and I think about being a mom one day


Gotta tell you, one of my favorite parts of being married is being able to shut down idiots who say this to me with two words and a sardonic smile. Granted, I did that before, but “I’m married” carries more weight than “Not interested.” Which, I think, says something about the kind of guys who use this pickup line.

One day, maybe- when we have the money for the wedding it’ll happen. 

At work I have more problems with meddling moms and aunts. I took my ring off ONCE because my hands were swelling and this woman literally grabbed my hand to see if I had a ring because ‘you’re so nice and my nephew- he’s a sweet boy but he needs to meet a nice girl like you.’ One woman literally tried to set me up with one of the framers (the one who makes Nazi jokes) while looking at my ring and asking if it was a marriage band. 


Quit it. 

Why I Love Connor Murphy (and why his character isn’t an innocent one)

Hello y’all, I’ve seen Too Much discourse in the DEH fandom recently on the part of people liking Connor and not liking Alana and Zoe enough, so here’s some of my thoughts on the matter (in no perfectly organized order) as well as some headcanons that I have which are supported by evidence in the show.

Connor Murphy was clearly a deeply fucked up kid. Signs of different mental illnesses should have been abundantly clear to his parents from the get-go, but they obviously weren’t (outward violent aggression towards teachers, isolation of himself from other peers, etc.) Connor was clearly crying for help in the only way that he could, through violence, and it’s clear that his dad was resistant to putting him into therapy. Then, (I’m assuming in middle school/early high school) he got into hard drugs (which ones we’re never explicitly told) and attempted suicide. Finally, after that, he goes to rehab, but the ride isn’t over yet. 

Zoe mentions him banging on her door threatening to kill her for ‘no reason.’ so we can assume some things.

1. Connor was either high or mid-manic episode.
2. He did not have full control of his actions.

This, of course, could never excuse abusive behavior, but it does explain it and gives room for us to assume that this was before rehab. After rehab, he comes back to school, and I’m going to assume that though he had gotten better, he wasn’t quite good enough. He started self medicating with pot and other less harmful/addictive drugs (”I don’t want you going to school high, Connor.” the way this line is delivered makes me assume that Mrs. Murphy knows Connor smokes pot and cares but only in the context of school.) to try and calm his depression/bipolar/psychotic NOS (I believe he was schizophrenic.)

Connor Murphy was not excusable in his actions, but I love him because he was a tragic character who reminds me of myself. And besides, none of the characters in this show are perfect.

Now, getting to Connor’s mental state during the week that he killed himself:

Very up and down, we see him being nice to Evan (signing his cast, laughing with him, etc.) in one scene, but in the next he sees Zoe’s name and instantly becomes extremely paranoid/panicked because he thinks that Evan is out to get him. He’s constantly worried about being labeled a “freak” (due to constant bullying from almost everyone.) And he keeps the note for two days in his pocket (not at school) and kills himself with it still there. 

Connor Murphy was mentally ill and his mom was the only one who gave very much of a shit about it (Zoe did too, I think, but she didn’t know how to deal with it.) and that’s all, Connor Murphy deserves our love not because he was a good or nice character, but because he had the potential to be. 

I mean, imagine if he had been properly rehabilitated and continued therapy? 

lost-teens  asked:

Hi Cassie! I really love your books and I can't wait for LOS to come out. I was wondering if we are ever gonna know/see more about Tessa and Jem's married life. Are we going to see them interact more with Emma? Are they able to have babies? If so, will they be warlocks or shadowhunters? Or both? Or maybe Tessa doesn't want children because she can't bear watching her children dying again?

If Jem and Tessa had babies they would be, just like Will and Tessa’s babies, Shadowhunters (with maybe something a little extra in the power department.)

I know Jem and Tess are very loved and we do see them in glimpses in TDA but the story isn’t about them (and I’m very wary of them swooping in and fixing everything, especially when Magnus is around off and on, that’s a lot of warlock firepower!) 

I don’t think Tessa would hesitate to have children again if the time was right. She’s enjoying just being with Jem – it’s only been five years since the Dark War – but she loved being a mom. Imagine if we chose never to love anyone because we feared they might one day die? Tessa isn’t bitter, or angry, about the mortals she has known who have died after long and happy lives. She is grateful she knew them and looks forward to seeing them again one day.

friends to lovers!au ❁ svt jun



Request: can i request friends to lovers with jun? thank you

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this as a scenario or an au so I did an au instead! If this isn’t what you wanted, I can rewrite it for you as a scenario (jun loses his chill somewhere in this au omg) (:

Originally posted by zeropathy

  • your mother introduced you to jun while his mother introduced him to you at the age of ten
  • both of you weren’t comfortable with each other at first, it was kind of really awkward
  • neither of you spoke to each other, but jun played the piano for you a lot so he could practice and you wouldn’t be bored being alone
  • the first time you guys had a real conversation was when you both were twelve
  • INCREDIBLE i know, how could u not yet have an actual conversation with someone you’ve known for two years
  • well
  • u both managed to do just that
  • ALSO you know what being 12 years old means
  • a judo club, really. you had no idea what the hell was going on and you just saw a tall man’s naked cHEST oh my god what the fukc can he please put his uniform on PROPERLU
  • junhui’s mother signed him up for wushu
  • which kind of sucks cause like
  • less time hanging out with ur best buddy
  • but it’s okay in the end because now you can use judo for self defense and jun can probably kick someone’s ass
  • going to school together was also really fun
  • you two both rode bikes to school and back
  • the kids in your class thought you two were dating but ?? no ?? have u ever heard of cooties??, gross
  • plus you two are only twelve the kids can chill
  • fast forward to when u two are fourteen years old (rebellious stage as some ppl call it)
  • jun joined the same clubs you did at school even though sometimes those clubs sometimes clashed with his piano and wushu lessons
  • “jun are you sure you want to join informational technology with me?”
  • “UHM yes. i want to learn about computers too, leave me be.”
  • “i’m taking care of the library for volunteer hours. don’t you have piano lessons today?”
  • “there’s a recital tonight. i’d rather hang out with you than play jazz music for gross adults.”
  • jun’s mother came into the library right after that
  • she got pissed when she heard what he said LOL HE’S SCREWED
  • once jun hit puberty he got HELla sassy
  • even u couldnt handle it
  • when you were practicing your judo with jun he got obnoxious and kept talkin g bULLSHIT
  • so u performed an uchi mata on him
  • he was on the floor for seven minutes
  • “keep ur mouth shut little boy”
  • “…u hit me in the balls … . ..”
  • you threw an icepack at him after a few minutes
  • “talk shit. get hit.”
  • his voice changed, wasn’t rlly a surprise to both of u since it wasn’t noticeable at first but it became gradually lower as the weeks flew by
  • he got tall
  • ur both sixteen now and fukc what thef uck jun can u please shrink a little
  • (depending on reader size, difference isn’t much OR IS VERY MUCH)
  • jun quit piano. he was a bit too advanced for his teachers and he got bored; they didn’t give him difficult enough shit to play
  • he still practiced wushu, but didn’t go to those lessons anymore either
  • he did get a job though, good for hi m
  • he took work days on tuesday, wednesday, and saturday so you two still had plenty of time to hang out!!
  • jun was always around you whether you were taking care of the library, putting together a desktop computer in I.T. or practicing your judo
  • you both were stuck together like glue
  • your parents thought you two looked good together
  • . .. u two weren’t sure of ur feelings??
  • like he even tries hard to look good for you even if it’s just you two casually hanging out
  • he styles his hair, picks out the best outfit that you would like and puts on a subtle amount of cologne
  • dude he’s liked you ever since you two became teenagers
  • but since you two are nearly adults, he’s trying to make it really obvious that he’s attracted to you
  • because he knows how you are when a boy likes you
  • you don’t have any idea
  • you just think they’re being nice and you end up being friends with them instead of becoming someone’s girlfriend
  • he liked that about u though
  • cause ur cute and practically innocent to crushes and dating
  • so one day, jun decided to give you a bouquet of flowers
  • “aw, thank you! my mom would love these!”
  • “yA these flowers are for you not you R MOTHER”
  • he grabbed the flowers from you and grumpily stomped inside your house to put them in a vase before going back to where  you stood
  • “i like you, okay? have you really not noticed a thing all these years?”
  • “ ,, . no? ?”
  • jun: internally screaming
  • keeps his cool
  • nevermind
  • “CALM DOWN i like u too gosh ur so annoyin g honestly”
  • “!!?!??as a friend right u like me as a fRIENd you obLIVious sHTI”
  • you didn’t answer him right away and you gave him half an hour to calm down
  • so thats something
  • your mothers are dramatic
  • they both threw a party once they discovered u two were together
  • (so tht is also something)
  • now you two are inseperable
  • your friends seem to always find jun stuck to your side or your back
  • he loves giving you backhugs you’re so comfy
  • when you’re working on something in your bedroom like a project for an extracurricular class, he’s either pressed against your side or you’re on his lap
  • he loves burying his face in the crook of your neck
  • he rlly likes sleeping next to you too because you make him feel warm
  • his kisses are either short and sweet or ,,, dirty
  • jun finds it cute that whenever he goes in for a kiss, you always shyly lean away from him
  • it’s not intentionaL but it happens
  • his arms are almost always around your waist
  • u can’t push him away u just can’t
  • the honeymoon phase weighs heavy on him
  • but as you two get older he gets less affectionate but is still as loving
  • he wouldn’t be as into PDA anymore, he really likes to touch you and kiss you when you’re in private
  • you both are a really dorky couple
  • juN loves you so much
  • he pats your head more often than not
  • doesn’t mind carrying u
  • he thinks ur tiny even though you probably aren’t
  • takes u out on dates that are fun, but relaxing
  • mostly just takes you out to a casual restaurant or a library cafe
  • he loves u and will take care of u pls treat him with love and kindness

Originally posted by animequeenn13

I’m just imagining 10th grade Connor being, as most 10th grade boys are, the worst little shit imaginable. Like this insufferable little 10th grade twerp with shaggy hair, an oversized hoodie, and a bad attitude. And I hate this kid.
But when I start to think of him more complexly.
Because his mom makes such a big deal about his “first day of senior year”, and assuming he hadn’t previously been held back, we can assume that Connor is at least smart enough to pass his courses and be on the track to graduation.
And yes, one could argue that maybe Connor is just naturally very smart. But I’d like to propose a Connor who actually cared about school, despite what people around him and his concerning attendance record said. A Connor who was struggling with both his mental illness(es?) and school work, but held out a bit of hope for what graduation might bring. So he works with what he can and gets decent grades.
10th grade Connor with his undiagnosed mental illness(es?), actually doing homework in detention he got from skipping class because of his mental illness(es).
Also, 10th grade Connor scaring away certain boys in his grade from talking to his sister because he knows them, but 9th grade Zoe is pissed bc all she sees is her brother just ruining her chances of getting a date to homecoming.
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What’s Bred in the Bone: Part III

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part III of ??? - Part I - Part II - Part IV

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Roundup: The first half a week of George/Suzanne

The AU in which Bitty’s jock parent is Georgia Martin. So far, I’m the only one who’s published fic or headcanons of these two I think??

1997: George and Suzanne meet again

1992, 1994, 1997: Suzanne bakes her way into George’s heart.

2002 Olympics: George and Suzanne talk strategy for being gay as they plan to move to the South.

How Bitty’s life would have changed in an openly gay family in Georgia

Suzanne Bittle is a cool gay mom.

2013: Bitty tells his moms about his first couple days at Samwell.

2013: Bitty and Jack meet each other’s families at Parents’ Weekend and have a clash of worldviews

2013: Bitty explains to Shitty how growing up surrounded by pro hockey players has affected his perspective on the sport

some newlywed rubiam sound p good don't u think

•"holy shit we’re married"
“holy shit you’re right"

•liam and ruby were always the ones to roll their eyes at the posts online like “so glad to spend the rest of my life with my best friend” like how corny can u get but what did they do as soon as they were engaged? post the same damn things smh

•"i want a divorce so i can marry you again"

•one night ruby wakes up to find liam staring at her and she’s like ??? and he whispers back “i woke up and remembered you’re my wife and got too excited and now i can’t sleep” what a NERD

•at their wedding he trips on something and goes down hard and immediately looks at ruby and goes “even after we’re married i’m still falling for you darlin ;)’” she threatens divorce

•ruby is such a covers hoarder it’s ridiculous so when they get married she’s like “now you’re stuck with me so i can steal the covers all i want” so liam starts playing the game of how many blankets can i add in the night before she gets too hot and stops stealing them. her record is 12.

•once you have pneumonia you’re more susceptible to getting it again so liam who catches pneumonia again on the 3rd day of their honeymoon and ruby who goes out of her mind with worry because she’ll be damned if she’s a widow at 23

•alternately ruby and liam enjoying their honeymoon so much they stay an extra few days because who’s gonna stop em?? you want me to come into work sorry i’m across the country can’t do it. they led a revolution let them have this.

•the do not disturb card stays on their door the whole time they’re on their honeymoon

•vida gets mad at them because “really??? you’re going on a tropical vacation just to have sex in your hotel room the whole time? what the hell you can have sex here. at least go have sex on the beach or something”

•chubs tells them “if you come home pregnant i’m going to make fun of you for being a stereotype the rest of your life” and ruby’s just like “that’s fair”

•eventually it’s ruby who makes them go back home because she misses their dog

•they’re OBNOXIOUS about the whole “this is my WIFE ruby because we’re married and i love her and she’s my WIFE” thing

•once he calls her Mrs Stewart he’s like…ugh no that makes me think of my mom so it has to be ruby stewart when they’re tryna be cute

•like don’t get me wrong he still loves mrs stewart it’s lit just not when they’re being romantic it’s hard to go down on someone right after thinking about your mom it’s kind of a mood killer

•"ooh babe you had a crush on me that’s so embarrassing"
“we’re married”

•okay so i headcanon that after the camps are liberated liam works for a company that finds homes for kids whose parents didn’t want them back/were killed/ can’t be found/ etc and when he brings up kids with ruby she’s like “you work with kids all day aren’t u tired of children wtf”

•one time liam has to go to some government meeting that was supposed to end at a certain time and he’s asked to stay later and his response is “no, our agreement was 6 o'clock, my wife has dinner ready and i hate it here. Goodbye.”

•their texts are a compilation of funny dog videos and 3 word questions only they can decipher

•one time on ruby’s day off she hears liam leave in the morning, raises an eyebrow, looks at the clock on the wall and counts the seconds before the door opens again and he runs back in because he forgot to kiss her goodbye

I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about Diana Gabaldon’s comment to that poor girl who came to her for advice. Usually, I roll my eyes at Diana and I move on. But I can’t do that today.

Maybe it’s because I’m thinking about going back to school. And it’s the scariest thing on Earth for me to think about. Maybe it’s because I remember being 18 years old and asking those questions of people I admired and my dreams being squashed until all that was left was a small, scared teenage girl who didn’t know what she wanted out of life.

I am a creative person who thrives on dreams and chaos. I hate structure, unless it is structure that helps to regulate the constant whirlwind in my brain. I can’t make decisions without the input of 700 people and I second guess every step I make.  I want to believe I’m a talented writer, people have told me I am, but I can never be sure. I am my own worst critic. Be that the depression or my temperament, I’m not sure.

When I was seventeen and looking forward to starting college, I had two requirements. I wanted to be a creative writing major and I wanted to attend a small liberal arts college. I started my college visits, was offered scholarships to several, and was really looking forward to being in a creative environment. I was stuck between two colleges, North Central in Naperville, Illinois, and Reed College in Portland, Oregon. I had gotten a $7k a year scholarship at Reed and a $14k a year scholarship at North Central (for their speech program)…they barely made dents in the tuition, but I knew what I wanted.

Then one day, while I was struggling with my decision between the two, I asked my mom for advice. Immediately, she told me she had been thinking about it and she didn’t want me to go into debt for school. She told me to apply to our local state university for two years and then I could transfer to a liberal arts college. We fought for days over it, but I eventually gave in.

I never made it to the liberal arts college.

When the time came to start school, I brought all of my paperwork home and my mom, step-dad, aunts, uncles…everyone…immediately started telling me how much of a mistake it would be to be a creative writing major. “You won’t make any money!” “You don’t want to go into debt for a useless degree!” My mom (and later, three teachers) suggested political science. “You can go to law school!” “You can work in politics! You’ll be much happier with that degree.”

I wasn’t.

I lasted a year and a half in college, following everyone else’s dreams for me. I took sixteen credit hours, worked two jobs, and started on a downward spiral that ended with me crying in a professor’s office, telling him I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t continue on. I was drunk, my hips were bleeding from having cut myself, and I hadn’t eaten in two days. By then, I had changed my degree to English ( “You can be a teacher!”) and there wasn’t a second of college I liked. I was miserable in a state school of thousands of students, being taught by professors who didn’t know me, and studying something I didn’t want to.

I dropped out the next day. It was meant to be a short term solution to a big problem. I got treatment for depression and anorexia, and the plan was for me to go back. But the experience was so scarring that every time I’ve tried to go back, I suffer giant panic attacks.

Every day, I wish I hadn’t listened to my mom. I wish I had listened to my gut. Even if it had led to me being in debt, even if it had led to me asking someone if they want fries with that…I wish I had followed my passion and my dreams. I work a job I hate right now, I’m in debt, I work an 8-5 job with benefits…and I’m deeply unhappy.

Sometimes, most of the time, following the money isn’t the answer. Following your heart often is. And for Diana to try to tear that away from a young woman who is in a difficult period of her life, it shows how little this woman has learned. Writers, in my experience, are often extremely empathetic and caring. They are romantic souls who see people in varying shades of gray, instead of black and white. To yearn for money is not to see the world for its beauty, love, tragedy, and ugliness. 

My advice to the young woman who contacted Diana? Follow your dreams. Follow your heart. Learn to love yourself and the world and college. You may struggle when you’re out, you may take jobs that you would NEVER dream of taking, but none of that will make you a failure.

You’re a failure when you’ve given up. Not when you keep on fighting for what you love. Not when you take a job that others look down upon to follow your passions.


Day One

Gotta do this for two weeks right? Let’s get this show on the road.

(I better edit this before I turn it in.)

I’m naming my ‘baby’ Tabitha. She’s two ounces in weight. I might be crocheting her a hat. Her shell is a pale white, and I hope I can raise her well enough so she grows up well-adjusted and with a solid start in life… or at least well enough so I get an A on this project.

She’s sleeping beside me, close to the lamp but like not RIGHT beneath it, I’m making sure she won’t be too warm. Her matchbox bed’s super cute too, I doodled little pink flowers on it with my highlighter. It might just be a fucking egg but I gotta take care of it, right?

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Hair Ties 2.0

Kayano: Nagisa, why do you always have those hair ties in your wrist but never use it?
Nagisa: *looked at his ties*
Nagisa: *smiles*
Nagisa: It’s a special gift from someone important.
Kayano: ….


Karma: Nagisa, you still keeping those hair ties? I could give you new ones.
Nagisa: N-No! These were your first gift to me!




Nagisa and Karma hang out for some time during their first years and Karma got curious why’s Nagisa’s hair is long so being someone straight forward, he asked Nagisa why, and being Karma’s friend, Nagisa told him about his mom.

The next day, Karma, worried by his friend’s situation, gave Nagisa a pair of hair ties as a gift, so Nagisa would be less bothered by his hair. Nagisa wore it ever since, however due to a circumstance, (I can’t think of anything yet) the hair tie almost broke, he never wore it again but he always had it on his wrist. He didn’t want to break nor lost his friend’s gift to him. Something like that.

Please please. Someone make a formal fanfiction story out of this.

Tag me or atleast let me know if you did. Pretty please?? Or has this been done? Where can I read it? I want to read something like this too bad. Thanks! Thanks!

Moving On (M)

There are two things that Taehyung will always be sure of: 

he loves you and he misses you.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: idk but it’s sad af

Word Count: 1,250

Content/Warnings: Mentions of death and suicide

The wind whips past Taehyung in icy gusts as he makes his way onto the bridge. He can feel the cold seep through his parka and into his bones. Even with his hood up, his hair still manages to fly in his face.

It’s a weekday in the middle of winter, so there aren’t many people around. All the residents are at work, all the tourists are at home. He notices a police officer walking up and down the pedestrian path, making sure everything is alright. It’s the same officer he sees every year. He’s come to recognize the officer. But he doubts the officer recognizes him. He probably sees hundreds of people every week.

Taehyung finds the familiar spot on the bridge that he has come to every year for the past 4 years. He knows that this spot is partially obscured by one of the support beams and is therefore a little less windy than other parts of the bridge. Sometimes he wonders why you chose this spot. It’s like you knew he would be coming here and you wanted to protect from the cold. Maybe it was just because you couldn’t make it any further. 

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Creepypasta #1032: Jenny Martin

Length: Long

When I was younger, about eight, I think, Jenny Martin from down the road would come babysit me. 

For the most part, Jenny was a really great babysitter. It was during the summer, when my parents had to work, so she and I would spend the whole day together. From memory, she was really tall, but that could be because everyone is tall when you’re eight. She had brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. I think she was fifteen or sixteen. Jenny always loved doing the things I loved doing. She would play Barbies with me, and finger paint and give me a cookie at lunch. Sometimes we’d walk to the park and have a picnic lunch. She was really great.

I think my parents would come home at 4:30, because she always left, just before dinner. And my mom and dad would ask how my day was, and I would hop around and tell them all the fun I’ve had. Those summer days were great. But then, school started. My parents wanted the occasional date night, sometimes worked longer hours, etc. So Jenny would come over after school, and stay really late.

The first few nights were fine. We had things like chicken nuggets or Mac ’n’ Cheese, or hot dogs for dinner. One night, that I remember really clearly though, we had chicken breast. My mom had left a recipe and all the spices on the counter, but I remember Jenny didn’t touch a single one. And when dinner was served, sitting beside some raw veggies, was an equally raw piece of chicken. I remember being really confused and pointed out to Jenny that I didn’t think it was cooked right. And she said,

“Raw is a delicacy. Eat up.” I didn’t know what delicacy meant, but it sounded fancy, and I trusted her, so I ate the meat. Jenny did too; she tore into it like it a starving dog, and blood dripped off her fingers, and fat smeared her mouth. She licked her lips and sucked her fingers before cleaning up.

Since I was eight years old, I naturally had a bedtime, which my mom tells me was 7:30. So at 7:25, Jenny would help me brush my teeth and get into my PJs and read me a bedtime story, before tucking me in.

I always fell asleep rather quickly; I think most little kids do. And since I didn’t have a clock in my room, I have no idea how long it was before I woke up to strange sounds coming from the downstairs. If I had been any older I would have investigated. But my eight-year-old self would hunker under the blankets and squeeze her eyes shut, trying desperately to ignore the faint gurgling and scratching coming from the living room.

The next morning, I’d tell my parents there were funny sounds from downstairs and they told me Jenny heard them too. Apparently, the water heater needed a new pipe or something. I don’t remember exactly the story Jenny told them, but I bought it.

I’m pretty sure I was an accident. Now that I’m older, I’ve heard stories of how neither of my parents wanted kids, and a drunk Uncle Finn told me that I was conceived in the bushes of a Van Halen concert. My parents were pretty good parents - are pretty good parents, but even as a kid, I could tell they didn’t like having me tag along. So the nights with Jenny slowly became more frequent as they trusted her more and more.

About a month after the water heater story, I decided to see if it really was the water heater. Like usual, I brushed my teeth, changed, read a story and went to bed. And like usual, I woke up who-knows-how-much later to weird noises. I grabbed the flashlight I had previously stashed under my pillow (I would need it for the basement) and slowly crept from my bed. I creaked open my bedroom door, and made my way towards the sounds. I remember being confused, because the gurgling seemed to be coming from the living room – where Jenny was, and not the basement which was in a different direction. I reasoned the sounds must be coming from a vent or something.

I turned off the flashlight because I didn’t want Jenny to catch me snooping around, and besides, the TV light was plenty to see by. The noises were really loud in the living room. I slowly peeked my head around the corner of the door way. Jenny sat on the couch, with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees and her hair falling over her downward-tilted face. She wasn’t even facing the TV. She was facing me.

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anonymous asked:

One you write one with the dialogue "You're cute" "Damn. I was going for intimidating and vaguely threatening." Thank you so much for your effort in writing everyone's request!

HIIII! Sorry this took me so long to reply to, I was away! I hope you enjoy it!

“Hey Juggie” Betty greeted him cheerfully as she slid into his booth. Jughead didn’t even glance up from his computer, keys tapping away. “Earth to Jughead” Betty said a bit louder. He fingers paused for a moment and he glanced up at her.

“Oh, hi Betty” He offered her a small smirk before turning back to his computer.

“What are you working on?” She asked, knowing that he probably just wanted to be left in peace, but she couldn’t help teasing him.

“My novel, I’ve got to get down all of this information while it’s still fresh in my mind.” Jughead paused again briefly to make a waving motion at her. “So if you don’t mind…”

“Okay, I get it.” Betty smiled a smile he didn’t see and walked over to where Pop was at the counter. “Hiya Pop”

“Hi Betty, what kind of milkshake are we feeling today?”

“I think I’ll go with an old fashion vanilla, and can I also get another burger for Jughead?”

“Sure thing, I’ll bring them right over.” Pop smiled at her predictability. Betty returned the smile and bounced back to Jughead. The boy gave her a look as she sat back down. Betty put her hands up in surrender.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disturb you.” Jughead made an unconvinced noise, but he didn’t kick her out. Betty watched him as he typed. A piece of hair fell across his forehead, but he didn’t make a move to brush it away. Jughead’s brow was furrowed and he was biting his lip in concentration.

“I  can feel you staring at me” Jughead’s green eyes flicked up to meet hers. His expression was a cross between annoyance and amusement.

“Sorry” Betty glanced down sheepishly, she hadn’t realized how intently she had been watching him.

“It’s okay” Jughead said with a chuckle. Betty looked back up and found him studying her. He looked at her for a few more seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. Then he went back to typing as if nothing had happened. Betty shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her face hot, trying not to read into the intensity of the look they had just shared.

Luckily, Betty was saved from her thoughts by the arrival of the milkshake and burger. Jughead glanced up at her when Pop slid a burger next to him.

“Thank Betts” He offered her a bright smile and took a huge bite. “I was just thinking that I was ready for another burger.”
“Thank me when your mouth’s not full of food” Betty said with a roll of her eyes. Jughead shrugged, unconcerned, and went back to his novel. Betty dug into her milkshake, but after a few moments she couldn’t help interrupting Jughead again. “Does it bother you that you are writing this story without knowing the ending?”

“No” with a small sigh Jughead shifted his attention back to her, “the story is a narrative, so none of the characters know the ending. Even if I knew how the story ended, I wouldn’t write it any differently. Plus, I sort of feel like I will know what my readers feel when they are reading the story, because that’s how I felt while writing it. So I can connect to them that way.” Jughead was so animated by talking about his story, that his annoyance at her interruption faded.

“But, how did you know that it was going to be an interesting story? I mean you started this when Jason drowned, before you knew it was a murder.”

“Well, even as a drowning, it still shook the town. And it was still one of the most interesting and tragic things to happen in Riverdale.”

“That’s true” Betty mused. Jughead nodded in satisfaction and went back to typing. Betty sipped her milkshake and thought about what it would be like if Jughead’s novel was published. Would people flock to Riverdale to visit the sites of the horrific events, or would people avoid their town like the plague. Would Jughead suddenly become popular or would he be a town pariah for telling it as it is. Would people come from miles around to get their copies signed by him, or maybe…



“If you publish this, would you use your real name?”

“I dunno, I hadn’t really thought about it. I’m not sure if I’ll publish it or just keep it for myself and pass the story down to my kids. But if I do put it out there, I don’t think I’d use my real name. I don’t want that kind of attention.”

“That’s what I thought” Betty smiled and he returned it warily, obviously worried about more disruptions. Betty ignored it, she was thinking about what he said about kids. She hadn’t really thought about Jughead as being a dad, but she was glad that he intended to be. She thought he’d make a good one. Betty imagined her kids one day reading his story. What would they think about the way that he portrayed their mom. Betty wondered what kinds of things Jughead was saying about her in that mysterious computer document.

“Jughead, what have you-”

“Cooper, for god’s sake.” Jughead practically yelled. He got up and took Betty’s arm and pulled her to the door of Pop’s. “Go, out. I’m never going to get anything done with all of your questions.” Jughead pointed out the door and fixed her with a glare. A look of shock passed across his features when Betty giggled.

“You’re cute" Betty kissed him on the cheek, surprising him yet again. He dropped the arm that was pointing out the door. His glare faded to something along the lines of amusement.

“Damn. I was going for intimidating and vaguely threatening.” Jughead wagged his eyebrows at her. Betty laughed again,

“You’re tough guy routine might work with the rest of town, but you don’t have me fooled”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I know all about the gooey guy on the inside of that hard shell” Betty teased. Jughead huffed, knowing that she was right. He threw his hands up and turned back to the booth.

“Fine” He tossed the word over his shoulder. Betty smiled and returned to her place opposite him. Jughead shut his computer and pushed it to the side. “So what do you want to talk about?”

Interview - Yokoyama Yu’s A-Studio Appearance, Part 2

Okay, finally. Sorry this took a while. This is kind of long too, but I promise it’s worth it. This part focuses on his brother’s trauma and wedding - the first time this has been shared to the public by Yokoyama-kun. Yoko makes this grimace whenever he’s trying to talk without crying and it happens a lot in this interview. You can find part 1 by going to my tag Yokoyama A-Studio Interview. In case you want it, here is the source video.

Tsurubei: So we’ve talked to your younger brother.

Yokoyama: What? Wow.

*A picture of his brother being interviewed (no face shown) is put on the screen. Yoko again looks close to tears*

T: Your brother who’s already married.

Y: Man, I can’t even…

T: [Referring to his brother] This guy is hilarious.

Y: *wipes tears from his eyes* Yeah – Oh gosh I’m in for it. You know, I’m starting to cry more easily these days.

T: Nothing wrong with crying! Cry with your heart! *The latter part is a joke and the audience laughs.* [Again about Yokoyama’s brother] Seriously though, this guy is so funny.

Y: Yes, my little brother. What an rough ride we had with this guy, though he is now married, which is a relief to me. When my mom passed, this guy was shaken up the most. He was the most depressed.

T: He’s six years younger, right? And your third brother is 8 years younger.

Y: That’s right.

T: So with your brother you went to this guy’s house, yeah? And his girlfriend was there. And you were all, “What are you going to do about marriage?” And the girlfriend who was living with him suddenly brought out Zexy [a bridal magazine].

*audience laughs*

Y: That’s correct. And I had always been nudging my little brother to get married. But the girlfriend would say, “It’s fine; I don’t want to,” so my brother would always respond to me saying that he’s fine, he’s not going to do it. But I felt that the girlfriend actually did want to get married. And so when I met his girlfriend for the first time, I asked, “Are you really okay not getting married?”

And she said, “Yes, it’s fine – if we are happy together then that’s enough for me.” So I was like, oh I see, that’s how you feel. But then when I wondered aloud, to no one in particular, “I wonder how much weddings costs?” she ran and pulled out a Zexy.

*audience laughs*

I was like, you really want to do it! And as I watched I saw that with a pink pen she had underlined a lot of it too!”

*audience and Tsurubei-san laugh*

So I was just like, wow, she really wants to do it. And so in front of her, I lectured my brother, like, “Look how much she wants to get married! Do it, like a man!” And I gave quite a scolding to my brother. So he said that he would think about it, then some days later told me, “I’m going to do it. Please, come see it.” I was really happy.

T: And at the time he was being hospitalized, right?

Y: My brother? What? Are you talking about the time my mom passed away?

T: No, the one before the marriage ceremony.

Y: Ah, that one.

T: Wait, which one is there?

Y: Okay, so there’s more than one, and um…*fights back tears again* You know how in what I just told you, my brother was very firm and stable? At that time, my brother, who never showed any tears – bam! he collapsed.

T: When your mother passed away.

Y: Yes, one week after she died. And he gave me a call, saying, “Brother, the doctor here is saying something absurd.” So I said, “What is he saying? What happened, you passed out?” And he said, “All the people around me are saying that Mom died.” And he was saying that kind of thing. So it turned out he had lost his memory.

T: It was that big of a shock.

Y: It was that big of a shock. And about a year later, I think, we went on a trip together, because I felt we had to make a lot of fun memories. So after the accumulation of several trips, his memory returned to him.

T: So for that whole time, he couldn’t remember at all!

Y: About two years, he had lost his memory. So he could only remember the times when Mom was alive. It was a trauma-related incident. So that happened. And then the marriage was decided. And then he was hospitalized again, and I was like whoa, overwhelmed.

T: It’s just one thing after the other for you.

Y: Yes. That sure made me panic.

T: So before his wedding, they went out to eat BBQ together, then on the train ride back home, they had to go get his brother’s appendix removed. So he was hospitalized.

Y: Yes.

T: And so your brother had to escape from the hospital to attend his wedding ceremony, right?

Y: Yes, he did his best to make it to his wedding on the day of the ceremony.

T: And then he returned to the hospital. But at the wedding you played the trumpet, right?

Y: Yes, as a surprised for my brother – ahaha!

*a picture of Yoko playing the trumpet at his brother’s wedding is shown and Yoko laughs*

T: As a surprise, saying, “Let’s become a family!” So he’s playing the trumpet, but since he’s crying, the trumpet goes piiii!

*The audience laughs.*

Y: Oh man, you know, right before that, my brother had just read a letter of gratitude to me, like “I’m so grateful to you.” And he read that I just went waaah.

T: Perfectly natural.

*picture of an emotional Yoko at the wedding ceremony is shown, and Yoko laughs out loud*

Y: That’s embarrassing.

T: So there was a family introduction segment at the wedding right? And your brother introduced you to you.

Y: *laughs* So at the wedding, you know how there’s that thing where the bride and groom do first introductions? Well, my brother had been hospitalized so he couldn’t do any rehearsals for the wedding. So since he had to do it off the cuff, part way through he went up to me and said, “This is my older brother, Yokoyama Kimitaka.”

*The Audience laughs.*

Like dude, that’s me. It was so funny, though.

~ End of Part 2 ~

Please do not take my translation without giving credit.

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any typos.

Cheryl x Reader: The Fire Within

Warnings: mental illness, talks of rape and suicide, swearing
Requested: yes
A/N: if this is super deep, i’m sorry. I used it to help me vent.

*your POV*

You know what? Fuck you.

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doodles from tonight

anonymous asked:

Hi! I deeply enjoy reading your fics (especially the Duality Verse but really everything you write is great and inventive!) and I thought you should know, even though that's not the subject of my ask. Anyway, I've seen quite a few fanarts about Altean Lance and I was just wondering what were your thoughts on this concept? Feel free to ignore if you've already answered this/are not interested. I hope you have a wonderful day! :)

Thank you so much!

I really love Altean!Lance–I think that’s an AU with a lot of possibilities, whether you go with Lance as one of the old paladins or Allura’s brother or something (where he was in stasis for 10,000 years with Allura and Coran), or you go with Lance being descended from Altean survivors (whether or not he knows it.)

Actually, I recently got a comment from @seamarmot on my Coran-centric pre-canon fic (One Week to Say Goodbye) about Altean Lance and Allura’s mom, Lealle (who was the previous blue paladin in Voltron: Duality, for those who haven’t read the series.) So since that’s been on my mind, here’s some thoughts on Altean!Lance in the Dualityverse (pre-stasis; I might be tempted to write up some post-stasis thoughts at some point but this started to get long):

  • Lance grew up on Altea to a relatively average family. He wasn’t nobility, but his family was pretty well off, and Lance could have easily been a businessman or a minor politician or an artist or any number of things
  • But he idolizes the paladins of Voltron, dreaming about being a paladin himself someday, so he joins the Voltron Guard–the fleet of support ships and ground troops that helps the paladins out on larger/more difficult campaigns
  • He’s only an average pilot to start–good enough to be a pilot, not a foot soldier, but not good enough to really stand out–but he works really damn hard and he’s super enthusiastic about everything, and his fellow pilots all know him as someone who cares about his team
  • That’s how Lealle first hears about him, actually. She makes a habit of going around to check in with the Guard, eating lunch with a different squadron each day she doesn’t have other duties, stopping by in the evenings to see how everyone’s getting along, that sort of thing. She figures these people have dedicated their lives to supporting her mission and making her job easier, so the least she can do is help with morale.
  • But see, she’s also a bit of a prankster, so sometimes she’ll come disguised as another species–most often pretending to be a merchant (since she grew up with them and know how to fake it) so she can skip the whole blue-paladin-slash-queen-of-Altea hero-worship.
  • (The veteran soldiers see right through it after a while, but no one’s gonna ruin it for the newbies.)
  • So Lance.
  • Lance sees this gorgeous woman being all buddy-buddy with his friends, and he figures he owes it to them both to make her feel welcome.
  • His suave entrance is ruined somewhat when he realizes his friends are already talking about him, but he re-centers and makes a good faith effort to flirt with the merchant lady…
  • …only to be turned upside down, inside out, and left floundering because this woman can talk circles around him.
  • The sheer challenge of it snaps him out of flirtatious mode, and they start joking around, and at the end of the night Lealle lets her shift go and asks Lance if he’d like to train with her.
  • Once Lance is able to salvage his dignity, he agrees (duh)
  • Lance isn’t the only one training under the paladins–there are usually two dozen or so, and this group only ends up filling about half the vacancies on Team Voltron, since the lions ultimately pick their own pilots.
  • Lance and Meri (another Altean blue paladin hopeful, who’s a little bit older than him–closer to Allura’s age) become fast friends and wreak havoc on the castle–sock-skating down the hallways, sneaking down together to Blue’s hangar because they like hanging out with their fav kitty, Meri daring Lance to do stupid shit that ends with more than one fighter wrecked…
  • Every time Lealle catches them, she tries to act stern and disappointed (to keep up appearances in front of Alfor, Allura, and the other paladins), then drags Lance and Meri off by their ears. As soon as they’re out of sight of the others, Lealle lets go, then usually drags them off for more trouble disguised as training
  • Lance is great at strategy, which he learns from Coran, and diplomacy, which he learns technically from Coran but realistically from Allura
  • Meri is awesome at shape-shifting–only Lealle is better. Meri, Lealle, Lance, and occasionally Coran have shape-shifting competitions that Allura is of course too dignified to engage in
  • (Except the combined puppy eyes of Lance and Meri wins her over every time.)
  • Consider also that Zarkon is still a paladin at this point
  • Consider that Lance and Meri would absolutely prank the living hell out of Team Voltron’s “furless leader” (Lealle and Coran try really hard not to encourage them–they do! They just… are not successful.)
The Road Trip │ Chapter 7

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?

 chapter 1 │chapter 2 chapter 3chapter 4  chapter 5 │ chapter 6

Trigger warning: finding out what happened to Lucas’ father. 

I’m sorry about the long wait. I’ve been busy with school and haven’t had much time. Good news is I already started the next chapter, and I’ll try to finish it as soon as I can. 

Two days have passed since I’ve been at the Friars. The day that I got in, nothing much happened. We sat and ate dinner chatted a bit before Hayley stole me away. She wanted to make sure we had time to talk and hang out. She showed me her favorite spot; it’s on a top of hill underneath a big oak. We had a clear view of their house, and I was able to see their horses galloping in their gated area.

We sat there for hours and just talked. I was in awe at how willingly she talked freely to me. I grew up having a younger brother, but at that moment I knew what it was like to have a younger sister. Auggie never came to me for girl advice or relationship advice; he always went to our Uncle Josh, which I understood.

I listened to her talk more about Brandon, and I know completely how smitten she is with him. She showed me a picture of him; he has shaggy light brown hair with warm welcoming hazel eyes. The picture that she showed me was of the two of them together, smiles plastered on both their faces. I saw why Lucas was so scared of this young boy; Hayley’s eyes sparkled at the mere thought of Brandon.

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Regarding My Attic

(Part 1)

Remember me? I’m the guy that had something in my attic. The one that couldn’t have even begun to imagine the horrible reality of what was up there and how impossible it was.

How does anyone even begin to rationalise what I saw? I tried to think logically, sceptically…but it didn’t work. It didn’t change what was up there. It didn’t change that I saw it and I wasn’t imagining things.

Or that I can never look at my parents in the same way ever again.

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