Mike even snorting as he noticed Richie swoon at your nickname for him. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Richie cracking jokes and you laughing at every single one while the Losers hatched a plan to try and get you two together.


You groaned as you trudged up the hill, Beverly walking alongside you. The rest of the boys had sprinted up earlier, Richie leading them as he taunted them about their speed.

You smiled as you finally arrived at the top, seeing the boys laying out blankets on the grass.

“I’m so tired, I need to sit down,” you complained loudly, slowing down as you approached the group.

“I got somewhere special you can sit right here doll,” Richie chimed, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he patted his lap.

The Losers all stared in shock, jaws dropping as they heard his words. 

“That’s not how you get the girl dumbass.” Eddie hissed in Richie’s ear, causing Richie to smirk even wider.

“Fucking watch me,” he whispered back.

The rest of the day was spent with Richie making suggestive comments and you blushing, as the Losers all exhibited varying degrees of disbelief, Eddie facepalming everytime Richie said or did something inappropriate.

When you were making your way back to the quarry, Richie slowed down a bit before whistling slightly. “Hey (Y/N)! Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Because you got a pretty sweet ass.”

Eddie immediately turned around, mouth open in horror as he punched him, not noticing the way you looked down and blushed before walking off once more.

Once all of you had reached the quarry and jumped into the water, Richie had made yet another comment. “Hey (Y/N/N). Wanna go on a ate with me? I’ll give you the ‘D’ later.”

This time, Eddie had squeaked and pushed him under the water. You, on the other hand, had thrown your head back and basically cackled, causing Beverly’s eyebrow to arch.


You were walking home when you felt someone behind you. You turned to see Bill and Beverly standing behind you, matching smirks on their faces.

“You like Richie!” Beverly exclaimed, walking faster and throwing her arm around your shoulders. You opened your mouth to deny her statement, but you were cut off by Bill.

“D-d-don’t try to deny i-i-it. We s-s-saw you blushing,” a smug smile made its way across his face. 

Your face flushed at his statement, before you began muttering weak protests.

“You know he likes you too right?” Beverly asked you. You quickly shook your head.

“No he doesn’t. Why would he?”

Bill frowned slightly. “W-w-why wouldn’t he? You’re r-r-really pretty.”

You shook your head, causing Bev and Bill to exchange upset glances. 

They were gonna make sure you and Richie ended up together.


You woke up the next morning and headed to the quarry (big surprise). When you got there, Eddie and Richie were already waiting for you.

You walked over to them just in time for Eddie to tumble to the ground.

“Eddie! Are you alright?” you exclaimed.

“I’m alright but do you have a Band-Aid?” he asked. “I think I scraped my knee falling for you.”

You blushed and chuckled slightly, missing the angry look on Richie’s face.

This continued on for a while until the rest of the Losers arrived. By that point, however, Richie was fuming and proceeded to push Eddie into the water. Unfortunately, you were standing too close and got pulled in, shrieking as you and Eddie fell into the water.

You helped Eddie out and you both proceeded to rejoin the rest of the Losers. To your surprise, you were met with a smiling Mike holding a towel out for you. 

He led you over to a rock, wrapping you up in the towel and then joining you, keeping you in the sun to make sure you dried off properly.

Richie pouted as he watched, his bottom lip sticking out more than the Losers thought was possible. He couldn’t help but feel the jealousy bubble as he observed you and Mike.

You threw your head back as you laughed at a cheesy joke Mike had told you, causing Richie’s heart to flutter. His attention, however, was caught by Mike when the young boy proceeded to turn towards him and smirk, a quick wink being directed towards Richie.

Richie clenched his fists as he realized what the Losers were doing. He spun around, facing them.

“You fuckers,” he hissed. “I know exactly what the fuck you’re doing. You know I fucking like her!”

Beverly stared at him, smiling innocently. “Seeing as how you weren’t doing much, Mike decided to try his luck with her. If he fails, then we’ll see how well I do. I mean, look at her Richie. She’s gorgeous. Somebody will come along and scoop her up if none of us do.”

Richie knew. He saw Beverly’s damn smirk. He knew that they were just testing him, trying to see how far they could go before he snapped. Unfortunately, he had never been good at controlling his emotion and as he felt his feet move in your direction, he mentally cursed the Losers in his head.

You were still laughing when Richie approached, a nervous smile on his face.

“Richie, what-” you were interrupted by Richie grabbing your hand and pulling you up. He had underestimated his strength, however, and you were sent sprawling into his chest, his arms coming to wrap themselves around your waist.

In a quick smooth (not really) motion, Richie leant down, tentatively capturing your lips with his. You responded eagerly, your hand shyly coming up and entangling itself in his hair.

You broke apart when you heard some slapping and looked towards the Losers to see Mike high fiving everyone. 

“Well, it looks like my job here is done,” he smirked.

“Hey, what the fuck guys?” Richie cried.

“W-w-we all knew y-y-you were too m-m-much of a p-p-pussy to say anything Rich. S-s-so we decided to s-s-s-speed up the process,” Bill chimed.

You locked eyes with Richie and smiled. “Glad to know you like me too trashmouth.”

Richie grinned stupidly. “Well thank fuck for their dumbass plan.”

Richie took your hand and pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you once more as you both tried to ignore the coos of excitement coming from the rest of the Losers.


Tags: @delicrieux

Half-Blood Princess (Part 2): Guardian Angel

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God. 

Length: 2953+ words

TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean. 

A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!

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Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly. 

“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.

Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”

Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.

“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.

“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”

“Yea.”

“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.

“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.

“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”

The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”

“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”

“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”

“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated. 

“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”

The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say. 

“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.

There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”

“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.

“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”

“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”

“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”

“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.

“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”

Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”

“I will do my best to piece her back together.”

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What Ardyn did wrong... and why everything was wrong with Noctis’ fate

Ardyn is the most interesting character in FFXV, indeed. Mysterious man of no consequences. Despite his horrible actions, a lot of people being sympathetic to him, because Trash Jesus is very charismatic person with aura of tragic, misunderstood hero, who was punished by terrible Gods for nothing.

But people simply ignore a big elephant in the room.

Ardyn didn’t cure Starscourge. 

He didn’t fullfill God’s task, he absorbed Starscourge within himself, but didn’t destroy the plague properly. 

But why? Why didn’t he sacrifice himself like Noctis? Why did once selfless and kind man choose the path of Accursed?

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Sour lies/Dark whispers

A trail of darkness is all that follows her around, through every corner, every step forward, every pause, every victory and loss, thicker than the wall of isolation surrounding her, darker than the life she’s been cursed with. It’s a ghost—or a collection of many, of those she stained her hands with their blood, of those she betrayed, and of those she left behind. It’s a soul that feeds off of death, that creates death and spreads it through her lungs and veins, consuming her body with every second that passes, and it’s the only reason she doesn’t look back. For all the waste and damage that have been done, it will render all of it pointless; her existence, her sad existence which cost the death of many, even for the sake of a single life that was never hers, and it’s a vague mixture of selfishness and selflessness all at once.

Cold is what she claims to be, but instead is what she feels, frozen in an endless loop of guilt and regrets, of mistakes and flaws she wishes to fix, but still she doesn’t look back—can’t look back.
It’s a vast world with many choices, none that were ever in her reach, for her path has been destined since the day she opened her eyes to that vast world, clear and straight, even if it weren’t empty of some small bumps on the road. Bumps like friendships she didn’t know she’d make, bumps like the truth behind all the lies she’d been told, bumps like a love that never blossomed, for its spring never came.

What remains are memories, of the loved ones who hated her, of the hated ones who loved her, of the clash of the two, the rise of one and fall of the other, but she doesn’t look back, even when failure is the only fate that awaits her, she won’t look back.

So even if her heart is weak and fragile, and even if she kills, hurts, and betrays, even if she doesn’t look back, her humanity is the sole thing that remains, with all her perfections, and all her imperfections outweighing them.
All the sins committed that tears won’t wash away, only a dying wish for a divine force to pull her out, almost nonexistent; or perhaps, at the heart of it, that force is human, one that is greater than her, one that she can never become, but one she can look up to and admire. And because of that, she knows… beauty exists even in an ugly world, even if rare to come by.

Sorry, she says to herself for she has no power to say it out loud.
I’m really sorry, and the words taste sour, a flavor that doesn’t go away no matter how many times she washes her mouth.

Please, forgive me.


Credits to @kenken-chan for the beautifull monologue.

A-Z NSFW: Wonwoo

Originally posted by i-wonwoo

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A = Aftercare 

Wonwoo’s not the most gentle of lovers, so aftercare is incredibly important to make sure you’re not hurt afterwards. He makes you stay still while he runs to get a warm rag to wipe you both down, and massage your muscles to ensure you’re not sore the next day, tender kisses and sweet nothings are exchanged. He’s careful to make sure you’re okay and comfortable after sex.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

Without going the sappy route, Wonwoo loves your hips. He’s quite dominant in bed, and what better than to hold on to your hips, and be in complete control of how you grind against his thigh, or pin you to the bed while he pounds you into the mattress? Going along that lines, without just being like m y d i c c, he’d go with his hands. They’re pretty large, seeing how easy his hands are at keeping your hands pinned above your head, or clutching your hips and controlling the speed he allows you to ride him in, that alone feeds into his dominant side.

C = Cum 

Wonwoo isn’t one to care about the mess, if he’s cumming, any thought concerning that is out the window. He’s not insanely messy, just careless with it, he’s somehow turned it into a game to try and cum on your chest but that doesn’t exactly work well when he’s already shooting…kinda gets everywhere. Sheets definitely need stripped after sex with Wonwoo, he’s not a good shot.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 

Sensory deprivation is something he deeply wants to play with, he already is pretty fond of blindfolds, but using that to it’s full potential isn’t something hes toyed with yet. Wonwoo really wants to play it out completely, have you wear ear plugs and blindfolded, completely unaware of what he’s going to do to you. Completely at the mercy of him and your body’s response to his fingers, toys, and feather teasers. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Wonwoo might as well have read a ‘how to fuck’ book with how much he knows about sex, he’s very knowledgeable about it. I feel like he’s done something at some point, but not enough to have a concrete feel on what to do. But, he does know what he’s up to. He’ll need a few times to be accustom to your body, but once he’s got the system cracked, he’s completely prepared to wreck you. 


F = Favorite position
It’s 2:20 am as I write this and I’m just sitting here laughing at sex position names….the wraparound…lmao….anyways, with Wonwoo, it might take a bit of stretching(but it’s okay, he got you with that good af aftercare boo) but he favors you laying back and letting him prop your legs up on his shoulders, and just pound away. Your legs on him, gives him somewhat more control over you, he can easily turn you into another position, and with your legs out of the way, he can just really get it up in there.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Although Wonwoo does fall in to this sort of dominant character in the bedroom, it’s not overbearing and suffocating. Sometimes seeing a dick is just funny as fuck, and it’s never weird for either of you to just burst out laughing. I mean, if you can’t laugh with someone who’s two seconds away from putting a dick in you, they’re not the right person, life lessons right there. It’s more serious with Wonwoo, but not to a point that’s it’s not fun or lighthearted. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
I don’t see Wonwoo being concerned with being completely bare, I think he’s one of those guys that wants a bit of hair to just ‘feel like a man’ or whatever, but he does keep it clean. Trim it up a bit, manscape a little. I don’t think he keeps up with it all the time tho, I mean honestly..who shaves every day? Be honest. So at times it is a bit more out of control as compared to other days. 


I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sex is very intense with Wonwoo, but he somehow manages to work in love rather than lust. He’s very much into body worship, and making it known that although you might be tied down and at his mercy, you’re his equal and he loves you and this isn’t just sex. It’s not really romantic? But he makes his feelings obvious. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

Wonwoo typically has his hormones under control, but it’s kind of hard to deal with a boner when there isn’t time to just…wait around for it to go down or take a shower or something, so he’s quick and sneaky about getting it done. Locked away, he takes care of business, but he’s that annoying bf that always calls or texts you like ‘im hard…help’. Phone sex is pretty frequent, if you can’t be there to physically deal with it with him, he’s got to have you help vocally. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Wonwoo’s dominant, but not in the bdsm sense, there’s no master or sir to it, he just takes control most of the time. He’s very big on laying you out, and worshiping your body from head to toe. Teasing and overstimulation is a huge kink of Wonwoo’s, making you cum over multiple times is a must with him, or he’s not leaving the bed until you do.


L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

[See Risk] Wonwoo doesn’t stray from the bedroom, he’s very private with you. Even PDA is almost nonexistent with Wonwoo, so taking sex outside the bed isn’t likely with him. He does utilize the bedroom though, using the bed, desk, bending you over against a wall, he keeps it interesting but it doesn’t leave the safety of his room.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Wonwoo isn’t easy to turn on. Just a sly kiss or brushing your hand over his crotch isn’t enough to make him pop a boner, he’s very controlled. Sex and getting turned on is a very slow build. He teases, foreplay is extensive, etc. It’s a build. Same with turning him on; heavy making out and some intense dry humping is his biggest turn on and the quickest way to get him aroused. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public/Exibitionism isn’t flying with Wonwoo, at all. Nearly anything goes in the bedroom, but take him out his private element, and you can’t turn him on, it’s like he’s got an off switch. While he’s dominant-ish, he’s not into titles, roleplaying with sir, master, etc aren’t his type, he doesn’t get into the title and power play sex kind of thing. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
A master of foreplay and teasing, oral is very positive in his book. Having your hands clutching his, and wiggling in pleasure while he’s busy between your thighs. Wonwoo’s got it down to a T, if someone was to get an award for their tongue, it’d be him. He doesn’t stop until you’ve cum on his tongue. He loves oral, it’s really more just body worship in his mind. Having you unravel on his tongue, you making him quiver from your mouth, oral is a must need during sex with him, it’s a part of the ‘process’.


P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Wonwoo’s pace is pretty fast and hard, he’s not very rough? His thrusts aren’t going to hurt, but they’re very precise and determined to make you cum around his cock. He’s powerful, but he’s not going to cause you pain or anything.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Quickies aren’t a favorable form of sex with Wonwoo, he’s a slow build, without a shit ton of foreplay, he doesn’t cum fast. So quickies, as well as just not liking them, don’t exactly work? Quickies have happened a few times, but on those he’s been turned on all day and just ready to bust, but on the normal day, he just doesn’t want them.


R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He’s pretty adventurous and experimental in private; Wonwoo’s very open to different kinks or toys or positions. Almost anything can be given a one time go to see if it’s actually pleasurable or fun. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Wonwoo has a strange stamina, it really depends on what kind of and how long the foreplay and teasing is. If you get right in to sex, he last above average, he can string the sex out anywhere from twenty to thirty minutes, but if foreplay and teasing is extensive, he gets so worked up that he doesn’t last long with the actual sex, pulling barely five to ten minutes. One round is usually it, on the off day, he can pull together a second round but normally, one nut and he’s tapping out. 


T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Over time, Wonwoo has accumulated quite the collection. He leans more towards scarves and cloth ties than handcuffs, and various vibrating and stimulating toys, he’s keen on toys just to tease the living hell out of you. 


U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Wonwoo is relentless, safe words were made because of Wonwoo. He can and will tease you until you’re in tears. He’s quite content with just sitting back, toying with you until you feel like you could scream, and just listen to you whine and squirm under his gaze. Doesn’t help his kink is overstimulation, does it?


V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
In bed, Wonwoo doesn’t say much, he’s of a sound maker. He grunts and moans from the pleasure and effort of his thrusts, at this point, sex is like a work out, he pulls his weight in the bedroom. As he’s closer to cumming, he gets very out of breath, and his sounds downgrade into heavy breathing and panting, before he gets loud as he moans when he finally climaxes. Wonwoo’s not a word guy in the bed, he doesn’t talk, but he’s certainly heard.


W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Wonwoo’s learned not to get cocky with sex, you’d think after a few times playing with handcuffs, you’d be over the bit of nerves and be fine and dandy, no? Never let your guard down, his dumb ass lost the key for a good twenty minutes until he realized it was in his pants pocket. After that, it was part of kinkier sex that the key was attacked to a string and hung near by in plain sight. No one needs that fright again. 


X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s a t h i c c bitch, Wonwoo’s more on the girth side of things. He’s not gonna….split you in half or anything, but he’s on the shorter side of the spectrum, about 4.5″. Gets the job done, but yeah. Not gonna kill your hole or anything. You will survive, I promise.


Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Wonwoo’s more on the ‘horny toad’ side of the spectrum, his sex drive tips over the line of normal, higher than typical. He’s really ready to pop some dick at any moment, give him the signal and boner is up and running. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Although he doesn’t tire out easily, after sex that qualifies as an intense work out, Wonwoo does tap out pretty quick and need some shut eye. As soon as he cums, it’s a race for time to get cleaned up before his eyes close for good.

The Storm

Summary: Bucky finds you during a power outage in the Tower.

Warnings: smut, angst (almost nonexistent)

A/N: I wanted to do something more poetic like so I wrote this and my clock is currently reading 4:34 am and for all I know this may just come off as pure gibberish. I hope it’s at least a little bit entertaining to read…


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Critter Query

Hey guys. a Critter here. I’ve been poking around on the various social media sites, looking at comments and things about Ep 88. And I’ve found some things that are, well …. they’re not us.

Something happened to our fandom last night. Something I am worried about. We lost our #NicestFandom sticker. And I mean this is beyond mean Twitch chat blather (we all know Twitch chat is ridiculous and to stay away if you want to retain your sanity and love of the game). Here, I’ll give an example.

this is a screenshot taken from the reddit page:
https://www.reddit.com/r/criticalrole/comments/5x7jyy/spoilers_e88_it_is_thursday_episode_88_live/

Yes, that’s actually Matt, and he’s doing something he shouldn’t have to: he’s having to pull his DM tone on the Critters to defend Marisha. And I don’t mean explaining a rule bend or excusing an ability botch. People, people in the Critter Community, are flat out saying Marisha was basically drunk and she should stop drinking. Personally, I’ve never seen Matt bite back like this, and that scares me. He shouldn’t have felt like he had to at all. I know Marisha/Keyleth gets a lot of negative backlash, even hate, but it should have never gotten to this kind of level.

Beside the fact that Matt said from the get-go that it was a long week and that he and Marisha were both tired already, it wasn’t just them. And I don’t think it was just the episode either (as a doozy as it was). Everyone looked so exhausted. People were grumpy. Enthusiasm for even good things was almost nonexistent. 

I guess I’m laying all this out to say … I for one think maybe our beloved players and our amazing DM should maybe take some time off from Critical Role. I feel like they might have reached a point where they need a break, without it meaning that they’re going to be at a con or doing something. Just a break, a breather. It’s been go go go for months know, all stress and plots and do-or-die, all-or-nothing, everything-on-the-line action and battles.
Our DM is tired.
Our players are tired.
Our fandom is tired.
I think we might need a week off for a nap or something.

I’m wondering what the fandom at large would think of this. I’m also wondering, if there was a positive/agreeing feedback, if we could let them know and maybe they could get a real breather (cause I don’t think that ep was what any of us thought was going to happen)



How about it, Critters? Would we be willing to give our players a rest without fussing, if they decided they wanted/needed it?

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Hey guys! So I’ve been wanting to write this fic for a super long time, but it deals with pretty tricky subject matter so I’ve been a little nervous, but you guys responded so well to my last angsty fic I thought I’d give it a go! This one is superrrr long and I’m sorry about that, but once I got going I just couldn’t stop!
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She stared down at the bright pink, sugary drink sitting in front of her. The intense smell of strawberry, sugar syrup invading her nose. Nudging the picture perfect milkshake out of her line of Vision, she couldn’t stop thinking about what her mother had said,

“You’re looking very puffy Elizabeth, I can’t believe all the weight you’ve put on. It’s all those sugary drinks you’ve been consuming, Polly would never let herself get this way.”

“You okay B?” The feminine voice of her gorgeous raven haired friend broke her out of her thoughts. She would give anything to look like Veronica. Her body was lean and her slender face held none of the baby fat Betty was sure held permanent residence on her own face.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Just thinking.”

Veronica and Kevin fell back into conversation about Audrey hepburn.

“You haven’t touched your milkshake, is it too cold?” The moody, beanie wearing boy beside her questioned, pulling the straw into his own mouth.

She smiled, admiring the way his muscular arms stretched across the booth, he could eat whatever he wanted and never gain a pound, she had just recently discovered how built his body was underneath all those layers on clothing. It was a well kept secret. Well if you weren’t Betty cooper who couldn’t manage to keep her hands off of him.

“No , no it’s fine.” She dipped her finger into the whipped cream shooting him a smile and popping it into her mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, smiling hesitantly.

The conversation continued for the next hour until Veronica’s mother came to pick her up, Kevin hitching a ride.
“Walk me home?” she whispered

“You got it Juliet.” He winked

She giggled as they hit the street, they walked in comfortable silence before Jughead broke the quiet

“You okay bets? You’ve been quiet all day.”

She smiled at his concern,

“I’m fine juggie, just a lot on my Mind.”

“Well my favorite blonde, I suggest you stop thinking so much, all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” He smirked as they reached her house

“Thanks jug, I’ll keep that in mind.” She rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Your castle awaits” he said gesturing towards her front door.

“Thank you my prince.” She curtseyed, “I’ll see you tommorow.”

As soon as she reached for the doorknob he called her name “Betty?” She turned around raising a brow

“If you ever need to talk, I’m always here.” He said smiling softly

“Thanks juggie.” Before the door closed and he headed in the direction of his house

Something wasn’t right about Betty, she was hardly eating anything, he watched her skip over lunch, pushing food around her plate. And dinner at pops was almost nonexistent. She looked tired and he noticed the way some of her clothes hung off her shoulders. It made his stomach clench and his chest hurt. This was Betty he was talking about, if she was hurting she would tell him

Right?

***

Turning to face herself in the mirror, betty lifted her sweater over stomach, running a hand over the almost flat area. She punched the skin there and frowned. Her mom was right , she was getting big, sure her pants were loose on her but she couldn’t see any difference, her thighs still jiggled a little bit as she ran the track and her cheeks were just as chubby as ever.

A knock on the window scared her, causing her to rip her sweater back down over her body. Turning she spotted Jughead scaling the ladder he had placed by her bedroom window. She smiled and went to help him lift the window.

“Juggie!”

“What’s up?” He climbed through the window smiling confused at her.

“Just getting ready for school, what are you doing here so early?”

“Thought I could walk you to school, we can grab breakfast on the way.” He raised a brow, waiting for her answer.

“Oh juggie, I was gonna run the track a few times before first period, raincheck?”

He sat on her bed

“Bets you’ve rainchecked me all week, you’ve run that track so much I’m surprised you still have feet to run with.”

She smiled nervously
“Come on, don’t be silly, exercise is good for you.” She grabbed her bag, moving to climb out the window.

He watched her for a second, his eyes moving to the mirror he caught her staring at herself in just minutes before. What was happening to her?

She talked the whole way to school, leaving him no time to ask her anything.

“Okay juggie, I’ll see you after school, I hate tuesdays we don’t have any blocks together.” She pouted.

He smiled softly

“It’s not my favorite day of the week either, you sure you don’t wanna grab something to eat in the caf? I can bring you something?” He asked a little desperately.

She shook her head placing a hand to his cheek,
“I’m okay juggie, I’ll see you later okay.” He nodded silently, it felt like he was always watching her walk away these days.

The day went by so incredibly slow for Jughead, all he could think about was Betty and that fact that her collar bones were becoming more and more prominent. It didn’t make any sense to him, he loved food, he would never pass up food especially not willingly.

Kevin seemed to catch on that something was on his new friends mind,

“Penny for your thoughts” he said in jugheads ear, causing the dark haired boy to jump.

“Jesus, Keller you can be really creepy you know that?”

Kevin smiled “you flatter me, anyway what’s on your exceptionally intelligent mind?”

Jughead allowed himself to stroke his ego at the compliment, before instantly frowning again.

“It’s Betty, I don’t think she’s eating, I mean it’s so obvious she’s losing weight, she can’t afford to lose anymore weight she’ll waste away. And all she wants to do is run on that damn track, like I know she loves to work out but it’s getting crazy, she’s gonna run herself sick, and I tried talking to her but..”

Kevin cut him off with a shake of his head
“It’s just like last year.”

Jugheads head snapped up

“Last year, this already happened?”

Kevin sighed sitting down
“Last year, Betty tried out for the cheerleading squad and was turned away, Cheryl told her she was too fat and Betty pretty much lost it. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t talk to anyone and she pretty much locked herself away in her room. It took the health teacher to finally get her help. It was scary, I thought I was gonna lose my best friend.” Kevin choked up a bit, shaking his head to rid himself of his tears.

Jugheads jaw clenched, no. He wasn’t gonna let that happen, Betty was beautiful and whoever was telling her differently was gonna have to speak to him.
“Thanks Kev, I gotta find Betty. I’ll see you later.”
He threw his books into his bag, Betty had said she’d meet him by the lockers but she wasn’t there. He waited about ten minutes before he shook his head. He knew where she was.

Taking off he practically ran to the track field. Sure enough there was Betty, sneakers pounding the pavement her chest heaving, her slim legs pumping and she came to a halt, bending over and placing her head in her hands.

Alright, that was it.

“Betty!” He called.

She whipped around , her eyes going wide when she caught his “what time is it?! Am I late?! I set my alarm, it was supposed to go off I was gonna meet you by the lockers!” She breathed heavy

“But you didn’t, you’re here. Running. Again.” He said trying to remain cool.

She raised a brow, confused by his tone

“If you’re Angry I’m late, I’m sorry I lost track of time I..”

He cut her off

“You aren’t eating.” He said bluntly.

Her eyes widened
“Jug..”

“You’re not eating, you’re skipping meals, you won’t talk to me, all you do is work out and You look so tired Betty.” He said softly.

Her eyes welled up and she looked away avoiding his eyes

“I’m fine juggie. I’ve just been busy.”

His hand went to her chin pulling her face up and towards his

“And now you’re lying to me.”

Almost in an instant, she broke down, her knees giving out as his arms went to hold her upright, wrapping around her waist.

“Jughead ..” she choked

“It’s okay bets, it’s okay”

He let her cry for a few minutes before gently pulling away.

“Talk to me ” he said with pleading eyes.

She took a deep shaky breathe,
“I’m gross, I’m huge, I.. I run and run and I’ll never look like Veronica, I skip meals and I’m still bigger than Polly. Everyone can see it. I don’t know what else to do.” She sounded so broken it made his heart physically hurt.

“No. you’re wrong, you’re beautiful. There is nothing wrong with your body. You don’t have to look like Veronica or Polly or even Cheryl, you’re gorgeous the way you are.”

She looked into his eyes, lip quivering

“But my mom…”
He cut her off

“Is unhappy with herself so she takes that out on you, she wishes she looked half as good as you do. All the girls in this school wish they looked like you Betty. You’re making yourself sick, I can see how tired you are and your clothes are hanging off of you. You need to eat, you need to sleep. Let me buy you dinner okay? Then I’ll take you home and you can sleep.”

Her eyes softened, only a few remaining tears leaking out

“…you really think I’m beautiful? I’m not too big?”

He clutched her hand in his bringing her even tighter against his chest .

“The most beautiful girl in this damn school , and you’re not even close to being big, you’re too small, but even if you were I wouldn’t change a single thing, you’re my favorite person Betty and I don’t appreciate you trying to take her away from me.” He smiled down at her.

She giggled lightly, reaching up to press her hand to his cheek.
“Thankyou juggie.”

He smiled clearing his throat

“Also” he choked

She looked at him confused and waiting

“What?”

He just stared at her. Was now the right time? he didn’t want to take advantage of her, but damn did he want to kiss her.

“What” she spoke again, this time smiling her eyes darting down to his lips

Screw it.

His mouth was on hers before she even had time to process what was going on. He was stroking her face gently and he couldn’t help but moan. Damn she was a good kisser. That familiar taste of peaches and cream he always smelt on her didn’t disappoint, she was gorgeous and soft and he never wanted to let go.

Pulling away he sighed out of relief, how long had he been waiting to do that? Too long.

She was smiling at him eyes closed when suddenly the sound of a gurgling stomach caused her to look up, blushing.

“Well I think that means it’s time to head out” he held open his palm ready to thread their fingers together. She obliged happily, snuggling into his side.

It was gonna take time but he was gonna help Betty Cooper slay all of her dragons.

One by one.

I cannot be the only one who is actually extremely happy that the new Tangled series includes this wonderful girl?

Originally posted by lanternstars

Friendship between two female characters is very rare in all media outside few selected genres like Magical Girl animes and cute shows for little girls. And for Disney, they have been almost nonexistent. Their heroines are always surrounded by men. Even animal sidekicks are exclusively male. If other women appear, they are mostly villains or maternal figures. Out of Disney princesses and heroines, only Pocahontas and Tiana have actual female friends while Anna and Elsa have a sister they bond with. Tangled is no exception, since Rapunzel’s all allies are men (even every single pub thug is male).

And then they introduced Cassandra. She is a foil to Rapunzel; where Rapunzel is feminine, cute and enthusiastic, Cassanra is rough, tough and sarcastic. In any other show a girl like Cassanra would look down on a girl like Rapunzel. Here, they balance each other out perfectly. Cassandra is protective of Rapunzel but also wants to encourage her independence. Rapunzel in turn is the one person Cassandra appears genuinely soft and caring to. Their trust in each other is perfect.

I know some fans have not been satisfied with the way Cassandra comes between Rapunzel and Eugene. But I personally think it’s an interesting conflict. How many shows have we seen where the conflict between three characters like this would be a simple love triangle where the girls catfight over the guy? Instead, the conflict here is fresh and interesting. Cassanra and Eugene have conflicting personalities and Rapunzel has to balance between them. Her affection and safety is the thing they both want.

Eugene is the love of her life, but remember that Cassandra is the very first human friend Rapunzel has ever had. Romance may be amazing and important but friendship is also a treasure. It’s great to see how much Rapunzel and Cassandra value each other. Rapunzel does not simply push Cassandra aside for her boyfriend but instead tries to reach a compromise. I’m sure we will have so much fun watching how these personalities and chemistries in the trio develope over the course of the series! No story is good without conflict. So sit back and appreciate this amazing friendship between female characters.

anonymous asked:

Top 10 books recs, please?

oh, sure! sorry if this is long and boring, but i had to explain why i recommend these books and make a tiny description of what i think about them, in case you’re interested to read one and have no idea what you have to expect for it.

  • crime and punishment, fyodor dostoyevsky; along goethe’s faust, i think this is my favourite book. even though there are almost 600 pages of heavy dostoyevskian description, complex monologues and even more complex events, i literally devoured it in two days and absolutely love it. if you want a complex read but also a fascinating story with beautiful characters, you must read it. 
  • agony and ecstasy, irving stone; this book changed my life. this novel, which is about michelangelo’s life, emanates such art, with its richness of information and smooth, beautifully-written prose. you’ll immediately wish to know more about art and you’ll become conscious of what a divine thing it is.
  • the blind assassin, margaret atwood; i don’t like contemporary books, but this novel is definitely an exception. her writing style is marvellous, raw, and even though the story seems kind of banal, this book is an experience. an easy, but complex and surprising read. totally recommend. 
  • les fleurs du mal, charles baudelaire; baudelaire is my favourite poet for who i carry in my heart an eternal and intense love. you absolutely need to read his poems! they’re so gloomy, palpable, cold. and i love him. 
  • against nature, joris-karl huysmans; this is the most pretentious book i’ve ever read, but also one of my favourite. however, it’s a book hard to love. the number of the characters is insignificant and the action is almost nonexistent. the book consists mostly on descriptions and monologues. but they’re more than beautifully-written and, oh, i can’t put it into words. life-changing. it’s a small and strange read, but its complexity is fascinating. and huysmans is such an underrated author, he’s incredible.
  • hamlet, william shakespeare
  • king lear, william shakespeare; in case you wondered what are my favourite books by him. they have, especially hamlet, a deeply important place in my heart. 
  • the portrait of dorian gray, oscar wilde; i find this book an essential read only because it utterly changed my view in literature. it was my first classic. you just can’t not love this novel.
  • the aleph and other stories, jorge luis borges; he’s m a g i c a l. his writing style is extremely poetic and wondrous and his ideas are sublime.
  • faust, johann wolfgang von goethe; my absolute favourite book. my heart beats for it. every moment i live, i live with this play in my mind. my love for this piece of paradise is hard to put into words. everything about this was beathtaking and goethe is such a genius. someday, you need to read this book.
  • orlando, virginia woolf; her works are delicate, vernal, fragile. they give me an inscrutable and unique feeling. and this book is my favourite.
Help an ND trans woman and her transmasc fiancé move out!

I really hate having to do this but my fiancé visceralhorns and I are moving this week and we could use some help. I am recently recovering from an intense bout of anxiety that left me borderline agoraphobic so I couldn’t work this winter or most of the spring. As a result our savings are almost nonexistent at this point and we both have to wait until fall before we can get more hours at work.

Also my computer, which Is important for a couple of my sources of income, is currently broken to add to that.

As two neurodivergent trans folx, finding safe housing is very tough and if we miss out on this opportunity we may not have another for a while.

We’re currently short on rent, money for furniture, for kitchen supplies, medications, food, pet supplies, and some miscellaneous stuff. On top of that my fiancé’s parents may be taking their car away so we will have to use lyft/uber to get to work since we’re not near a bus route.

I’m selling some clothes on my Grailed (Grailed.com/pelvispresleyrova) all profit will be going towards the move. And once my computers fixed I can do music commissions. But until then we’re stuck in a really tough place.

My PayPal is orcanair@gmail.com and my squarecash is $dorkshadow. Anything helps, this is a really tough time in our lives so any help at all would mean so much.

-Alison dork_shadow