and let the hate begin

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>me:</b> (overshares)<p/><b>person i overshared to:</b> omg lol<p/><b>me:</b> that is it i am Never Oversharing Again i am officially Done. from now on i am going to be super quiet and let no one know anything about me<p/><b>me, inevitably, 2 minutes later:</b> anyway did i ever tell you about this one traumatic experience? no? well let me begin <p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

What I got from the books and my simplistic conclusion:

James Potter: 

  • had perfect life, was rich and carefree
  • had loving parents
  • had good loyal friends (ok Wormtail doesn’t count in the school years)
  • popular and successful
  • was a bully who hit, embarassed and exposed kids (even sexually) just because he was bored
  • not discriminatory of muggle borns or werewolves, discriminatory of people with different personalities or aspirations
  • massive ego
  • forced his presence to Lily even though she made clear she didn’t like him, was annoying to her for years, pushy
  • grew up and became a better person and eventually charming to Lily
  • was a great friend
  • died for Lily and Harry, his son


Severus Snape:

  • all his life has been terrible
  • father in constant conflict with his mother, verbal abuse, implications of physical abuse to both Snape and his mother, his father was a Muggle, such experiences can easily distort the perception kids have about things, it was easy for Snape (or even a relief) to believe people like his father were inferior
  • no real friends except Lily who eventually left him too (for his biggest enemy)
  • bullied, abused, lonely, unpopular, nobody cared about him at school although he was a brilliant student
  • has not shown signs of being a bully at school, never attacked anyone physically first, most things he did were in defense aside from being snarky to those he disliked and inventing bad spells he didn’t really use (James Potter did though!), eventually made (fake) bad friends, supported Voldemort 
  • used a racistic slur against Lily during the most embarassing experience of his life, apologized for it a million times, started  hating the term and telling people off for using it (ie Malfoy)
  • never forced his presence to Lily after she explicitly stated his company was not wanted anymore, accepting and respectful of all her choices, kept loving her quietly forever
  • grew up to become a very unpleasant, lonely, miserable man who followed Voldemort in hopes of finding acceptance this way, he was punished for this mistake by becoming unknowingly responible for his only love’s death, fell in despair, he was lucky enough to be guided by Dumbledore to the right path and see his mistakes, promised to do everything, even risk his life every single day to fight Voldemort and protect Lily (and James’) son 
  • meanwhile was an unpleasant, very strict teacher especially to Gryffindor house (Harry’s friends and Harry), demeaning behaviour to quite a few students, sometimes plain horrible, a very demanding teacher but one of the most proficient and competent professors in Hogwarts (as Hermione said many times)
  • indeed risked his life every single day to fight Voldemort and save Harry as he promised, was loyal to Dumbledore to death (literally), even after he found out Dumbledore was not telling him all the truth
  • died for Lily and Harry, James’ son

Conclusion: It is stupid to constantly compare these two people and try to make the one look redeemed while the other is a monster. These people have different backgrounds, different upbringing, different experiences, were heavily flawed in different periods of their lives and the only thing they share is their genuine love for the same woman. Both did inexcusable mistakes but either they changed entirely (James) or that was not a true reflection of their soul (Snape). They are both dead but are redeemed. 

James Potter died as a great friend, husband and father. Severus Snape died after a cursed life that offered him nothing but sadness and misery since the day he was born, he struggled but managed to make this whole life worth living for the victory of good over evil, of love over cruelty. Hating one of them as much as Voldemort or Umbridge or Bellatrix Lestrage is not understanding what J.K. Rowling was trying to say.

Starco IS NOT Dead

After today’s episode, I’ve been noticing a lot of people saying “Starco is dead.” Or “Jarko is going to be endgame.” Trust me, Starco is far from being dead. We still have a whole other season to go. (Maybe even a 4th) If you haven’t noticed, Daron likes fooling us. Starco is still going strong. It may seem dead, but it’s not. Just wait until Marco finds out about Star’s crush on him. Besides, us Starco shippers aren’t going down without a fight. :)

Originally posted by lpstreetsoldier13

When They Try to Take Us Down

Summary: Phil doesn’t like when hate preachers come to campus. They make him nervous and uncomfortable. But this time, Dan is there to help him through it in an unexpected, yet pleasant way.
Word Count: 2,201
Warnings: homophobic slurs, hate speech, anxiety
Title creds: Let the Flames Begin - Paramore
A/N: Thank you to @snowbunnylester (as always) for prompting me this! I’ve been on a writing splurge lately and I honestly don’t know how I’m doing it. Lemme know it you like this!

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There is an angry aura surrounding campus in the form of ignorant slurs and angry responses. This only happens on the occasion, but it makes Phil nervous each time, a pit in his stomach and his throat closing up as he tries to walk as fast as possible past the angry crowd.

There was a man, dressed in preacher’s clothes and holding a sign with a list of the types of people who were going to “go to hell”. Phil didn’t have to look to know that homosexuals and masturbators and adulterers were on the list. He swallowed and ducked his head, trying to move as fast as he could. Dan was ahead of him, probably shaking his head and scoffing as he does every time they passed by a preacher like this. Sometimes Phil thinks he’s more upset about this kind of thing than Phil is, despite being the heterosexual one in their friendship, just by the way he wasn’t afraid to shout his opinions right back.

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What We Used To Be (Part 2) // Zach Dempsey x Reader

Originally posted by joeck

I parked my car and walked into my house exhausted. My parents were unusually quiet sat at the dinner table.

“What’s going on?” I asked. I joined them across the table.

“Honey,” my mom reached out to caress my hand. “Your father and I have decided to get a divorce.”

I stood up out of my chair quickly, causing it to slide behind me and tip over. “Over these stupid little arguments? Really guys?”

“(Y/N), calm dow-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. Why should I listen to people that can’t even solve their own problems?”

I dashed to my room up the stairs in anger. I slammed my door and laid in my bed, letting the tears slide down the sides of my face. I buried myself under the covers and drenched the pillow beneath me. After about ten minutes, I heard my door creep open.

“Leave me alone,” I responded without looking towards my door, assuming it was my parents.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Zach questioned concerned.

“Why are you here, Zach? Now’s not a good time.” I didn’t even bother to wipe away the tears and continued to stare blankly at the wall.

“I texted you I was gonna come over, but you never replied.”

“I must’ve left my phone on silent. Can you go away please? I’m not in the state to do this stupid project.”

The door closed and he dropped his backpack on the ground of my room.

“I’m not leaving you like this, (Y/N).”

I didn’t say anything. I cried silently to myself while Zach awkwardly sat in the chair next to my desk.

“Look,” he began. “I’m sorry for what I said to you today in class. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I was stunned. It’s been two years since he’s ever sounded so apologetic. Yet, the words of forgiveness couldn’t form in my mouth. I suddenly felt the bed sink beside me and arms pulling me in towards his chest. I laid there frozen, until I turned around and cried harder into him. I needed someone at this point. I felt alone. And Zach knew that. He rubbed the hand I placed on his chest with his thumb gently, as though I was a China doll about to break into a million pieces.

“My parents. They’re getting a divor-orce.” I stuttered.

He ran his fingers up and down my arm. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I know you will.”

Zach’s little touches calmed me down eventually and we stayed in the same position in silence, never wanting to ruin the moment.

I finally built the courage to speak. “Zach?”

“Yes (Y/N)?”

“What happened to us?” I looked up at him with my glossy eyes.

He sighed and moved a strand of hair away from my face. “I became a jerk. You don’t know how sorry I am for everything I’ve ever said or done to you.”

I sat up in my spot with my legs crossed, still facing him.

“Why? Why did you suddenly begin to just, hate me?” I let a tear slip. I never realized how much it really hurt that someone I loved didn’t love me back till now.

Zach pressed his back against the headboard and used his thumb to wipe away my tear.

“I distanced myself from you because,” he paused for a moment, thinking about what he was about to confess. “Because I started to fall in love with you. And I didn’t want to lose what we already had. I never meant to become so aggressive and rude. I would do anything to go back to the way we used to be, but I felt like it was too late. You hate me and I don’t blame you.”

Zach stared down and fiddled with my fingers. 

 "I don’t hate you, Zach. I could never.“ 

My response caught his attention, his eyebrows scrunching in confusion as he looked into my eyes. “How could you not?”

“Because I love you,” I revealed.

He caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “I love you, too (Y/N).”

I sighed. “No, Zach. I love you more than just best friends. You being here for me right now after all those negative exchange of comments just proves to me that the sweet, caring Zach is still in there. The Zach that made my nights and mornings. The Zach that made my stomach hurt from laughter with his cheesy jokes. The Zach that knew whenever I was down and that things weren’t okay, but he made everything seem okay. You make everything shitty at home seem like a blur. And I love you for that. I’m so in love with you, Zach Dempsey.”

I watched how his eyes glistened in adoration. “Can I kiss you?" 

A lump formed in my throat as I nodded. He leaned in and our lips met. Our kiss was filled with need, evident of how much Zach and I truly missed each other. I deepened the kiss by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer. I felt a tear stream down his cheek. We pulled apart and I used my tiny fingers to hold his face. Zach placed his hand on top of mine and leaned into it.

He pecked my fingers. "I love you so much. I will never let you slip out of my hands ever again. I’ll make sure of it.”

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{{ Alright, here is the long awaited short fan fiction I wanted to write for fuckyeah2doc . A sweet nonny came up with the idea! Murdoc and 2D, I hope you two enjoy this!!}}

With the slow paced breathing, the thin window pane began to cover itself with a growing thick mist. Tiny pits and pats proceeded after one another each second; various sized blobs of clear liquid raced each other down the outer pane of the misted glass.

It was a slow Monday morning. Everything was in slow motion. Life was taking it’s time.

A dark grey cloud that hung over the city had been lurking around for a few days already. The streets were deserted. The roads were abandoned.

A smile slowly spread across his lips. He guided his long bony finger over the misted pane, swirling it around to create an incomprehensible picture. Despite the loneliness and silence, he felt at peace with his mind and body.

As fast as the rain poured down was as fast as the sudden bang that disturbed all contentment in the room.  

“Faceache!”

The bluenette nearly fell over, forgetting that it wasn’t as quiet as he had imagined.

“Stop your bloody day dreamin’!” Murdoc’s rotting face was a sore sight for healthy eyes. Luckily 2D didn’t have healthy eyes.

The lanky body hauled himself away from his window to look at the older, shorter man.

“Wot? Did I do somefink?” He asked, scratching his cheek in a tired manner.

“I called you five times!” The bassist angrily walked towards the taller man, giving him a hard smack on the back of his head which made the other wince in pain.

“Tha’hurt!” 2D exclaimed, backing away from the other. “I’m sorry, I didn’hear ya!” He rubbed his head, trying to sooth the sting.

Murdoc rolled his eyes, pointing his finger at 2D. “We need to practice. Noodles is takin’care of ol’Russ and we’ve gotten nowhere with the new album!”

2D sighed. He was in no mood to sing. He was in no mood to practice, especially with Murdoc.

“I don’feel like doin tha…” 2D stated. “I have a headache.”

“Take a pill an’get over it.” Murdoc ordered. “Or must I force ya ta sing again?”

2D’s eyes narrowed quickly. He was still sore over the whole plastic beach scenario; emotionally and physically.

“Dere’s no whales here ta scare me.” 2D crossed his arms, turning his back to Murdoc.

Silence claimed the room for a few seconds before a muffled snort of laughter took over.

“Oh Stu, d’ya really think I’d use the ol’whale trick?” Murdoc waved his hand around. 2D shuddered and looked over his shoulder, eyeing the man who was now looking at him dead straight in the eyes.

“…wot does dat mean?” 2D asked hesitantly, raising his one eyebrow.

Murdoc groaned, losing his smile and turning it into a displeased frown. “Dullard I’m givin’ya a choice here. Either ya’sing, or I make ya’sing!”

2D felt his heart thump up into his throat. A part of him wanted to sing and get it over with, but the other half wanted to defy Murdoc; receive the punishment.

“Sorry, no can do!” 2D stuck up his nose like a stubborn child and looked away. He had to force himself not to smile, not to giggle or snicker when he heard the frustrated grunt escape Murdoc’s throat.

“Stu.”

2D instantly put himself to a stop as he turned around. When Murdoc used that word alone, it caught his attention fully. It made his heart bubble, his nerves trembled, it reminded him of-

“Remember Plastic Beach?” Murdoc asked. His eyes were calm, his voice soothingly warm.

The bluenette felt his cheeks warm up. He glanced from side to side quickly.

“Muh’doc,I fought ya said dat, dat was like, all in da past…”

“I asked, if you remembered or not, Dullard.” Murdoc’s voice rose, causing 2D to cower down in obedience.

2D looked down to his bare feet. It was early afternoon and he was still in his underwear; he’d only woken up an hour ago.

“…yeh, I rememba.” The singer mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the bassist.

It didn’t take long for 2D to squeak in fright as he felt himself cornered in his room, looking down to Murdoc who had pinned him within seconds.

“Remember how we used ta get each other off?” Murdoc asked, his sharp nails running down 2D’s bare stomach. 2D whimpered, reacting positively to the well-known touch.

“Y-Yeh…” The singer gulped, shutting his eyes tightly. At first it was disgusting, but now just the thought of Murdoc fondling him could get him off in a few minutes. He didn’t really appreciate being Murdoc’s source of relief for sexual purposes on Plastic Beach, but after a few times he became accustom to it. He began to enjoy it. He even started asking for it at one stage.

“Well…” Murdoc hissed into the singer’s ear, making the other let out a soft gasp of pleasure. He hated himself for already beginning to get hard. He hated himself for being so weak.

“Well forget it.” Murdoc spat and pulled away. 2D blinked, frozen stiff as he felt his blood run cold.

The bassist held a deep glare. “Quit acting as if any of that shit meant anything to you!”

2D felt a part of his heart twist in pain. He slowly made eye contact again, beginning to frown.

“Yeh…it’didn’mean shit to me!”

It was Murdoc’s turn to be surprised. He quickly ignored the smidge of hurt deep down in his heart and smiled it off.

“Good. Now let’s practice.”

“No.”

“Wot?”

2D shook his head; pushing his legs together tightly to try hide his erection. “I said no.”

Murdoc’s eye twitched. “Dents, I’m givin’ya one last chance here.”

The singer stuck his tongue out. He was prepared to be hit, but when the blow didn’t come he only saw that Murdoc had left the room.

“…Muh’doc?” He blinked, standing up straight as he looked around. He frowned suspiciously, slowly making his way to his bed and sitting down.

When he realized that Murdoc wasn’t coming back, he took the opportunity to relax and try and forget about his erection. Thinking of a whale helped within a second.

 

How it had come to this, he had no clue. He had been sleeping and then all of a sudden he’d been awoken by an enraged Murdoc whose bare and hairy chest was glimmering with sweat. He couldn’t fully remember what Murdoc had said, but he recalled how fast things got out of hand.

“I said sing!” Murdoc snapped.

“No!” 2D whimpered, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Fine.”

The singer hollered an inaudible set of words as he felt his insides tense up further from the deep vibrations.

This was beyond embarrassing for the taller one; sitting up in his bed, fully exposed to the Satanist as well as having his hands tied behind his back with broken cable. What took the top prize was the smooth black silicone vibrator, which had been thickly sleeked with lubricant, which was pushed up halfway into the younger one.

Murdoc had his nails digging into the singer’s legs, spreading them apart inch by inch.

“P-Please! M-Muh’doc!” The singer threw his head back on his pillow, his toes twitching.

“Sing for me then, sing a whole song, then I’ll take it out.” Murdoc grinned devilishly. The fact that he had 2D beneath him, squirming and pleading, aroused him.

“W-Wot s-song?” 2D squeaked, his erection itching to be touched.

“Any song.” Murdoc scoffed, becoming irritated by all the questions. He knew that deep inside he just wanted to know what type of song 2D would sing. Would it be something stupid or something meaningful? Murdoc hated himself for thinking that.

2D shifted upwards, cringing as he tightened himself further as the tip of the vibrator grazed against his inner walls. He took in a deep breath, quickly gathering his thoughts together.

“W-Waiting…by the mailbox, by the train-” He managed to gently whisper out.

“Louder.” Murdoc growled, making 2D flinch. The singer opened his one eye slowly.

“Passin by the h-hills til I hear the n-name.” He sung louder, his voice trembling with frustration and pleasure. Murdoc’s grin was a signal for 2D to continue.

“I-I’m lookin for a s-saw to cut these chains in h-half.” The singer opened his other eye, looking directly into Murdoc’s eyes which shocked the older man.

“And…all I want is someone to r-rely on as t-thunder comes rollin’ down.” Murdoc frowned, feeling his chest tighten. 2D was singing with meaning.

“S-Someone to rely on a-as lightning comes staring i-in again…”

Murdoc felt sweat roll down his cheeks, his heart thumping. He wrote this song, so why did 2D have to go and sing it like he was singing it to him?

The bassist let go of the singer’s legs to grab hold of the vibrator. 2D yelped with a sharp high pitched moan as Murdoc shoved the vibrator back into him, then out, then in.

“I-I’ll w-wait to be fo-AHgiven!” 2D’s voice twisted as he moaned, arching his back. His hips rocked back and forth, itching to get more. “M-Maybe I neveraaah w-will! Aangh!”

“You’re doin’great.” Murdoc licked his lips. Maybe he should do this more often.

“My-my star has, left m-me-me-Aah!” 2D cringed as he shuddered, trying to pry his hands out of their bind to stroke his throbbing erection. “T-Too take t-the bitter p-piilll!” He squeaked on the last note, digging his toes into bed sheets. “T-That shattered fe-eling … well t-the cause of itttt’s a lessooon lear-ned!”

“Sweet Satan Stu I can barely understand you.” Murdoc complained as he continued thrusting the vibrator into the younger one.

“J-Just don’t kno-ooww if I could r-roll into the sea-aaah again!”

Murdoc hissed. What if he actually never got to do this again? He let his one hand continue the thrusting while the other dug into his pants to pull out his cell-phone and search for the record button. He placed his phone down as it began to record.

“I’m c-caught again in t-the mysteryyy, y-you’re by my side, but a-are you still w-with me?” 2D squinted his eyes as he looked to Murdoc, whimpering.

The bassist cursed. He plunged forward to press his lips firmly against 2D’s neck, biting into it.

The singer flinched as he shuddered, taking in deep pleasurable breaths as he felt Murdoc’s tongue on his neck as his fingers caressing his boiling erection.

“The aa-answer’s somew-where deep iin i-it, I-I’m sorry thaa-at you’re feelin’ i-it…” He mumbled as he carried his voice gently across the room with a few low moans in between.

Murdoc pulled away to look into 2D’s eyes.

2D smiled with a bright, burning blush.

“B-But I j-juust have to t-tell that I l-loove you s-so much th-hese days.”

Murdoc’s eyes widened. It felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Those words now meant so much more to him than ever before.

“H-Have to tell you…t-thaaat I love y-you so much t-these days, i-i-it’s true.” He whined out softly, his mouth gaping open. Murdoc’s eyes burnt into his skin, his touch was irritably charming.

He quivered with a yelp as Murdoc leaned back down, roughly pumping at the singer’s erection.

“M-Muh’doc!” 2D whispered helplessly, groaning as familiar warmth of pleasure coiled along at the bottom of his stomach. He arched his back up further, nearly losing himself to the pleasure.

The vibrations mixed with the hand thrusts were enough to send the singer over the edge.

He let out loud and long melodically moans as his hips shivered. A sting of satisfaction flew through him as he hit his climax; pure bliss settled over him. He ignored his semen splattered sheet. He ignored the loud embarrassing pop sound that was made when Murdoc pulled out the vibrator.

The two stared at each other intensely.

Murdoc stood up. And he left.

2D’s smile faded.

He slowly covered his face with his shaking hands and whispered the last verse;

“My heart is in economy due to this autonomy. Rolling in and caught again…”

“Caught again.” Murdoc whispered in the depths of his own room.

{{I hope you enjoyed! Sorry if you saw mistakes… I haven't written in ages!}}

Ok so I have been wanting to just stay away from all the drama that is revolving around the ships in Yuri on Ice and just enjoy my goddamn ice skating babies but I’m really starting to get annoyed. I do not understand how people are calling OtaYuri an “inappropriate” and calling the people who ship it pedophiles just because Otabek turned 18 A LITTLE OVER A MONTH AGO. All the antis are saying that because Otabek is no longer considered a child (by American standards. I mean the dude could vote, see a rated R movie alone and buy tobacco in the US and that’s it.) the ship falls under pedophilia. But here’s the thing when I was 15 I was a dumbass kid who didn’t know shit and when I was 18 I was still a dumbass kid who didn’t know shit! (Was gonna say I was taller but I think I stopped growing around 14 😅) I was literally the same person my entire time in high school and my brain was on the same maturity level all the way up until college (now I’m just 22 and salty because I can’t enjoy a damn anime and fandom the way I used to when I was in high school). There is literally 2 and a half years between the two! By American school systems that would be a sophomore and a senior dating, which in the school I went to was a pretty normal thing! And the fact that people automatically assume that sex is gonna happen just because the two are in a relationship is by far the dumbest assumption I have ever heard.
TL;DR: OtaYuri is a perfectly fine ship. And if people, like myself, want to ship the two because of the wonderful chemistry they had in one short (but amazing) episode, they shouldn’t have to listen to all this bullshit. There is literally nothing wrong with this ship or LeoJi for that matter! However there is something wrong with people intentionally making others feel like shit for realizing the chemistry and wanting to see more of it. I think what I don’t understand the most is that I have literally NEVER seen any kind of drama like this in Haikyuu fandom when LevYaku, BokuAka, KuroTsukki, AND KyoYachi all have an almost identical age gap within the pairing as OtaYuri and a larger one than the gap between LeoJi…

Always Be the Same (Smut)

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Request: Could you do one where y/n can’t sleep because shawn is going back on tour soon so you try and wake him up and he gets kinda frustrated but you too end up having very gentle/sweet sex?

Word count: 2,231

Always Be the Same (Smut)

I tossed and turned around the bed, still not being able to sleep. I gazed over at the clock, four hours ago, Shawn had kissed my forehead lovingly goodnight, before slowly fading into his sleep.

Looking beside me, Shawn were lying on his stomach, drooling a bit on the pillow. I still hadn’t been able to sleep, not even for just a minute.

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 HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER SENTENCE STARTERS

❝  I don’t kiss and tell. 
❝ Why is your penis on a dead girl’s phone?❞ 
❝ We are so, so screwed. ❞
❝ Smile or go to jail. ❞ 
❝ And you call me immature? I’m the most grown up grown up ever compared to your dumbass.❞
❝ See, sexting pays off. ❞
❝ Someone woke up in a mood to fight this morning.❞
❝ Whatever it takes, isn’t that what you said? ❞
❝ Wow, someone has daddy issues? ❞ 
❝ You should have worn a condom. ❞
❝ Bitches be crazy. ❞
❝ You call it crazy, I call it winning. ❞
❝ I can’t sleep without having nightmares. I’m scared I might be going crazy. ❞ 
❝ Thank god I don’t have a gun or I’d shoot her myself. ❞
❝ Let the slut shaming begin. ❞ 
❝ Get me some chocolate chip cookies. I hate all this healthy food! ❞
❝ Shouldn’t I be getting some credit for trying to be a good person? ❞
❝ You said you wanted to know me. Even the bad things. ❞
❝ We’re bad people. That’s the only thing we have in common. ❞
❝ You taste like my sauce. ❞
❝ Men lie, that’s all they’re good at. ❞
❝ Honestly? I’ve got like six guys on my jock right now. I need to focus. ❞
❝ Seriously, just because my facial hair isn’t as luscious as yours, doesn’t mean I still can’t kick your ass. ❞
❝ I don’t do boyfriends. ❞
❝ You’re a misogynistic ass. ❞
❝ I think about you all the time. It’s freakin’ annoying. ❞
❝ Keep lying that good and you might actually get away with this. ❞
❝ Afraid we’ll kiss again if we’re too close? ❞
❝ Like I’d ever want to screw you. ❞ 
❝ What’s next? We change our relationship status on Facebook? ❞
❝ No woman wants to be on the receiving side of that. ❞
❝ I’m so freakin’ mad I wasn’t born gay! ❞  
❝ But here’s the thing: I love me. ❞
❝ This could take a while, wanna sneak upstairs? ❞ 
❝ I look nice, I know, but that’s just my face. ❞
❝ This works on women as well as men. ❞ 

‘I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don't want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.’

 I know this is a bit of a touchy subject and its okay if you don’t want to do this, but how would the guys react to finding out their crush is in a physically abusive relationship? thank you.

I had to do some research for this one, so apologies if some facts seem unrealistic. Also I made s/o’s boyfriend/girlfriend (and the s/o like I usually do) gender neutral.

 Possible trigger warning; Slight gore warning

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Back from all the DC hate - let the hype machine begin

This made my entire week!!!!

Matt Reeves officially will direct and produce “The Batman”

Chris McKay in talks to direct - Nightwing Standalone film which is in development

PURELY FICTIONAL. IT WAS IN MY HEAD. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE ALL TOGETHER. NO HATE.

For those ships not only Bughead but Cole/Lili as well.

What if Cole and Lili were together in real life?

Lili has known from the very beginning to not let the hate comments bother her. She knew that clearly when she signed up for this. Her life isnt exactly private anymore since it was announced that she was going to be in Riverdale. Even from the very beginning, her manager already informed her that there will be haters and different mixed opinions, she knew that but that doesnt mean that it still couldnt get to her.

“Oh god, this is getting way outta hand.” She murmured when she found twenty more hate comments that was she was tagged in.

Ewwww b*ghead sucks. @lilireinheart @colesprouse

THEY DONT HAVE CHEMISTRY! Please dont let them be endgame! @riverdale @lilireinheart

There were alot more hate comments much worse than what she has read, some were saying she wasnt pretty enough for Cole so thats why they aint got chemistry, some were just downright hateful towards their team up which made her feel very upset and confused.

Lili scrolled down, as much as it upsets her, it seems like she could not stop reading. She was so engrossed with what she has reading that she did not notice someone coming in her house.

She yelped when she felt someone wrap their arms around her waist but immediately relaxed when she turned to see who it was.

“Damn it Cole, you scared me.” She exhaled, placing a hand over her heart which was beating like crazy.

The raven haired actor smirked and gave her a small kiss on the nose, noting how cute she looked.

“What ya doin?” Cole asked when he noticed her holding her phone.

Lili realising that she still had her twitter opened, she locked her phone and threw it on a sofa nearby.

“Nothing.” Lili denied but did not sound convincing enough for Cole to believe her.

“ I could read you like a book Lil so quit lying and tell me whats going in that that pretty head of yours.”

Using his hands, he grabbed her waist and turned her towards him making their bodies pressed against each other and placed his hands on the small of her back.

She knew better than to lie to him so she took deep breaths before looking into his green eyes and placing her hands on his chest.

“I-I have been reading some comments in twitter and-” she silenced by Cole immediately knowing what it was all about.

“Baby, what did I tell you about reading those tweets?”

She looked down sheepishly, “To not.”

Lili heard him sigh and used his fingers to lift her chin up and look him in the eye.

“There are always going to be hate on the internet everywhere. We cant let it affect us.”

Lili wanted to argue, “But the fans, they dont want us to be together on screen. They’re sending us so much hate-”

“And most of them are also sending us love. Seriously have you checked your tumblr or instagram lately?” Cole chucked but continued.

“Don’t focus on the people who do nothing but hate and appreciate those who appreciates our work.”

Lili knew that Cole was right, “Yeah you’re right. I’m just a little overwhelmed but yes I’ll focus more on the positive feedbacks.”

Cole smiled and gave her a kiss which made Lili’s toes curl and felt him whisper against her lips, “I missed you.”

She smiled and pulled away from him, “Missed you more. How was the road trip with KJ?”

He laughed, “It was fun but I had to cut it early. Couldnt stand being away from you for too long.”

Lili blushed. Sometimes she wishes that they could announce their relationship in public so she could show the world how much she loved this man but she knew that it would seem unprofessional in their parts and it wouldnt sit well with most of the fans plus both wanted to keep things as private as possible though they got to be more careful since someone already saw them in the movies once. For now they would happily stay in their little bubble.

That night, Lili agreed for Cole to stay overnight since he was clearly exhausted from the road trip. She changed into her comfy Pjs and gave Cole a clean shirt of his and his boxer shorts which he made sure to leave some of his clothes just incase he was going to stay over.

Both her in the verge of falling asleep when Lili suddenly had a thought, “What if Jughead and Betty aren’t endgame?”

Cole, still feeling drowsy, answered his girlfriend, “We dont know *yawns* what will happen with their story. They’re good for each other and I hope that they are but-”

Cole paused and smiled, “In case they werent, at least you and I are.”

“What?” Lili smiled obviously knowing the answer but she still wanted to hear it from him.

She feels him tighten his arms around her, securing her safely while her head laid against his chest. He plants a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Endgame.”


I know im trash but I couldnt help it. Literally just wrote this in the train. Just humor me why dont you?