and his goons

Okay, can someone explain to me what the democrats in government are doing? Like... I've never seen people NOT fight this hard in a long time.

The conservatives fucking shut down the government when Obama was president and you can’t fucking get together to put Trump and his goons at bay?

Now what the hell. WHAT THE HELL.

it’s so funny to me when people say Draco is irredeemable as a character?? like even if we ignore the fact that he literally is redeemable in canon (cursed child), malfoy was literally a CHILD during the war.
from birth he was conditioned to think a certain way, act a certain way, talk a certain way. he was encouraged to idolize his father and told that the world had a set order of things. people are brought up like this ALL THE TIME. and some of those people never snap out of it. but in the books we see draco has already started to. he doesn’t want to do real harm near the end. he can’t commit to the cause: he can’t kill dumbledore, he can’t identify harry, he tells his goons not to kill him. all malfoy wanted was to survive and come out of the war with his family still intact. by the end he knows that voldemort never planned on keeping any of them alive. so he tries to get out.
yes his family is shit. but he grew up with them. bigotry and violence and hate are all he knows, and the fact that he can leave that behind eventually is awesome.
we have seen characters go through this redemption arc before and nobody complained. zuko was, arguably, just as bad as malfoy (or worse) but he figured his shit out.
just because malfoy WAS bad doesn’t mean he IS bad. it’s fine if you don’t ship him with people, but don’t say he’s irredeemable. he can be redeemed and he has been.

Headcanon I

It’s sixth year and Harry is just that tiny bit more observant in his stalking of Draco Malfoy.

At first everything seems so ordinary that it is almost boring, the blonde swaggers casually around the castle, a sneer plastered to his face , his personal goons following behind him. But secretly Harry knows that watching Malfoy will never be boring for him because there’s a certain magnetic pull that the Slytherin has.

After some time though, just as Harry is considering giving it up, he begins to realise things about Malfoy. He begins to pick up on how his shoulders slump immediately and he let’s out a long breath that such a thin (and was he always that thin?) boy couldn’t possibly have held as soon as he’s alone. He begins to realise how defined his shoulders and ribs and cheekbones are and how hollow and dark the bags under his eyes are. He takes in the way he begins to let go of and then lose completely his former swagger and how he never seems to be in anyone else’s company anymore.

This continues for a few weeks until Harry knows something is definitely wrong. Draco no longer wanders the halls of Hogwarts like a self-proclaimed prince, instead he lies on his back with his arm covering his eyes on the grass field behind the school or stares blankly across the school grounds from the astronomy towers.

And he is always alone.

In class he’s always absent, Harry notes. He stares forward in the direction of the teacher but he always seems to be looking through Professor Snape. There’s something wrong with his eyes as well, they’ve lost their usual malicious gleam and seem to have rusted over (not that Harry stares at his eyes or anything regularly). His hair is much too tousled and his gaze when he sees Harry staring at him from across the great hall is much too passive.

The blonde is reduced to hardly anything more than a skeleton at this point and soon Harry realises that he isn’t stalking Malfoy to stop what ever the fuck he’s doing, it’s so that he can keep a close eye on the slowly deteriorating boy because no one else is.

No one else is seeing what he is seeing.

No one else is realising that Draco is slowly dying.

No one except for him.

It’s suddenly Harry’s unspoken mission to make sure Draco doesn’t suddenly slip past his fingertips and disappear completely because then who will he have to call a git and chase around the castle long after his anger has subsided and his chest hurts from running and a strange burning sensation?

One day, instead of heading up to the astronomy tower or behind the school, Draco Malfoy leads a determined Harry up to the owlery where the howling wind and beating rain is much more menacing. Harry is shivering under his invisibility cloak and he can see that Draco is too, all he’s wearing is his now-soaked button up and his school slacks.

Harry is confused (and all too relaxed, he tells himself after) until Draco’s stiff body begins to move towards the stone wall and he lifts a leg onto it.

What’s he doing? Is all Harry can think.

But then Draco is lifting his second leg and it all clicks.

The Gryffindor throws off the invisibility cloak and sprints over to grab Malfoy’s wrist and pull him away from a premature death.

Malfoy spins around and even through the rain, Harry can tell he’s been crying. The Slytherin is too stunned for words as Harry throws his arms around his waist and pulls him close in a bone-crushing hug.

‘Pot-’ is all Malfoy can manage before he starts crying again.

He can feel Harry’s warm breath on his neck, repeating over and over that it’s ok and that he shouldn’t do this.

He can feel Harry’s tense muscles against his chest and around his middle.

It’s Potter. Of course it’s Potter. It’s always Potter. Is all Draco thinks as he succumbs to the shorter boy’s sleep-inducing body heat and rests his tired head on his shoulder.

Harry would’ve loved to be the taller one in this situation so that he could rest his chin on the blonde’s head, but he does the next thing he can think of which is to play with Malfoy’s hair as he hiccups into Harry’s shoulder.

Malfoy slowly wraps his arms around Harry, appreciating the warmth the latter seems to be radiating.

Harry can feel all too well each and every rib of Malfoy’s and though that in itself isn’t a nice feeling, having a raw, vulnerable Draco in his arms is.

‘It’s ok.

It’s ok.

You shouldn’t do this.’

Malfoy nuzzles his face into Harry’s neck and breathes in his scent.

'Thank you Harry.’

y’all can we talk about how great Arario is
  • first of all it was ot13
  • hojoon was serving looks i can’t get over it
  • the spinny thing with seogoong and p-goon at the end
  • traditional concept mixed with the hip hop ideas
  • iconic a-tom hair
  • sassy!hansol with the fan
  • sangdo was also really swag and it was great
  • those masks dude
  • drunk man!jenissi
  • also like everyone looked good all the time
  • favorite hair on xero tbh
  • this was nakta’s era guys
  • p-goon lifts his shirt in the dance practice and i need water
  • b-joo looking ethereal
  • dance line really showed their stuff
  • p-goon jumps over xero
  • nakta’s vocals
  • the fans
  • their live show outfits(like those bright ass yellow ones)
  • gohn, just everything about gohn
  • god bamm a-tom got a bomb bomb and pow
  • this was such a bop guys

I think favorite thing about Matt Martin is that at first glance it’s like “wow he’s really humoring the rookies and going along with their shinanigans” but like if you look closer HE’S the one that posted the video of them dabbing, HE’S the one that started the weird handshake finger wiggle thing. Like its just Matt….he’s, a nerd.

All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

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Still not Batman Dave

My youngest daughter- Alice- nearly gets kidnapped by the Hatter. She punches him, Emily and Jake both pepper spray him. All are highfived by Red Hood. #onlyingotham #shutupdave

 Joker was robbing the bank. I punched out one of his goons while Emily tag teamed another with my eldest-Hannah. Jake and Alice jumped another. Joker was laughing so hard at tiny Alice taking down his goon he let us go. Am now being called Batman by all my coworkers. #onlyingotham #shutupdave #notbatman

 Kids are now calling me Batmom after I kicked a mugger in the face. Coworkers have picked up on this. #seriously? #i'mablackbelt

 Batfam has heard the nickname after Lewis and Jenny call me this when I yelled at Harley and Poison Ivy for making me late for Alice’s ballet recital. Am now being called Batmom by Red Hood and Nightwing. #onlyingotham #damnitkids

 Red Robin collpased outside my apartment. Took him inside to check on him. He woke up, told me he’d be fine with more coffee. Lectured him on proper sleep and caffine intake. Batman shows up with Robin. Red Robin calls me ‘Batmom’, leaves with them. Batman does a doubletake. #onlyingotham #batfam

 My kids are now hanging with the Wayne family? Like… Emily actually likes Damian Wayne? I don’t… what? #onlyingotham #littleshitscallmebatmom #NOTBATMAN #shutupdave

isalkvaltersen  asked:

yo bro(s)! could you possibly update the protective derek tag? i checked and it's been six-ish months :) thank you!

gotta love me some protective fics

Nothing About Us Is Normal by tabbytabbytabby (1/1 | 1,804 | G)

Stiles is kidnapped by a group of hunters. Thinking he has little chance of surviving he calls Derek. Little does he know Derek was already back in Beacon Hills and searching for Stiles.

You’re stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter (15/15 | 234,195 | NR)

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn’t easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it’s head!

My summaries are rubbish but I hope you’ll still give it a chance!

Druid Stiles and his Assistant Derek by mandalou42 (1/1 | 4,520 | PG13)

Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale are both absolutely hopeless when it comes to noticing that they are in fact in love with each other. It takes a dangerous situation, a psychopath, and some poison to get them to admit their feelings. Also, Stiles really needs to learn to not poke the sleeping bear. Kate Argent is insane and Stiles should really not be provoking her so heavily. He needs to calm down.

Humpty Dumpty by halcyon1993 (3/? | 12,161 | NC17)

Derek and Stiles were best friends from childhood, right up until Stiles went missing at sixteen. Five years later, just as Derek’s hope of ever finding his friend again is beginning to wane, Stiles shows up out of the blue, deeply traumatised, unable to talk and unwilling to let anyone but Derek touch him. Derek is determined to find out what happened.

Trigger by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (1/1 | 3,242 | PG13)

Stiles got to his feet so he could use the bathroom, rubbing sleepily at his face. He’d been planning on staying for a while after the pack left, get a few rounds in before heading home since his dad was on the night shift, but he didn’t think he’d make it that long.

Maybe Derek would be okay coming over to his place so Stiles could pass out without worrying about having to wake up in time to go home. Wasn’t like Derek hadn’t scrambled half-naked out Stiles’ window before.

His dad still hadn’t actually caught Derek, but he knew what they were doing. He didn’t approve, but Stiles felt it was more the sex with a Werewolf in general as opposed to Derek.

I’ll make you a believer by ElisAttack (6/6 | 26,543 | NC17)

Five times a memory charm is cast, and the one time Derek Hale doesn’t bother.

Or the one where Derek’s too old to be chasing an unidentified, unregistered wizard around the city.

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PICKLE: …miss guru? my super cute blue alien lover is over there and um, what’s the verdict? are we… are we gonna make it!?

GURU: hmmm… yes, i see a blue haired baby in your future! a baby, and maybe a dog and a cat if pets is ever released… yes, i think you’ll be just fine!

PICKLE: ehhhh?! that happens after we move to a bigger place, right?!

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From the 307 dvd commentary on the scene where Malcolm gets sacked and then what happens after:

Armando: And I think this scene we recorded, we just did two takes of it, but we let it go.  We primed the rest of the building as it were.  We had all ready with people doing their stuff.  And I just said to Peter, do the scene and then just wander around and we’ll follow you and we’ll see what happens. And after the first take of it, I knew he goes into his office at Number 10, so the second take, I asked people to be, you know, gathering around Sam, and her in tears. Knowing that Peter would go into the room, but not telling Peter that that’s what he’d see.
Tony Roche: That moment’s really nice when he goes into the room and she’s in there.  Because it’s again, it’s what you said earlier, just little things that are just imprinted over the series.  You get that he, that he actually–
Simon Blackwell: Sam’s the only person he has kind of a normal relationship with.
Tony Roche: Exactly, yeah.
Jesse Armstrong: Quite a few people said they suddenly found themselves feeling sorry for Malcolm at that point, I think, didn’t they.


What I love about this is that Armando didn’t have to script Malcolm having a heart, he just had to set up the scene because he knew Peter would do the rest.  

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The Next Picasso || Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alectightwood

word count : 905

pairing : jughead x reader

warnings : reader being bullied on, cursing.

summary : Reggie and his goons all gang up on you, taking you sketchbook and make fun of you but Jughead steps in to stop them.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN


     You always tried to live your life one day at a time, and making as little noise as possibly. You weren’t one to be in the lime light and having any attention on yourself was very stressful. You mother always said you were too backwards for your own good. You would only laugh and sneak off to your room where you’d spend the next few hours drawing or whatever art medium you were messing with that day. 

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Rescue Me [2]

Part Two of Three

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 2640 

Warnings: NSFW 18+ GRAPHIC Smut, Unprotected sex (wrap the willies, sillies!), Oral (female receiving), thigh riding, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N: You guys, I’m such an idiot! I put this in my drafts and forgot to post it!

Part One


This day was never going to end.

You were leaned back in your chair in the conference room, peaking through your fingers at all of the novels you had written through the years lined up on the table.

Natasha had recognized your name and raced to her room to get her collection. “I have read each one at least 5 times over,” she had said at the time. You were flattered, really. It just always made you uncomfortable talking about your work.

Like you were doing now. Tony had asked you about the plot line of each book. And he wanted details.

Steve pointed at your most recent novel, just released 2 months ago. “This one sounds familiar.”

You nodded before sitting up straighter in your chair, “It is based on the jewelry heist that went wrong last year,” you said, pulling the book toward you and flipping through the pages. “You know the one… Julian Marcus and his goons almost made it out of the jewelry store before a security guard that they hadn’t noticed popped up out of nowhere. He had hit the silent alarm and slashed the tires on their getaway car. Julian shot him, point blank. He is currently sitting on death row for his multiple charges.”

You looked up when you were met with silence. Everyone eye in the room was on you. “What?” you asked, feeling uneasy.

Tony shook his head in disbelief, “How do you know all of that?”

You felt your face heat. You had rambled and revealed too much information. Nervous habit. “I um… uh, got granted visitation to meet with Julian for an interview after his court date.” You pushed the book back to the middle of the table. “He told me everything. Even where he hid the jewels before the police had captured him.”

Silence. Again.

Nat was the first to speak, “Wow.” She shrugged when everyone turned to look at her, “What? I’m impressed.”

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anonymous asked:

If you're still doing the drabble thing could you do “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore." for tree bros. If it's not to much to ask, that is.

This is probably ooc, but I hope you enjoy it!


Contrary to popular belief, Connor Murphy is not, in fact, the worst kid in school.

Sure, there was the whole Mrs. G/printer fiasco in second grade, but, aside from that isolated incident, Connor hasn’t done much that would label him as a bad kid. He turns in his homework on time, he does well on tests, and he doesn’t talk to people in class. Well, that last part is less because he’s a good kid and more because he doesn’t have any friends to speak of and so doesn’t have anyone to speak to in class, but still. He doesn’t get into fights. Not really. Connor’s shoved a kid or two in his grade, but that’s always just been in response to someone being an asshole to him, and he shouldn’t get in trouble for standing up for himself. But he does.

Not that he even has to stand up for himself much; there aren’t even that many kids who dare to bother him since he shoved that one kid in the parking lot and the kid ended up with a broken ankle. Which wasn’t Connor’s fault—how was he supposed to know the kid was going to lose his balance and take a dive off the edge of the pavement? And isn’t it the school’s fault that they built the parking lot right beside a ditch so if someone trips or is gently pushed they’ll fall straight into the ditch? But, Connor digresses. The only kids who really bother him are the few brave souls desperate enough to be considered cool that they’re willing to bother the school’s resident psychopath, and even they have started laying off of him recently. Connor guesses everyone’s started in on the kids even lower on the middle school food chain than him.

Which brings us to now, when Connor’s standing outside the boys’ restroom in the science wing, listening to Evan Hansen’s stuttering explanation of why he doesn’t have any lunch money to give whatever dipshit cornered him in the bathroom peppered with an obscene amount of apologies. Seriously, this kid is apologizing a lot for someone who’s being harassed.

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Travel.
Girl, get out of that small, suffocating town
and never look back.
Trust me, the memories will haunt you there.
Oh look, where we first made out in his rusty blue pick-up truck
went apple picking after hours, running around like goons
his friends house, where we went far because we loved each other intensely and purely, like a child loves its mother

I couldn’t get out. But i hope you can.

—  S.E.
2

The blank screen of his laptop was taunting him, he had been working on an article for the blue and gold, about the missing beakers in the chemistry labs for almost half an hour now and he had nothing.
Normally if he had this problem, Betty would swoop in and provide him with some much needed inspiration and encouraging words.

Unfortunately today, the beautiful blonde journalist was nowhere to be found. She was never late, in fact she was almost always their atleast an hour before he was. So where was she?

Ten minutes later the door swung open, popping his head up fully expecting to see Betty he couldn’t hide his disappointment when it turned out to be Cheryl. But something was wrong, Cheryl was out of breath and her fiery red hair was wind blown and out of shape, she had run here, and everyone knew Cheryl blossom did not run.

“Cheryl… what’s going..” he was cut off quickly by the infamous prima donna

“They sent me here because they know you wouldn’t kill me by accident, you have to hurry. It’s Betty. She’s been hurt.”

It took him no time at all to slam his laptop shut and head out the doors, Cheryl following close behind, her heels clacking in the tile.
“What happened.” He demanded keeping pace.

“It’s chuck. Betty was changing in the locker room when Veronica noticed a huge bruise on her back, when she asked her about it she just broke down, told us everything. How chuck has been pretty much attacking her, pushing her into lockers, slamming her against the wall and threatening her after practice. He’s upset that she got him kicked off the team. But that’s not even the worst part.”

Jughead didn’t know how much more he could take, he felt sick to his stomach and all he saw was red. he was gonna kill Clayton, he didn’t care about the consequences, Chuck Clayton was a dead man.

“What’s the worst part” he ground out through clenched teeth, he could see the locker room in the distance.

Cheryl stopped him before he entered the room
“He tried to sleep with Betty, after practice yesterday. He pulled her into the janitors closet and he tried to… ya know. She got away obviously but he punched her in the face, she’s been hiding all of the bruises with makeup. None of us knew.” Cheryl hung her head in shame.
Nodding to the redhead and giving her shoulder a squeeze, Jughead slammed through the doors.

There was Betty, Kevin on one side of her and Veronica on the other. Archie was there too pacing back and forth, as soon as Archie caught Jugheads eyes he nodded. He had his back, he knew Betty was Jugheads girl but she was also his best friend and this was not gonna go unpunished by either of the boys.

“Juggie.” Betty whispered from her spot on the bench, she jumped up instantly, holding her arms out to him, shaking hands and red rimmed eyes.

He had her wrapped up in an instant. Squeezing her to himself “I’ve got you babe. I’ve got you.” She sobbed into his chest as he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to be mad.” She whimpered.
“I’m not mad at you Betty, why would I ever be mad at you?” Jughead pulled away slightly clutching her chin in his hand. What did she mean?

“It’s my fault juggie, I had to go all crazy on him in the hot tub and now he wants revenge, I should’ve just left it all alone.”

“No.” Jughead protested, dropping his eyes to look into hers “this is not your fault, there is no way I’m going to let you think any of this is your fault, Chuck Clayton is insane. He is an egotistical bastard, who’s pride was damaged when you brought him down, he thinks he can get away with hurting you but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to show him exactly what happens when you mess with something I love” Jughead was fuming. Chuck had hurt Betty, physically injured her, and assualted her, that was unforgivable in itself but to make Betty doubt herself? That was the worst thing he could have done.

“He doesn’t know who he’s messing with, I can get the entire football team against him, I already texted Reggie, he’s waiting outside. Whenever you’re ready dude, we know exactly where he hangs out.” Archie said from his side nodding angrily at Jughead.

“You don’t have to do this! You can get hurt, it’s okay l’m okay!” Betty pleaded, grabbing on to jugheads arm.
Sliding his hand to the back of her head he gently brought Betty’s lips to his, kissing her softly.

“I have to do this Betty, for you and for me. I can’t let him get away with this.” Walking forward, Archie by his side, they all headed outside.

Sure enough Reggie was there looking heated alongside Moose Mason, Adam Devine and Trey Walker.

Reggie stepped forward placing a hand out for Jughead to shake
“Maybe I’ve been an ass to you and maybe you haven’t deserved all the shit I’ve put you through, I’m sorry man. Sticking up to Chuck Clayton for your girl is a ballsy move. I watched my mom get knocked around by my dad my whole life, I’m not gonna let some punk beat up on girls and get away with it. Let us help you.”
His speech was accompanied by head nods and murmurs of agreement from the other three boys.

Grabbing Reggies hand and shaking it firmly Jughead nodded “it’s all good man.”

He turned around to cast a quick glance at Betty, Veronica was holding her tight and she looked terrified. He hated that he was scaring her, he wanted to run to her and hold her and tell her she would be okay, but he had to this.

“They’re under the bleachers, they hang out there now because they know they can’t be seen on the field.” Adam said from beside Reggie.

They all made their way over to the bleachers, Jughead felt himself getting madder and madder, all he could see was the damn purple bruise on his beautiful girlfriends temple.

There they were. Chuck Clayton and his goons standing huddled under the bleachers

Reggie smiled wickedly and mumbled “showtime” under his breathe before loudly declaring

“Hey fuckers!”

All four boys turned around, laughing stopped when they recognized their former teammates and the beanie wearing boy.

“What do we have here?” Chuck smirked cockily, eyeing Jughead up and down before his eyes drifted over his shoulder. “You got yourself a security team princess?” He called to Betty.
That was it. Jughead lunged, taking down Chuck instantly, he vaguely heard the other boys handling Chucks friends, he was blinded by rage.

He was punching him, repeatedly to be honest, he wasn’t doing much other than punching, there was blood everywhere and chuck was screaming and thrashing, but Jughead had all of his weight on top of him making him immobile.

Suddenly Archie was pulling him off the beaten boy on the ground
“You’re good Jughead, you’re good.”

Panting and staring down at the boy “stay the hell away from Betty, don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, don’t even breathe near her or I’ll kill you, there won’t be anyone to stop me. I will kill you” he spit out, shoving past the boys as Reggie turned to his boys a shocked expression on his face “that was badass, we gotta get him on the team, we need a new right tackle.”

He made his way to Betty who was crying now as she reached up to touch his face
“You’re bleeding.” She whispered

He touched his nose and winced, he hadn’t even realized chuck had hit him.
“I’m okay. The more important question is are you okay?”

Leaning her head against his chest she breathed shakily before looking up at him

“I love you Jughead Jones, more than anything in this world”

He just laughed relieved

“You have no idea, Betty Cooper”