and the people around him

Blue, Gold and Red

A/N: This is pretty short, but here’s one of your prompts- a soulmate au! Enjoy!

He’s twenty four, and he hasn’t seen colour. He lives in a monochrome of black and white.

Everyone around him throws around the words green, blue and yellow, but Jughead doesn’t even know what to associate those words with.  He watches as people around him gasp in awe, delight and wonder, and part of him yearns to join them. The world of colour seems like a happy universe to be in.

He’s not colour-blind, no- he just hasn’t met his soulmate.


Jughead Jones sits in Starbucks, typing away on his macbook. New York is a busy place, and Starbucks is the last place you’ll ever find him in, but everything else is full and he needs his coffee. He needs to finish this article and email it to his boss by tonight, and he needs to meet his deadline.

He sips his pumpkin spice latte (He does enjoy them, but he’ll never admit it) as he stares at the blinking cursor on the bright screen, debating how to end it. He’s been working for an hour and a half now, and his time here at the coffee shop with annoying carols playing in the background, will soon come to an end.

Six sips later and and document proofread, saved and emailed, he shuts his laptop with a sigh of satisfaction and puts on his coat. It’s freezing now, and the snow outside is falling heavily. With a nod to the barista, he moves to the door.

He glances at the Christmas captions on posters around the entrance- “Share joy, “Cue the sleigh bells,” and can’t help but wonder what colour the poster is- he’s been told that christmas colours are red, green and white- but it’s not like he can tell the difference. His mind and heart flutter once again, wondering when his soulmate would come around. He thinks about her everyday.

But he pushes the feeling down and steps out into the biting cold, the snow crunching beneath his boots and the snow falling in crystals on his black leather jacket. He shoves his hands into his pockets,breathing in the smell of cinnamon, peppermint and coffee, mingled peculiarly with the smell of exhaust fumes and car pollution. The skyscrapers tower above him, lit up by the offices, the sound of taxi cabs, people talking and carols permeating the environment.

He closes his eyes, tilts his head up and clutches his satchel- his laptop is still warm.

Moving to New York is one of the best decisions he’s ever made. He loves the undeniable energy. He may be alone in all senses, but when he’s walking down Broadway, he doesn’t feel it so much.

Suddenly, he’s crashing into someone- maybe closing your eyes and strolling down a very busy street wasn’t the best idea- and he hears an indignant, “Hey!” He opens his grey eyes and the first thing he sees and feels is a hot liquid on the left side of his chest and arm- it’s so hot it’s almost scalding, and he winces.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” The person he’d bumped into asked. He looked up, about to reply, when he realises something’s different.

The girl’s hair isn’t grey. It’s- he doesn’t know what it is. It’s not any shade of black, white, or the fifty shades of grey in between. (He hates that book. And the movie.)

But it takes a while to process the… difference. He doesn’t know what to call it. Is this what’s supposed to be colour?

He looks at her again, and notices her eyes aren’t the usual shade of grey he’s accustomed to. They’re beautiful.

Then her skin- it’s beautiful, too. Everything about her is. Her lips, her teeth, her clothes, everything is perfect. Her hair is up in a high ponytail, not one strand out of place.

He realises she’s confused, too, perplexity and awe written all over her face, and Jughead knows that she can see it too. He won’t let himself believe it until he hears it himself.

“Can you see it?”

She nods, biting her lip and her eyes welling up. She’s not upset, though- a smile as wide as his is plastered on her face.

They turn three-sixty degrees together, taking in the vividness that’s inundating him; but he can’t and won’t stop- he realises the sky is the same colour as his jacket, the snow is the same shade as the pearly teeth of his newfound soulmate- he can’t imagine going back to his boring world now, not when he’s only had a taste of this. It’s like a drug- he experiences soare mething psychedelic, and he could immerse himself in this moment forever.

It strikes him that he doesn’t know the name of the girl standing next to him yet. Their hands are already intertwined, and he squeezed hers.

“Jughead Jones,” He says, happier than he has been in a long time.

The girl conceals a laugh- his name is ‘Jughead’, he knows. Her laugh is music to his ears.

 Suddenly, he can place the colour of his eyes- he doesn’t know how, but his instincts are taking over.They’re blue. His gaze travels down to her lips. Red. Her hair? Golden.

So the golden girl opens her red lips and her blue orbs disappear for a fraction of a second under thick, heavy lashes, and Jughead’s already falling in love. He’s found the woman he’s going to be with till he dies, and he’s already head over heels for her. She gives his hand a squeeze, as well, as she says the name that would be the centre of his attention for years to come.

“Betty Cooper.”

anonymous asked:

LOST FIC: IT WAS A BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FIC THAT I LOST. Viktor had been diagnosed with AIDS, and the story covers canon events of him and the people around him dealing with the news. And THEN HE MEETS YUURI AND FINDS HIS NEW MOTIVATION IN LIFE, and it's so amazing and wonderful I cried after the first couple words. Please help me. :(

Hi! The fic you’re looking for is Dance of the Red Death by Strange and Intoxicating -rsa- (strangeandintoxicating) and you can read it here!

(This fic deals with sensitive subject matters, please read at your discretion.)

Donnie: Lollipop

“Hi! Can I request a lollipop with Donnie please? Thanks 🌞😜" - @weirdgirlwohoo

Make out session with Donnie? No problem!


It had all started off as a regular day for Donnie. He got up, had his morning pop tart and coffee, went to morning training, and then went to his lab to fiddle around with whatever needed to be fiddled. It was a regular routine he went by for most of his life. Lately, however, another factor had come in.


It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, just… worrisome. Donnie, in all his intellect and charisma, had a terrible flaw. Attachment. He always grew close to the people around him, but you were a whole other story. You were his girlfriend. The love of his life. And the two of you were almost inseparable.


Donnie knew the chances there were of you leaving and not coming back. He’d done all the math and statistics, and he was almost certain that you’d either get tired of him, or that you’d find someone better. And that though terrified him to no end.

The point being, Donnie had been in this mindset a lot lately, and it had made him a little possessive. Okay, very possessive. You hadn’t been down to the lair for a while, due to pulling all nighters for upcoming exams, but as soon as you were back in his arms, it was gonna take a ball and chain for him to restrain himself.

That day came later than expected, but it came none the less. And the moment Donnie heard your voice, he was out of the lab like a rocket.

“Hey guys!” You greeted Leo, Raph and Mikey, only getting brief waves and hums of acknowledgement since they were playing video games. Just as you were about to call Donnie, he ran out from the lab, and picked you up bridal style. “Donnie?! What the heck are you doing?!” You asked, chucking a little.

“No time to explain.” He replied, carrying you to the lab as he flowered your cheeks with kisses. “You know I love you, right Darling?”

“What? Of coarse I do, Donnie, what are you-” You were cut off as his lips met yours, your eyes going wide from the unexpected contact before fluttering shut. As his lips danced with yours, he carefully sat you on the lab table, ignoring the glass beaker that fell to the floor, shattering, as he deepened the kiss slightly.

Meanwhile, your mind was spinning. Donnie wasn’t usually so confident when it came to initiating things like this, mostly since he wasn’t used to such intimate contact. So where on earth had this sudden burst come from? Not that you didn’t like it, but still…

You were snapped from your thoughts as he began to dip you backwards, leaving you to wrap your arms around his neck, but otherwise being dependant on him to hold you up. This, plus the fact that you could feel his tongue pressing against your lips, made you let out a small moan, causing Donnie to smirk into the kiss before gently forcing the warm muscle into your mouth. You couldn’t help but tremble slightly from the wonderful sensation as you let out another moan. By this point, your mind was blank, the feeling of Donnie’s tongue dancing with yours driving your insane as you began to claw at the back of his neck. He let out a small churr, before pulling away.

You were about to whimper from the loss of contact, before you could feel his mouth on the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. He continued this for a moment, before wrapping his lips around the flesh and sucking roughly.

“Ngh… Aah~!” You moaned, louder than you had done before.

“Shhhh…” The purple clad turtle whispered into your ear, taking a short break from attacking your neck. “We don’t want the others to hear, do we My Darling~” Before you could reply, he leant back down and bit where he’d been sucking, making you cover your mouth to hide the loud moans erupting from you.

His teeth lingered there for a moment, before he lifted his head to get a good look at you. You were a flustered mess, looking up at him with glasses over eyes as your cheeks turned bright red, your light panting filling his ears. However, there was something else in your face that caught his attention. Could it be… fear? His smirk softened into a loving smile before he leaned back down to your ear.

“Relax.” He reassured you. “I won’t go any further until your ready. I won’t push you.” This caused you to let out a small sigh, before leaning up to peck his lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


Make out sessions with Donnie unfortunately don’t happen often, only when his experiencing a more animalistic moment. However, when he does get down to business, he knows exactly how to make you purr ;)

Miscalculation (Drabble)

Kim Taehyung Spy AU! This is a drabble. (I do have a storyline behind this but I don’t know if I’m keen on writing the whole thing so here’s a little extract).

Angst x Slight gore

“Tell me where she is!” Taehyung shouted at the top of his lungs, using his baritone voice to full potential. The people around him were beat up, a mixture of blood and tears dripped down their pained expressions. He violently kicked the crouched body in front of him with no hesitation. 

“I’ll give you one more chance.” He stepped over the body and paid no attention to the man’s whimpers that cried in agony beneath him. Taehyung swiftly pulled out a knife from behind his belt and slammed it into the wooden desk that smelt of musk, barely missing his victim as his cheek bled a little from the cut of Taehyung’s bloodthirsty knife. 

He whimpered in fright at the sight of Taehyung so close to his face, his outraged stare scared him to a point he could barely keep his eyes open; let alone talk. Taehyung had no patience left in him whatsoever. He impatiently twisted the knife that was deep into the wooden table and roared loudly- forcing his victim to speak.

“I..I-I’m not completely s-sure. We..we weren’t told anything else besides-” 


Taehyung violently grasped onto the man’s hair and pulled it to make his face fully visible. He snickered, the strands of his sanity snapping- similar to the man’s hair that was tight under his fingers. The man winced in pain and was beyond terrified at Taehyung’s maniacal behaviour. 

“Tell me while I’m asking nicely.” He smiled. It looked so sincere.. that it felt threatening to a point the victim almost shat himself due to fright. He exhaled deeply due to the victim’s silence. 

“This is how it’s going to work.” Taehyung distanced himself away from the victim and walked behind the desk. 

“I’m going to count down from 10.” He said with that maniacal smile plastered across his lips. He swiftly kicked the tied-up man off the desk and watched him wince as he slammed into the ground. “And you’re going to tell me where she is… so be good. I’ll start counting…10.” Taehyung sat down on where the victim previously sat. 

“9.” The man continued to shiver in fright. There was an internal battle inside his head- should he face the wrath of Taehyung.. or his boss? 

“8.” What would happen to him if he didn’t tell the truth? 

“7.” He’d already known the answer to that question. 

“6.” He wouldn’t be alive in the hands of this murderer that was Kim Taehyung.

“5.” The man heard Taehyung’s voice get impatient by the second. Tae’s feet felt heavier as the time passed, almost stomping with each step as he circled around the desk. 

“4.. we’re getting close to your last moments.” And with that, his victim snapped.

“They took her to Japan! They flew her there because they knew you’d be coming here.” He finally spoke up. 

Taehyung crouched down and gave him a swift slap on the cheek as a symbol of thanks, the same merciless smile evident on his face. Taehyung didn’t seem to care that the man’s blood transferred onto his fingers due to the cut he obtained before from Tae’s knife.“Tell me exactly where.” 

“In Hokkaido. The famous warehouse near the Miyanomori Museum.” He spilt everything he knew. And with that, Taehyung ‘affectionately’ kicked him one last time. “Let’s work again some other time.” Taehyung laughed to himself, roping him up even more incase he escaped and swiftly left the scene with burning determination. 

anonymous asked:

It's such an uphill battle trying to love Simon when he's been a complete asshole lately. He's how old? 24? Like it's time to stop being an immature asshole. He shouldn't have played that card, yes, but it wasn't his fault that a fan made it. People even knew that the situation with Caitlin would turn into a CAH joke, it was just a matter of time before the boys ended up using it for a video. It's just sad that Simon, someone I admire and support, has yet to realize how immature he really is.

he needs to get his shit together asap for his own sake. i know that deep down he is not a bad guy i mean just watch his old videos, but it feels like now he’s just trying too hard to impress people around him and his fans it’s really sad


Which do you prefer?

The way I see it, Prince Lotor could either be a great opportunity for serious drama or just an absolute Team Rocket-style shitty villain, and either way I am 110% ready to see Voltron dropkick him into space.


Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!


Drew ♡ Akko

 Only one episode and I’m already enjoying the chemistry between these two. XD

It’s definitely following some traditional standards of shoujo-esque couples, while adding in a few non-traditional ones to make things a little more interesting.

this boy lost his mum just last december and has been put through absolute hell for seven years now, being torn down in every possible way. now he’s having to be in the presence of the same woman who was a part of his closeting from the very beginning, using him to her own benefit with no regard for his health or wellbeing. i would snap too. i’m so, so sad for him and wish i could do more. i want all the ugly people around him to burn.

Seeing a trans boy played on TV by a trans boy means so much to me. Seeing a trans boy who is portrayed as just another one of “the boys” means so much to me. Seeing a trans boy being supported by the people around him means so much to me. Seeing a trans person who isn’t portrayed as a joke in any way means so much to me. Buck Vu means so much to me.

i’d like to believe santana was worshipped some while in mexico
based on a convo had with @abdul-polnareff 

tinymira  asked:

I love the story about your parrot! a question: did he pick up on saying "I get a peanut" from the people around him saying "you get a peanut?" or from their saying "I get a peanut?" I'm trying to figure out if he got that whole pronoun and sense of self, because wow! what a bird!

He is actually pretty bad at pronouns. He often says “you want–?” when he means “I want!!” because he’s used to us asking “you want this thing?” when offering him food.

He has a lot of ways to ask for a peanut, though, and because he asks for those SO OFTEN, I made an effort to correct him and say “no, you should say, I get a peanut.” This does sometimes work, and he’s getting better at pronouns, but he still only gets them right about 50% of the time.

He always says “I poop,” though. That one he gets.

EDIT: Oh, he’s also really good at ordering us to do things by saying “you.” He’s picked that up because if he says “I turn on TV,” everyone just goes “oh, really? Good luck with that” but if he says “YOU turn on TV” someone gets up and turns on the TV for him.

anonymous asked:

okay but I just realised it has been two years since we got impossibly tiny foldable Louis being CUTE AS FUCK while texting with someone (...) on the phone in a corner of a club and I JUST NEED YOU TO SCREAM WITH ME so can you do that PLEASE ???????!!!!

I can! I CAN!!!!! Has it been two years already?? Two years sine these grainy and terribly low quality pics hit tumblr and completely took my breath away?! Pictures of Louis in a club somewhere in Bangkok, half sitting half lying down in some corner of the club, or even on a table or on top of the bar for all we know. The pictures sure didn’t give away too much but WHO CARES?? I mean LOOK AT HIM!!! 

He couldn’t care less about ‘club etiquette’, about how he should probably dance and be on his feet, mingling with the people around him, nope. This gorgeous boy just decided he wanted some time to himself to share the moment with whoever (*cough*) was on the receiving end of his messages so he simply sat down in a corner, sank down comfortably with his high tops slung over his knee, bopping to the music and smiling happily while texting on his phone, just really enjoying some time to himself in the midst of the madness surrounding him :) 

And it really doesn’t get much cuter than this does it?? Two years have passed and these pictures still knock the breath out of me because this is SUCH A LOUIS THING TO DO ISNT’T IT??! Being the most adorable and yes, foldable person out there, just enjoying his time like only he can. No wonder I’m whipped, right?

And as if that wasn’t enough, we got this equally grainy pic of Louis leaving the club looking impossibly soft and curvy and tiny and I just can’t understand how the person holding the camera didn’t pass out on the spot because LOOK: 

So to answer your question anon: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Thanks for the friendly reminder. You have officially killed me. Again… 

Jin and JK’s ‘Adult’ Poem