award for the best mom ever

Sasuke Uchiha.

- Likes animals?? Literally pets most animals he sees.
- Doesn’t follow the rules just because. Challenges authorities.
- Risked his life and chances of accomplishing his goals to save his precious person.
- Deep voice™
- All he ever wanted was justice.
- Was willing to sacrifice himself so no one would go through what he went through.
- Loves tomatoes… my heart.
- So intelligent and resourceful? Appreciate him.
- Graceful and elegant. 

 - Uses his opponent’s hands to complete the hand motions for a jutsu. 

 - Helped Konoha and the other villages during the war, he didn’t owe them anything. But he helped them nonetheless. (and saved their asses, too).

 - Best style award. No one had better outfits. 

- Trained for days restlessly to strengthen his katon no jutsu when he was a little boy.

 - Loved his brother. 

 - Loved his mom so much. 

 - “What I’m calling for, what I’m bringing forth, that is, REVOLUTION!”

- His story and ambitions were swept under the rug, I’m still heartbroken. Deserved better. 

 - His small little “heh” when he chuckles. 

- Will end you with one arm.

- Hair style icon. Name a more iconic hairstyle than his duckbutt, I’ll wait.

- Not here only for shipping material, a complex, beautiful character that stuck to his morals even as he was inches away from death.

- Not to be dramatic or anything but if it hadn’t been for him team seven would have probably died in part one.

- Had to rewatch his brother (and favorite person) murdering his family approximately half a million times throughout his life and y'all still have the nerve to call him “dramatic emo”. Leak your address I just want to talk.

- Went through everything I’ve mentioned and more through the first seventeen years of his life. Had to grow up a lot faster than anyone else.

- Defended Naruto when Sakura tried to say he was lucky for not having parents. Went to look for him because he was worried that he didn’t show up for breakfast. Spent the night training with Naruto and semi carried him home afterwards.

- Have you heard him saying Niisan.

- I love him.

the types as | people i know

esfp // always fucking with people; loves to pretend he doesn’t care what people think, secretly really does; “what could possibly go wrong?”; everything he does is spontaneous; “we have to go, there’s going to be free food”; gives great practical advice; is loyal af with close friends (but will still fuck w/ you. always)

enfp // biggest goofball daydreamer; loves harry potter more than you. seriously though; p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n; recommends the best books/art/music, and secretly gets upset when you don’t like them; has a huge woolly scarf collection; gives the best cuddles; his patronus is a golden retriever

isfp // “hey look at this painting, it symbolises me overcoming my fear of rejection”; so empathetic, will listen to you talk for hours; gives the best advice; she has the most aesthetically pleasing bedroom; fairy lights; fucking lives for inspirational quotes; owns all the self-help books; owns 4 dream catchers

infp // the shyest bean; spills out all of his thoughts when he finally trusts you (good luck w/ that); all the s a r c a s m; second most socially awkward bean (after intp) but he tries; secretly super witty; isn’t afraid to speak up for himself/his beliefs; will lowkey murder you if you cross him; *eyerolls*

estj // “the boss”; no, literally. he’s my boss; “okay guys, so this is what we’re going to do”; is super intimidating from afar; still quite intimidating up close; a l p h a  m a l e; master of getting shit done™; convinced he’s a social butterfly, is actually kinda awkward; loves spreadsheets + telling people what to do

entj // natural leader; “this is so pointless”; is very protective over her stationery; owns approx. 2389 sharpies; aggressively helpful; is better than everyone at everything (well, she thinks so anyway); organisational skills like no other, thanks to all her sharpies/post-its/lever arch files; “how is that offensive?”

istj // grumpy old man syndrome; shows affection through constant nitpicking; he only ever buys plain black socks, except for one pair w/ hotdogs on; “ugh no, that’s not how you do it, let me show you”; nearly always frowning; d a d  j o k e s; has the best dress sense (to his estp friend’s frustration)

intj // loves her cat more than you; surprisingly creative; has a youtube channel for her bullet journal; “it’s legitimately exhausting being around so many idiots”; cares deeply about those close to her; gives incredible pep talks; gets super competitive with her estj + entj colleagues. the worst loser award goes to…

esfj // mom friend who lowkey loves drama; bakes the best lemon drizzle cake; one of the most stubborn people i’ve ever met; thinks she’s not judgemental, is super judgemental; “is that weird?”; can’t help but be kind, even if she dislikes you; always making lists; simultaneously loved and feared

enfj // the reluctant leader; somehow knows when you’re sad; the most friendly, helpful cinnamon roll (until he becomes kinda over-bearing); wants to know your life story, and will tell you his; has all the friends; “it’s okay to be sad, you know”; always looking out for the little guy™; secretive about his true feelings

isfj // shy, fashionable mom friend 2.0; represses all of her feelings; communicates only via her pinterest boards; n o s t a l g i c; only goes out when her esfj friend convinces her - almost instantly regrets it; won’t admit when she’s angry; can be kinda very passive-aggressive; “i’ve missed you”

infj // your free local therapist; socialises even less than isfj; is v sensitive and kind but will drop a truth bomb on you if she has to; recommends the best poetry; is so jaded with people/life/the world; sees right into your soul; can and will quote shakespeare at the drop of a hat; fervent bookmark collector

estp // e g o; always dressed well; the final evolution of the class clown; biggest fuckboy you will ever meet; hate to love him/love to hate him; constantly a danger to his own well-being; “oh, the sling? i broke my arm trying to dumpster dive when i was drunk last weekend”; relentlessly reckless

entp // wit + ego + more wit + more ego; lives to make people laugh; always has a flirtatious glint in his eye; the awkward social butterfly; “well, it depends…”; refuses to plan anything; has a tortoise plushie on his desk called “terrance”; secretly very thoughtful and sentimental; busy defending his infp friend

istp // the fast-thinking lego meme lord; his mother tongue is sarcasm; known to wear sunglasses indoors; always contemplating borderline criminal activities out of sheer boredom; constantly sharing knowing looks w/ intp; p r a n k s; once constructed a makeshift slingshot for estp to launch paper balls at esfp

intp // your local awkward fact-dispenser; cute bookworm; owns the same oversized sweater in five different colours; “oh, yeah, i already knew that”; looks permanently disinterested; watch her eyes light up when she talks about a topic she loves; “please speak slowly, i’m exhausted”; blushes a lot

Arrow didn't deserve Laurel

Whether you loved her character off the bat, or took a few seasons to get to know her, you can’t deny that Dinah Laurel Lance drove the story of Arrow in a way no other character, including Oliver, could.

In S1E1, we see the first person he wants to see, the first thing he wants to do when given the choice to do whatever, is to go to Laurel and beg for her forgiveness. He isn’t even ready to talk about the traumatizing experiences,all he wants to do is apologize to the person who he stole everything from. Her love, her sister, and with it 5 years, as we later discover that Laurel spent a ridiculous amount of time either studying or pulling her father out of a bar.

”For all we know, Oliver could be dead and Sara certainly is, but there are people that are still alive. People who need us.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

A major plot point in S1 revolved around one question. “What happened to you on that island”. He wasn’t comfortable talking about it with diggle, his new partner. Not with his best friend, nor his sister, or with his mother. There have only been a few times where he spoke about it willingly. One being under oath at the courtroom, one while under a polygraph while under arrest, and the final time, being completely of his own free will, when he showed up on Laurel’s door, saying “I need to talk about what happened, can it be you?”

Laurel was literally what drove him on the island. Let’s not forget how both Yao Fei and Slade told him he stares at the picture too much, and if he continues he will die.

“I know that it probably sounds insane. It probably is, but Sara, she gave me this and when I wear it, it makes me want to help people like she did. Like she’s alive again.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

In S2 she had a tragic storyline. First she had to prosecute Oliver’s mom, then had to deal with severe depression and substance abuse. I don’t even think I need to remind people that she got an award for her performance at this part. Her struggles is what allowed them to bring Sara in as The Canary, and begin to introduce the tragedy that was shado’s death on the island and how traumatic it was for Oliver.All of this built up Slade Wilson, who may very well be the best villain arrow has ever had.

S3 wasn’t her best season, and that’s purely the writer’s fault. They didn’t transition her into the Black Canary well enough, and then gave her a terrible arc where for about 9 episodes she lied to her father about the fact that her sister was dead, and even disguised her voice to talk to their father as if she was Sara. Katie is an amazing actress, but this version of her was unlikable even considering how well she plays the character.

Regardless, she was suffering with her own trauma but still acted as the glue and the moral compass for everyone else. She befriended Nyssa Al-Ghul when she was practically treated as going rogue from the league, took in Thea when she discovered that Thea couldn’t handle living alone (whereas her brother just left to go play house with Felicity.) She and Roy formed an amazing duo while Oliver was presumed dead, and she took up the voice of reason for the team during the time as well, regardless of how she was suffering.

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“I’m sorry about what happened to Thea. I really am. I love your family, I always have. I just wish that sometimes you would give a damn about mine.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

Season 4 Laurel, or at least right before she died might have been the best version of her. After the arc with Constantine and Sara was resolved, she became the only one on the team who mattered to the viewer, and perhaps, the reason the show didn’t go under.

Roy was gone, Diggle was dealing with his rage and letting it out on his brother like a punching bag, Felicity was crying about something and blaming Oliver, and Oliver turned into a bitch who couldn’t do anything unless queen fefe approved. Laurel may have gone through the most traumatic experience of this time, having to go to her sister’s funeral twice only to see her resurrected twice, not to mention staying sober, yet she was the only level headed, calm and rational decision maker at this time.

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“I know that the world isn’t fair. I know it’s a terrible place where people deserve to get punished and they don’t. I just, for just one night, I needed the world to be different.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

That is, up until Guggenheim decided to kill her off and have her last words be about queen fefe.

Arrow didn’t treat her as a character right, and didn’t show Katie Cassidy, an exceptional actress who was said to be constantly training for her role as the Black Canary, any respect because of it.

Guggenheim failed this series, and they’ve failed her legacy.

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Okay, I needed to write something about kilt-wearing Jug because seriously how hot was that boy while pulling a Jamie Fraser? Very hot, I know. So, yeah, here you go, Scottish sexytimes! Also, my bae Anna aka @jugandbettsdetectiveagency has already written an incredibly steamy one-shot regarding Jug’s hotness in a kilt and Betty’s thirst for him so be sure to go check that out too, if you haven’t already! And, you know, keep a fan nearby. ;)

A/N: I kept the kilt sextimes theme but I didn’t really follow the making-up request because I was in the mood of a more fun, angst-free idea. I hope both of you still like my take on your prompts, darlings! Also, this is set in the future. Enjoy! ❤️


Scot and Bothered

A kilt.

A traditional, all plaid Scottish kilt.

Jughead Jones wearing said kilt.

Jughead Jones wearing said kilt while poun—

“I think I need a drink!”

Betty exclaims way chirpier than necessary, plastering an also way too dashing and way too fake smile on her petal pink lips, hoping that her inappropriate thoughts aren’t as crystal clear obvious as the blushing color that she’s sure is creeping on her highlighted cheekbones.  At her side, her mother raises a confused eyebrow, slightly reprimanding her daughter for indulging in alcohol that early in the evening, but Betty is way too flustered to even care about Alice Cooper’s anachronistic ladylike manners right at that moment.

“The bride and groom aren’t even here yet, Elizabeth.” With the corner of her eyes, the aforementioned Cooper can see Polly sporting an amused frown at their mother’s tone and her sister’s sudden hyperactivity.

“Well, I’m thirsty.” Not necessarily a lie, but then again this feeling low in her abdomen isn’t associated with the basic human need. “And this is a four-thousand-dollar Moet exclusively delivered in Riverdale for this day only; I wanna see what the fuss is all about.” Using Veronica’s excessive taste as an excuse, the blonde’s eyes land on Jughead once again, the words dying on her lips and she fears she is actually drooling, bringing a hand to the corner of her mouth just to be safe that nothing embarrassing is going to award her with the title of Horniest Maid of Honor anytime soon. She camouflages the action by pretending to check for any hints of smudged lipstick.

“It’s amazing, Betty.” Polly’s half-groan invades her hazy mind. “The cute bartender treated me a glass earlier and it was indeed the best drink I ever had.”

“Polly!” Alice scoffs incredulously, not happy about her daughters’ tendencies to, what in her mind she exaggerates to be, alcoholism.

“What, mom?” She shoots her an impish grin. “I’m a thirty-tree-year-old single mother that works way too much for her own good, in a wedding full of other single men that seem to be straight out of a high-nudity HBO show. Alcohol is the only thing that can help me keep my hands to myself.” Her eyes land on one of Archie’s second cousins, practically scanning him from head to toe before continuing naughtily. “Or not.” She shrugs with a wink towards them.

Alice Cooper gasps in horror, Polly giggles and Betty finds the perfect opportunity to excuse herself silently from the bantering duo.

Any other time she would have stayed to relish in the feeling of this mother-daughter easy going relationship the three of them had built from scratch over the last couple of years, offering Polly a helping hand at teasing their not so uptight anymore mother. But right now she really needs that drink and she really needs Jughead.

Yeah, she definitely does.

A penguin-dressed waiter passes her by and Betty stops him with a sweet smile, snatching a flute of champagne from his full tray, barely uttering a thank you, before plopping down on her prescribed seat on the still empty head table at the top center of the beautiful venue. The dusking sun along with a plethora of elegant white candle arrangements are illuminating prettily the Lodge’s lush green property at the outskirts of Riverdale that is decorated to perfection with the colors of pristine white and wealthy gold for the special occasion. It is truly a dreamy sight but Betty can’t really focus on anything else but the dark haired man that she calls her other half.

She knows that he is handsome; since day one, even when he didn’t believe in himself or even when nobody else did for that matter, Betty was aware that he was indeed a catch. After all those years together she also knows that he is the handsomest in dark blue or burgundy, or in the black tux (paired with a bowtie and suspenders and all) he wore on their wedding or bare-chested and only in his ratty old sweatpants or when he falls asleep next to her, weightless and sated and happy with an arm always securing her to his side.  

Yet, nothing had ever warned her for this level of hotness.

The severe blood ties of the Andrews’ family with Scotland may not come as a shock regarding the Gaelic derived surname and its members’ more than obvious trade of fiery hair but the Southern in their blood is not something they regularly advertised. So when Veronica and Archie announced, via one of their numerous wedding planning related Skype calls, to the couple consisting of her maid of honor and his best man that they had decided on a Scottish themed wedding, meaning traditional Scottish dress for any man present, Jughead all but flew out of one of their Boston apartment wide windows. He was adamant in his refusal to compromise his aesthetic for anything as surreal as him in a skirt – his words, not hers – but between his brotherly instincts towards Archie, Veronica’s insufferable pestering and Betty’s long, promising list of sex favors he finally caved. And, right now, his wife couldn’t be more in debt to her two best friends about that decision.

They arrived two weeks prior in Riverdale to help with the preparations but Betty never got the chance to see her husband in the characteristic tartan, since all the necessary fitting sessions were taking place at the Andrews’ household – Mary and Nana Andrews being the only experts that could work around the thick fabric – whereas at the same time she was needed at Pembrooke, trying dresses with the rest of the bridesmaids. And when the big day came, as per tradition, they got ready with their respective wedding parties, leaving Betty with a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering anxiously low in her stomach in anticipation for the big reveal.

Betty is sure that the state of aching arousal she was experiencing throughout the entire wedding ceremony has totally granted her a VIP front-row seat in hell.

But really she can’t help herself. Looking at him now, the center piece of her view, with a beer bottle at hand, casually chatting with Fred and two other men from the Andrews’ side of the family, she can’t think about anything else but him having her in any and all positions he desires while his lean physic is adorned with that symbol of raw masculinity. His jacket is now discarded and abandoned along with her bouquet on the seat next to her, leaving him in just a nicely formfitting button-up that stretches deliciously over his biceps with every swing he takes of his beer and a dark blue vest that hugs his hard chest perfectly, making him look elegant and very well-groomed. She can see his lean legs, strong and manly, his firm butt stretching the tartan, his loose, utterly charming grin, his slick raven hair styled in well-behaved waves – by the hairdresser Veronica had hired for the boys because, yes, she wouldn’t accept any scruffy appearances in her country chic wedding – and free from his beanie, the item not in his essential wardrobe anymore since Betty is the security blanket he ever wished and wanted, and she can hardly control her hormones at this point, the head-over-heels in love woman in her screaming to go get her man.

The bubbly drink in her hand disappears down her throat in one swift, buttons-up movement and she sets the expensive flute down with determination, before storming off towards him, a sea of blue swinging urgently but elegantly around her golden sandals. Jughead’s whole face lightens up with a wide smile as long as he notices his ethereal angel walking over to him.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I really need to steal my husband for a moment.” Polite as always, Betty casts her best good girl smile at the older men, who of course immediately fall for her charm and reciprocate it. Jughead curls proudly an arm around her waist as she leans to his side, sending him a loving look.

“All yours.” Fred raises his arms, giving permission with his typical kind smile, a tad more elated due to the day. “He’s not that good of a company to begin with.” He jokes good-heartedly, earning cheerful laughs from everyone around and a fake offended eye roll from the man that he considers his second son, while the couple takes some steps away from the small group.

“Everything alright, love?” Jughead wonders what type of emergency needs his assistance, lightly caressing her hip in affection.

Betty shushes him with a chaste but fierce kiss that takes him a tad off guard, feeling her snatch the beer bottle from his hands to abandon it somewhere before taking hold of one of them to drag him behind her. “Just, come with me.” Her words are hushed and they hide some kind of desperation that Jughead struggles to comprehend as of why and he is about to question what’s going on in panic only to be guided behind the big stage that is set at the other end of the large property of land, where a popular indie band – that Jughead has never heard before but apparently they are pretty big and very good friends with the groom – and probably Archie at some point in the night are going to perform. As of now, a DJ straight from New York is entertaining the guests and Jughead is utterly confused about why Betty and he of all people are needed backstage.

When his back collides with the black soundproofing wall and his wife is kissing him in frenzy he is definitely not confused anymore.

Elizabeth Cooper Jones, what are you doing?” He gasps in mock scandal but with a surprised smirk on his face, upon pulling back for air. She ignores him and his tone, her hands roaming all over his torso in need and her lips trailing light teasing kisses on his neck, feeling a faint groan vibrate against her lips that makes her smile. “This is a public place, there’s a wedding venue full of people literally meters away and” he uses her shoulders to push her back to look at him, a mischievous glint in his baby blue eyes as he continues in an incredulous whisper “your son is out there.” The five-year-old mini version of him, also dressed in the traditional dress every man is sporting today, left the side of his beloved dad in search for his cousins minutes before Betty had stormed over to abduct him, Jughead being a tad wary to be doing what he assumes his blonde tempress wants them to be doing in a place where the little menace can easily walk in on them while running around.

Betty brings him for another passionate kiss while her hands fist his vest against his hard pecs, her female, more rational and calm nature not getting easily intimidated like him. “It’s a secluded area, everyone is too wrapped up in the champagne that’s going around to notice us gone and our son is playing treasure hunt with Reggie.” She crosses his concerns out one by one, her whole body rubbing deliciously against his, Jughead gripping her hips for dear life as she leaves open-mouthed kisses at his jawline.

“I knew my kid would end up weird.” He murmurs as he looks stoically to the side and sighing, half in comic self-doubt about his parenting and half in arousal that is now creeping in full force because of his wife’s treatment.

“Well, after his growing crush on Cheryl of all people, I think Reggie is the least of our worries.” She replies nonchalantly against his lips, hands cradling his cheeks. “Now, kiss me.” He doesn’t need to be told twice, his lips crash on hers in lightning speed and she whimpers at the taste of beer and true authentic Jughead Jones flavor in her hungry mouth.

“Seriously, Betts, what’s gotten into you?” his words dance in a murmur against her parted lips as they change the angle of their kiss, their bodies pushing and pulling in an intensely compelling manor that has her dizzy and more than ready for him.

“Have you looked yourself in the mirror?” Betty groans in frustration, tugging at his down lip and causing him to buck up against her, following her sinful mouth even if it is barely an inch away from his. She utters her next words in a desperate sigh, slender fingers nesting in his raven locks, as she feels the tale tail heaviness of his hard-on against her stomach. “You’re hot, Jughead Jones, you are my husband and right now I can’t concentrate on anything else but how damn sexy you are, baby.” She moans faintly before kissing him again, bruising and demanding, the flat of her tongue delivering a lewd caress against his that has him groaning and attacking her with more force, his hands on her hips becoming fists and painfully grasping blue silk and tantalizing curves.

The kiss is dirty, full of teeth and tongues and wet sounds and right at this moment she is neither the loving mother of his child nor his superwoman wife. She is the sensuous mistress he always got to have in his bed and that is driving him insane.

But Jughead Jones is a man of control and just like that the tables are turned, Betty’s lungs being left without any ounce of air as she’s now the one trapped between the wall and his hot body.

“Jesus, love, is this about the kilt?” he hisses, pulling back to take her in, swollen, lipstick-free lips, crimson cheeks, eyes deep meadow green from wanton lust. What wins his attention at the end is the up and down movement of her breasts as she pants heavily, silently begging for more.

“It’s about everything that’s under that kilt.” His blonde angel muses in a sultry whisper, circling her center against his growing erection, the action forcing him to chew on his down lip in agony and look up at her with a deep manly sigh. “And under that shirt and inside that beautiful mind and about your hair that is killing me today” she groans around the word for emphasis, throwing her head back before grabbing his chin, manicured nails clawing his clean shaved jawline “and that grin that should definitely be illegal.” Jughead gives her the boyish grin she adores, a tad flattered and a lot turned on by her behavior, Betty leaning up to chastely kiss his grin away. “The Highlander array is just a bonus; a very dirty, fantasy-coming-to-life bonus.” Her eyes are roaming over his body, insatiable and predatory, and she has to have him now, she needs to, or else she will explode in a million tiny pieces because of how much she wants him.

“After fifteen years of being together you never cease to surprise me, Betty Cooper.” Jughead sighs in utter love and devotion, cradling her cheeks, ready for a deep kiss. “God, I love you.” He groans and then there is silence.

Their urgent lips move together in-sync, tongues sliding sexily over one another in a dizzy rhythm, mouths opening wide to fit perfectly together and ravish each other. He is sucking on her bottom lip, biting it, soothing it with sensual swipes of his tongue and she is gasping, yeaning to finally have him inside her, his sinful lips making her wetter by the minute, as she keeps bucking her hips against his in frenzy. Betty gives his tongue a wet and filthy suck, twirling the tip of her own tongue against its tip and Jughead’s cock recognizes the action from all the times she is on her knees or bent over him with her glorious ass in the air, the now painfully erect member twitching between them and making them both moan heavily inside each other’s mouth. A forceful squeeze is delivered against her ass, his fingers digging on the round flesh with vigor and Betty’s teeth graze the inside of his lower lip as her nails scratch his scalp, causing him to growl low in his chest and slap the already irritated skin of her behind.

Their lips disconnect as she moans in bliss, biting her lip to block the sound, Jughead letting a dark chuckle as he goes to unbutton his vest in a hurry.

“No, no, no, don’t unbutton anything, don’t take anything off.” His wife stops him instantly, her soft hands shooting to grab his wrists as he looks at her perplexed with raised eyebrows. “I want you like that, so dapper and gentlemanly handsome, while you fuck me hard and fast like you only know how.” She explains in a dirty whisper, the tip of her tongue curling upwards while swiping sensually across the center of his lips, Jughead pinning her hips to the wall almost painfully.

His lips curl in a wicked smirk. “You want your typical rough treatment, baby girl, don’t you?” he teases her with his hoarse, sex voice and pupils dilated and pitch black because of how much and how rough he wants her. “Hold your dress up for me.” He orders as he braces her against the wall, curling a hand at the back of her knee and hitching her slender leg over his hip. Betty grins flirtatiously, a faux innocent look on her pretty eyes, as she slides her dress up and stops when the hem is barely covering the heat between her thighs.

Jughead curses under his breath; not only does he has the perfect view of her long legs there is also not a single hint of lace. “God, no panties?” his head snaps up to look at her in pleasant surprise, the intensity in his graze making her even weaker in the knees. “Are you trying to kill me, Mrs. Jones?” a teasing smirk plays on his lips, his forehead dropping against hers as his large palm roams from the back of her thigh to the now bare skin of her ass.

“If you haven’t notice this dress is way too formfitting and tight…” Betty shrugs in fake naivety and he would have believed that her intentions were pure if, one, he didn’t know her at all, and two, if her fingers weren’t tugging at the waistband of his kilt, dangerously close to his threatening to explode erection.

“Oh, I’ve noticed.” He breathes against her slightly agape lips. “Trust me, I sure as hell did.” The blue floor-length gown not only complimented her natural beauty but it fitted her like a glove, hugging her curves in a way that had his mouth run dry from the first moment he saw her earlier that evening, not able to stop himself from ogling her during the entire ceremony. This was the first time Jughead felt grateful to Veronica Lodge.

“Too bad that you didn’t feel the need to honor the tradition of no undergarments under a kilt.” Betty pouts in actual disappointment, licking her lips as her eyes flick momentarily at the place that rests against her open legs.

“Flashing the whole town of Riverdale and half the population of New York was not in my evening plans.” Her husband states in his usual sardonic manner, before continuing impishly. “Plus, I didn’t want to force Archie into a serious case of inferiority complex on his wedding night.” The joke holds some male pride but the humor falls short when Betty’s hand drops to grip his long member while she breathes a short giggle.

“Yeah, that you’d definitely do.” Her filthy whisper mingles with his shaky pants as she palms him heavily over the woolen material of the kilt, his hips circling against her tiny hand while he slightly roars and dives for her neck. He is careful not to leave a mark so he just leaves wet trails and goosebumps caused by his hot breath against her skin, an arm curling around her waist to hold her flat against him and the fingers of his free hand sneaking between them. He finds her ridiculously soaked and his teeth close involuntarily around the neckline of her dress against her collarbone, both moaning at the sensation.

“Fuck, babe, you’re dripping.” Jughead looks down with a low groan as he notices even the inside of her thighs glistering with need, watching two of his long fingers slide effortlessly inside her knuckle-deep, stretching her good and proper. She melts against his body and drops her head back with a high-pitch sigh, her hips rising up to meet the push and pull of his fingers, desperate to ease her dark desire.

Betty grabs his wrist and looks at him with hooked eyes. “Inside me. Get inside me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His fingers slip out of her burning heat, waist arching in a perfect bow at the loss of contact, before they get buried again but this time inside the wet abyss of her mouth. Betty groans at the sudden and filthy invasion and Jughead does too in a sexual haze as he feels her nibble and suck and bite his skin until there is not a single drop of her feminine essence on them. She frees them with a wet pop that causes his already foggy mind to short-circuit before his lips attack hers, Jughead tasting the salty flavor of her arousal on her tongue, a naughty sensation that always has him yearning to pound into her raw and rough until she isn’t able to walk straight.

Together they work on getting rid of his boxers all the while practically eating each other out passionately, his black underwear finally sliding down his legs to pool on his polished shoes in careless abandon. Betty pushes the offending material of his kilt against his flexing abs in a hurry and when his iron hard cock lands with a delicious tap against her sensitive clit they both lose it, her gasping loudly and him grunting inside their heated kiss.

He slides into her all the way with a hard trust, the delicious fullness of his hard member making her legs shiver and her mouth open in a shocked soundless moan. She is soaking wet and burning hot and Jughead feels his own knees buck at the sensation as he begins thrusting inside her, curt and intense, drawing out of her lips filthy moans and erotic sighs. One of her hands sneaks behind him and grips his ass, fingers digging on the tartan material to urge him forward faster, deeper, each time buried to the hilt and grazing that sweet spot that he always finds expertly and makes her lose any sense of sanity.

“More, Juggie, please. Fuck me harder.” She is a whimpering mess as she withers against him, her eyebrows knitted together in pleasure and her lips open wide, and of course he can’t resist her, he grabs her hips for leverage and he starts pounding into her forcefully and wild, licking the droplets of sweat that run down the front of her neck while groaning at how tight she is around his throbbing cock.

“You like that, baby girl, huh?” he wants to bite her, mark her, litter her with bloody red love bites and his teeth graze her pulse point, her tiny muscles sucking him inside her as a reflex, causing him to utter a sinful fuck against her skin. His calloused hand slides at the other side of her neck and then sneaks at the back of it, undoing the knot that holds her pretty dress and yanking the neckline down, her right breast escaping the silk prison with a mouthwatering jiggle. “Shit, baby, you are so sexy.” Jughead spats coarsely, voice deep and raspy from the sexual haze he is in. His thump moves to toy with the exposed and perky nipple, rubbing tightly and then pitching the sensitive nerve-ending, and Betty’s leg that is still on the ground holding her weight gives out as she moans loudly, Jughead wrapping their lips in a wet kiss to shush her.

With his nails digging at the back of her other thigh, he urges both her legs to wrap around his waist, her holding him captive inside her hotness and him effortlessly holding her up against the wall. He claims her lips once again and they both moan in unison as his cock finds a new angle inside her, rubbing whatever it is that makes her long legs shivering violently and her head a mess of foggy clouds.

“You’re taking me so deep, Betts; you’re always so fucking good to me.” He continues with the dirty talk they both overly enjoy, burning her inside and out and quickening his now forceful thrusts, Betty biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, knowing all too well how vocal she always is and certainly not wanting to cause a scene.

“Right there, please…” she whines, eyes closed and frown in tack, her lips opening in a silent large O, as her head is thrown back and her golden locks cascade down her waist. “A little bit more…” Her nails are clawing the soft material of his pristine white shirt on his biceps, the flexing of his strong muscles as he holds her up tightening the knot low in her abdomen. His thick member feels heavenly inside her, her clit is brushing teasingly against his adbomen and the itchy material of the plaid kilt is offering a weird but all together incredible sensation against the soft skin of her thighs, leaving her minutes away from seeing every star and every planet behind her shut eyelids.

Betty orders herself to look at him; he is leaning against her tall and trim, only slightly disheveled and with that Scottish attire intact, looking like the definition of a gentleman but fucking her like an animalistic caveman. Every on point thrust of his hips, every flick of his thump against her hard nipple, every hoarse moan and every deep pant appears to be effortless, calculated to bring her immense pleasure, like he is a natural at fucking her brains out and, damn straight, he is and Betty can feel the upcoming high of her climax right through her bones. The long moan that escapes her next can make any porn star feel self-conscious.

Jughead’s grunt is nearly painful. “Come on, do it, squeeze the fuck out of me.” His forehead drops on her chin and he looks down to where they are connected, his legs buckling at the image of his hard cock glistering with how wet he makes her as it disappears in and out of her in a rapacious manner. His thump comes to rub her clit with no mercy, Betty anchoring herself from his shoulder blades with a low erotic sigh, her toes curling and her body stiffening as he is getting her right on the edge.

“Come. Come hard around me, baby.” He murmurs on her neck before biting hard on her jawline and giving her one harder thrust, his wife shaking to oblivion as her orgasm crashes violently, her back arching right to his face and her hips spasming again and again from all the high he is offering her. A long deep moan of his name escapes her and Jughead clasps a hand against her mouth to block the sound, feeling his own self tiptoeing on the edge when she bites on the inside of his middle finger, her sultry muffled sounds turning all his blood into a fountain of lust.

Betty can feel him twitching inside her through her own waves of pleasure and his thrusts getting demanding and sloppy as his heavy breaths quicken and deepen, a sign she came to recognize many years ago as his upcoming undoing.

“Do it, Juggie.” she leans to whisper against his ear, still spasming from the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, her muscles tight as a vice around his pulsing cock, coaxing his release. “Come and let me feel you inside me.” And that’s all it takes for him to comply, her warm wetness, her filthy words and her erotic sighs, his release erupting in full force as he stills inside of her, his fingers bruising her hips and his mouth leaving deep manly grunts against the hollow of her collarbone.

They take some minutes to slow down their heartbeats and relish in the feeling of this blissful aching, Jughead pulling back from her neck once his breathing is close to normal to offer her a sated lopsided smile before kissing her lazily but sensual, once she reciprocates it with a lightheaded slime of her own. He reluctantly pulls out of her, both complaining at the loss of skin to skin contact inside their slow make out that ends after a while with some loving pecks. With a satisfied sigh Jughead reaches down where Betty’s beige and gold clutch is abandoned, retrieving some tissues to clean the both of them, not even trying to hide the proud smirk that still curls on his lips every time at the evidence of him against her glistering center, this time that smirk being intensified by the sight of redness at the inside of her creamy thighs due to the rough material of his kilt. They smile at each other in a knowing manner and then he lowers her to the ground, helping her with securing the knot that holds her neckline of her dress up behind her neck while she fixes the rest of her appearance.

Jughead is moments away from sliding his boxers up his legs but she is faster than him, yanking them off his legs, almost making him trip on his own feet. When he sees her twirling the material around her pointer in a teasing manner, he raises an eyebrow at her.

“I’m keeping those.” Betty informs him cockily, folding his underwear hastily and shoving it into her clutch. Jughead goes to object, terrified about the possibility of him walking around in a crowded venue with nothing securing his manhood, but she curls her arms around his neck, brushing her lips against his. “The night is still young, dear husband; and this was only a small preview.” Her tone is sexy and full of promises, her hand sneaking down to cheekily squeeze his butt while winking at him, and Jughead reluctantly smirks intrigued down at her as a shiver runs down his spine, the little minx leaving a sugary sweet kiss against his slight parted mouth.

She turns to leave just as a loud commotion starts echoing amongst the crowd at the wedding reception. He watches her go, the clicking of her heels tantalizing him just as much as the extra sway on her hips, his beautiful wife patting the side of her head to smooth any wild locks ruining her hairstyle and betraying their naughty shenanigans, throwing him an authentic Betty Cooper smile over her shoulder, the smile he fell in love with when he was five and he didn’t quite know that his life would turn out to be so brilliant.

He smiles back, boyish and youthful, a single thought creeping around his still disorientated mind.

“God, my wife is hot.”

My top 5 Kunoichis

5. Hinata Hyuga

  • she wears her heart on her sleeve and I respect that. 
  • Still confused on wtf her hair color is. 
  • Delicate flower but can still pulverize u, noob. 
  • Chakra points crusher co-co-co-combooo. 
  • In dire need of a stylist, tbh. I VOLUNTEER.
  • Her crippling shyness struck us hard cuz u know deep down u can relate to that shit. 
  • Her love for Naruto is either adorably romantic or terrifyingly stalker-like, and I love it either way. 
  • Naruto would be like, restraining-order-no-jutsu! Just a joke. jeez lighten up.
  • Whenever i look at her angelic face it makes my non existent dick so hard and i dunno whyyyy wtf is this withcraft?!

4. Sakura Haruno

  • let’s be honest, there is a lot of hate and flak about her…and frankly my dear i don’t give a damn.
  • She does not deserve that kind of treatment. 
  • She already proved she is a fucking titan. Ya just can’t mess with her.
  • She can rip yo asshole in half and would still have time to rip u another asshole, too. 
  • SHE AIN’T THE SAME CRYBABY AS BEFORE THO SHE STILL IS, MAYBE JUST A LITTLE BIT. Have u seen the op & ed songs of the series? Why is she always crying? 
  • Tsunade is so proud that she surpassed her in every way. Maybe not in the chest area though. FOR THAT she is relieved.
  • She bloomed into one of the greatest shinobis of her generation. 
  • Pink hair, don’t care. Fabulouuusss

3. Kushina Uzumaki 

  • She is the OG. All hail supreme goddess! 
  • She’s got guts, strength, charm and a nine-tailed beast cursed inside of her so ya better watch out, fam. 
  • Heart of gold
  • Her WARM SMILE just lights up the perpetual darkness in my soul.
  • Dominated, conquered all them haters with her fierceness
  • MinaKushi is definitely relationship goals. 
  • I cry everytime she and naruto have their family moments in the series. It’s like they remind me that I ain’t dead inside yet & that comforts me a lot. 
  •  Easily has the best mom award hands down.

2. Tenten  

  • She will smack all the sense into you when you really need it. She is practically your idiot-avoidance therapist. be grateful
  • Oriental Aesthetic.
  • She is a lowkey comedian. I snicker at the thought of her traditional humor. Yeah fuck you, kishimoto she is hilarious af in my headcanon
  • The big sister you wish you had. 
  • Dayum her fashion sense is always on point, teach me sensei. 
  • Lee’s own anchor, believe me he needs it. 
  • She does not have a surname and we all know people with only one name are fucking lit. (Madonna, Beyonce, Adele, Eminem, Prince… Enya?) wtf
  • Her hard work and determination gives me hope. 
  • Weapons Merchant in the streets, Weapons dominatrix in the sheets. 
  • underneath those cute chinese hair buns and soft brown eyes are heaps of badassery & metal tools that will kill yer sorry ass. 

1. Ino Yamanaka 

  • well, obviously were u even that surprised? Beauty, brains & talent all rolled into one gorgeous creature.
  •  An overachiever, she is a botanist, a skilled medic, a housewife, topnotch interrogator, owns a flower shop, probably the head of her clan. Like wtf ino how do u do it? I can’t even balance jack shit in my life. 
  • SHIPPER’S PARADISE. I ship her with literally anybody. Just not with Akamaru but, if that floats your boat then you better get checked right away, hun.
  • I wanna know her brand of lipstick, Girl knows her make up, SALUTE.
  • Miss Sunshine to all, Miss Annoying to Shikamaru. 
  • Her mind games will fuck you up.
  • You secretly wish she was your bestie in real life too pls don’t deny it. 
  • Her knowledge of flowers and their meanings tho. 
  • I have a soft spot for sky blue eyes i’m so sorry. Nope not even sorry at all.
  • Beware, her loud mouth has no stop signal. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your stories❤️ can you please do an imagine where y/n is also a celebrity and they meet on the red carpet with harry styles and then you know he really likes her at first sight and all that cheeky stuff😂 I would be really grateful. Thanks x

MTV Video Music Awards (Harry Styles Imagine)

Summary: Y/N is a celebrity at the MTV Video Music Awards on the red carpet. While on the red carpet, she meets a flirty Harry Styles who smitten with her at first sight.

Requested: yes

Warnings: no

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested this! I hope you enjoy it! Requests are open! Thank you for all the support you’ve been giving me!

“Y/N, how does it feel to be nominated for five awards? Let me list them off you if you don’t already know: best female video, best collaboration, best pop video, best cinematography, and brand new artist!” Chelsea from Clever News asks excitingly.

“It feels absolutely incredible! I don’t even know what to think. It’s just crazy that a few years ago I was sitting at home with my mom watching the VMAs, and now I’m here, and I’m nominated for awards! It’s just incredible!” Y/N says.

“Do you have anything to say to your dedicated fans?” Chelsea asks.

Y/N looks into the camera and says “Thank you guys so much for everything! From buying my album, requesting my songs on the radio, and just being the best fans in the world! I love and appreciate every single one of you, never, ever forget that! You all mean the world to me!”

“You are so adorable, Y/N. Good luck tonight!” Chelsea says as she hugs Y/N.

“Thank you so much! Love you Chelsea!” Y/N says as she hugs Chelsea goodbye.

As Y/N is walking off the platform to walk inside since she’s done with her interviews, One Direction is walking up. Harry Styles reaches out his hand to help Y/N walk down the platform safely because of her long dress and high heels.

Thank you” Y/N says as she takes his hand blushing.

“My pleasure, Y/N” Harry says as Y/N steps down from the platform carefully.

When they are at the same height Harry says “Congratulations on your incredible nominations and you look stunning tonight.”

Thank you! Congratulations on yours too! You will guys will probably win best pop video. And you don’t look too bad yourself tonight.” Y/N says looking down at the ground shyly from the beautiful green eyes looking into hers.

“Harry! Stop flirting with Y/N get up here!” Liam jokingly yells.

Harry chuckles and walks past a blushing Y/N, but before stepping up, and whispering in Y/N’s ear, “When you win best pop video, make sure you give me a hug, love.”

Harry walks up to the interview platform, leaving Y/N blushing walking into the stadium.

~Inside Madison Square Garden~

“And the winner for best pop video is” the presenter creates suspension.

Y/N sits there with her leg jumping up and down, and picking at her nails.

“Y/N!” they announce.

The camera pans over to Y/N in just udder shock with her fans screaming around her as she walked up on stage. She hugs the presenter and takes the award as she walks up to the mic with shaking hands.

“I’d like to thank every person who voted for me. Everyone that watched the video, bought the song, my family, friends, and the fans who have been there every step of the way. This award wasn’t just won by me, but by us! This is our award! I love you guys so much, thank you!” Y/N says excitingly into the mic.

After looking out at the cheering crowd for split second to take the moment in, she exits the stage.

When Y/N enters backstage so she can take a picture with her award, she feels two arms wrap around her waist from behind her. As she looks back and up she sees the most beautiful green eyes looking into hers.

“I told you you’d win, beautiful.” He says

“But” he now whispers into Y/N’s ear “you never ended up giving me that hug” kissing right below her ear.

“I’m sorry” Y/N says “I was just so excited…”

Harry interrupts her by turning her around to face him and saying “It’s okay, love. You can make up to me tonight. Dinner, you and me, to celebrate the big win. What do you say?”

Y/N taps the side of her mouth like she’s pondering the idea, then breaks out into a smile,

“I’d love that”

Pokemon characters described simply (based off the games)
  • White: angry ponytail and razor shorts who has to be the neutralizing force between Cheren and Bianca; prone to disappearing acts of at least 2+ years at a time
  • Black: generic BW interpretation of Red; follows White around and usually runs into her because he doesn't pay attention
  • Serena: French girl stereotype whose got the ponytail of White but no curl; all treble and no bass in that pony; the nagging mom friend who thinks she sees and knows all
  • Calem: cool boy stereotype who thinks hats are overrated as well as everyone around him; misplaced sense of arrogance and pride
  • Red: the original Pokemon master - should be feared but also questioned for his lack of suitable attire for staying up on Mt. Silver
  • Blue/Green: cocky v-neck asshole suppressing his sexuality under layers of insults towards Red
  • Leaf: shady hat, sweaters on her legs, and generally won't put up with everyone's shit; so done with Green in every way
  • Cheren: salty mom figure; learned his multiplication tables at age 3; has no idea what empathy is most of the time; be the very best like no one ever was
  • Bianca: actual, radiant bundle of sunshine; character development is A+; best friend of the year award; likes to help people; as a result, is attracted to lost causes
  • Lyra: lives to get under Silver's skin; tomboy fashion icon; hides under Lance's cape and causes trouble
  • Silver: angst but as a person; "it's not a phase, mom"; reluctant to admit that he is wrong; just needs a hug honestly
  • Ethan: the likeable kind of cocky; sometimes; "making my way downtown" *trips and falls and rolls down the hill*
  • Dawn: so done with everything; fashion is on point; poster child for selective listening, thanks to Barry; likes nature
  • Barry: GOTTA GO FAST; horseshoe hair; dresses like a prep but does not conduct himself like one; talks 24/7; supportive friend tho
  • Lucas: Professor Rowan's 5 senses in his old age; a lab assistant who got "lucky enough" to get promoted; smarty tardy
  • Shauna: indecisive silliness; kept inside most of her childhood but yearns for love, friendship, romance and basically a shoujo manga life; wants to do all the things
  • Tierno: would rather own a club than be a trainer; gotta party like it's 2012 up in here; always up for a good time; he has literally no other characterization
  • Trevor: pls do not fight; his hair is a protective helmet from bullies; read during recess always
  • Rosa: smiles all the time without even being aware; ditzy but could easily kill a man, probably by accident; trips over air; has a big dumb crush on like five people
  • Nate: just trying to live his life; never asked for any of this, but that weird hairstyle did; team plasma were like moths to a flame; sighing
  • Hugh: eats, sleeps and dreams revenge; best older brother you could ever ask for tho; gotta go fast; hair is a qwillfish; under the impression that those pants were a good choice
  • Lance: gay for Dragonite; wants to be Red; still pretty cool even if he's not; plays dungeons and dragons with the so-called Blackthorn Dragon Taming Clan; wears a cape because why the fuck not
  • Steven: powered by rocks and minerals alone; his name is a pun that he doesn't seem to acknowledge; pretty boy who went to private school; tuxedo mask; too much money; cries at Steven Universe episodes; wants to be a Crystal Gem
  • Cynthia: Too cool for school, but went anyway; every guys dreams girl; too bad she's gay; yeah, you heard me; fashion is on point; rocks that long ass fur-trimmed coat better than any model ever could; so strong omg
  • Iris: kawaii catgirl princess that tames dragons and is capable of mass destruction; protector of Bianca; eater of ice creams; runs a pastel anime blog in spare time
  • Ghetsis: should've died in the war of 1812; too bitter and mean for this world; 10/10 would get written up by child protective services; the deadly sin of wrath as an old, decaying man with green horns for hair
  • Colress: Internet fucking Explorer; morals? what morals; did it for the science; was never meant to escape the lab; idolizes Team Galactic fashion
  • N: green haired trash baby; daddy issues; only talks to his pets; needs therapy; won't pick the twigs out of his hair
  • Lysandre: *Thom Yorke voice* "but I'm a creep..."; throws away entire drawing if he gets one line a little bit wrong; trendsetter; suppressed angst and self-loathing
  • Cyrus: thousand yard stare; *marina diamandis voice* "teach me how to feel...real."; lost all faith in humanity
  • Archie: wants to wrestle Kyogre; don't look at me like that, you know I'm right; has a big gay crush on Maxie; was once a pirate, then decided it was time for a more "streamlined" *cough cough*-- SPANDEX-- approach; major muscle man
  • Maxie: skinny tadpole who hates water and acts like he hates Archie; that is a blatant lie; he's totes gay for that fish man; the only person to actually pay attention in earth science
  • Giovanni: *evil cackling*; closest thing to American gang evil that you can imagine; ???has a son that ???... what even is that relationship; Al Capone of Pokemon (idk who that is really but I think he was a mafia dude or something)

Watch out YA world – there’s a new gun-slinging, audacious heroine on our hands in Alwyn Hamilton’s new release, Rebel of the Sands. We checked in on Twitter to see what readers thought about Amani and her adventures in Miraji – and it turns out we’re not the only ones in love. Read on for 15 of our favorite reactions to Rebel of the Sands

Is there anything more beautiful than falling in love with a book that your friend recommended you? 

True: there is a lot of sand in this book, and the desert setting is awesome.

Motion to eliminate sleeping from the list of basic human needs? 

It’s ok to cry at perfection. In fact, we encourage it.

It’s just that good. Also you got this Lauren!!

Amani and Jin = #goals.

Where’s the award for best book dedication?

Step 1 after finishing this book: recruit friends to obsess with you.

Also your mom.

Noted: this book has the power to end reading slumps. 

Don’t let go. Just hold on. Forever.

Yeah, sequel anticipation sets in pretty early on once you open this book. And definitely kicks in when you meet the Buraqi!


Wait…this is one of the saddest things we’ve ever seen. Fear not, Maddy, the sequel will be here before you know it!

Agreed. Amani slays.

Ready to read? Start Rebel of the Sands here!

ok, so, umm, i’m not really a guy of many words normally, i don’t really normally do the speeches. but obviously i have to say thank you for this, this is an amazing evening.

i’m massively honoured to be here tonight. it’s incredibly humbling to accept an award on the same stage as some people that i’ve looked up to throughout my entire life, iconic people such as shah rukh khan. and to be gifted this award by one of my best friends, naughty boy, was also an amazing thing.

tonight’s about thanks, i want to thank god for allowing me to be able to do what my dreams were. i’d like to thank my mum and dad for making me asian and allowing me to have some sort of an effect on the asian community, it’s a massive honour.

i’d also like to take this moment to thank four of the best guys that i ever met, whilst being in the band and doing all the amazing things that i did, some of the things that we did will stay with me for the rest of my life and i thank you for that. and, yeah, here’s to the future. thank you very much for everything tonight.

—  zayn’s acceptance speech x
  • Little Yang: Let's play a game Mommy!
  • Raven: Okay Yang what do you want to play?
  • Little Yang: Hide and seek!
  • Raven: Alright turn around and count to ten.
  • Raven, years later: *appears out of nowhere to attack Neo* Oh crap, is that Yang? Darn, she finally found me, better get out of here before she wakes up. I'm so good at this game. Best Mom Ever Award right here.

honestly. honestly. fuuma/seishiro friendship (for a given value of “friends”) is so incredibly important to me

they hate each others guts kind of?? seishiro only has like three quarters of a single emotion ever but at least two thirds of that three fourths is dedicated to fanciful daydreams of fuuma collapsing a steel beam only for it to fall on himself. whoops, oh, too bad. what a shame (seishiro probably is thinking). fuuma is the only other person besides like, hokuto sumeragi, who is a gift and a miracle in her own right, to ever correctly get a read on seishiro. he likes to push people to be their best by making them be their worst which is like pretty terrible or whatevs but that’s why he’s the end of the world incarnate.

what do these unimaginably powerful and terrifyingly competent men do? they have dinner dates. they talk shit about each other via passive-agressive one-upping like stereotypical suburban moms whose children are on opposite teams in the neighborhood intramural badminton league and can’t stand having their lemon squares being outdone at the league awards dinner. “let’s go out for crepes” one says. “oh but we must hurry” says the other, “for the world is ending after all, isn’t that inconvenient.” “haha, so true” says the first. disgusting, all of it. no one else is around to see this joke happen it is literally an eternal string of “I know you know that I know” etc etc.

and clamp understands this. they hate me, an innocent reader, but god do they understand me. what I wanted from this X interaction was this to continue sans the destruction of Tokyo. (which…. still happened in tsubasa. but. whatever.) now they’re brothers! yes! now they snark abt vampire twins and age differences because that’s how siblings are! hell, yes!

seishiro is for whatever reason shorter than fuuma??? I am dead on this floor right now, because seishiro got short and I bet a year of my life on fuuma never letting him live it down. he’s a vampire now hell never grow. this is Eternal and fuuma will enjoy it

AND NOW THEY GO FOR DRINKS ON THE BEACH LIKE SHITTY TOURISTS??? does seishiro fall asleep in the sun only to find himself abandoned and buried in sand. did fuuma find all his normal clothes replaced with tacky tourist tees and that is why he is dressed this way. what shenanigans have they caused. do they have a body count. did fuuma take pictures of seishiro carrying the arm because I goddamn well hope so


jacksonwang852g7: 오늘 “웨이보 시상식” 에 이렇게 큰 상을 주셔서 정말 영광스러워요. Sina 정말 감사해요 저한태 이게 정말 큰 선물이에요.
우리 사랑하는 엄마 아빠 너무 감사해요. 아들 로서 제일 원하는것은 우리 엄마 아빠 행복하고 건강하고 인생을 즐기는 모습을 제일 보고싶어요. 왜냐면 저를 키워야되서 엄마 아빠자기 하고싶은것들 다 포기한거 알아요. 

非常荣幸可以在 今天的 微博之夜 拿到 这个奖,真的非常开心。非常感谢新浪可以颁这个奖给 非常不足,什么都不是的 我。非常感谢这一份珍贵的礼物。
做儿子的我 最想看的就是你们 能够享福,因为你们抛弃了你们的梦想,牺牲了你们的梦想,这么多年,就是为了养你们儿子 我。我爱你们
还有 谢谢 我的你们 一直在我身边,支持我,给了我很大的自信,不帅也说帅,腿短也说不短。 我很爱你们。而这个爱不是很浅的爱,是家人的爱。不管发生什么事,你们还是我的家人,还是我的你们。
2017 年 对于我来说 是一个 新的开始,
我 王嘉尔 会 更努力 跟拼命 做好自己。

I’m very proud to receive an award at the Weibo awards ceremony, thank you so much to Sina to making it happen. Thank you for this precious gift.
And thank you mom and dad for everything, as your son, all I ever wanted to see is my mommy and daddy being healthy, happy and enjoying every moment of life, because you all have been too tired raising me.
And thank you to you guys, for always being there for me. Not minding me for being not perfect. I really do love you guys.
2017, a new start for me and everyone, I will work hard to my fullest. Will always to my best to make you guys proud.

DYNAMITE: After High School Musical 2, did you hear the rumors about yourselves?
Zac: Oh yeah, I read in a magazine one day, when I was standing in the check-out, that Vanessa’s parents were getting divorced!
Vanessa: Sad thing is, he believed it!
Zac: I dropped my stuff and ran out of the store to call Vanessa. She thought I was crazy and put her mom on the phone.
Vanessa: My mom bursted out laughing at him, it was total ‘Zac Moment’.
DYNAMITE: You know you one 'Best Chemistry’ at the Teen Choice Awards last year, and sitting right now I can tell you both have great chemistry together. Is Zanessa an item off-camera?
Zac: Zanessa?
Vanessa: [giggles] Like Brangelina!
Zac: [laughs]
Vanessa: Nooo! We’re just really close friends.
DYNAMITE: Will there ever be a romance between Troyella?
Zac: Troyella?
Vanessa: [laughs] You’ll have to wait for the sequel [High School Musical 2] before we tell you.
DYNAMITE: What about Zanessa?
Vanessa: We’re just friends, really.
Zac: But who knows what the future holds.
So, to sum up some of the important parts of the 2014 Academy Awards...

Jennifer Lawrence fell… Again.

Benedict Cumberbatch achieves pro status photo bombing.

Brad and Angie are cute.

Ellen thought it was really fun to embarrass Jennifer Lawrence.

The In Memoriam 2014 tribute makes everyone cry. Bette Midler makes it worse.

Ellen threw a pizza party at The Oscars.

Brad Pitt handed out pizza at The Oscars.

Jared Leto snagged a piece of pizza for his mom.

Jennifer Lawrence found the pizza. Ellen collected money for the pizza in Pharrell’s hat. Ellen orchestrated the world’s best ever selfie.

Ellen crashed twitter with her epic selfie.

Elen was Glinda the Good Witch.

Lupita Nyong'o gives the cutest speech of the night.

John Travolta can’t pronounce  Idina Menzel.

Leo still doesn’t have an Oscar.

The Tony-nominated actor never saw his legacy shaping up this way

Daveed Diggs can’t remember ever watching the Tony Awards.

“Well, once I did watch the part when I thought my friend’s category was going to be on,” he said recently over chamomile tea in New York’s Rockefeller Center. “And my mom watches them, I think.”

He laughed a big, hearty laugh about this, flashing his giant smile, the alluring one that’s earned him troves of fans for his roles as Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson in the record-shattering Broadway musical Hamilton.

The rapper—whose Tony nomination for Best Performance by an Actor in a Featured Role in a Musical was announced Tuesday—never saw his story heading in this direction. 


“The incredible moments just keep piling up,” he said. “The entire day at the White House was pretty surreal. When the President says your name before you say his, it’s like, whoa.”


It’s this charisma that’s turned what was a small hip-hop-focused fan base of Diggs’ into a vast array of supporters ranging in all ages, races and genders.

“The funnier thing, the thing that perks my ears up, is the generational thing, when someone whose interests really predate hip hop, like someone who’s in their 70s, and they say I listened to all of your songs,” he said. “That’s a trip.”

This trip he’s on is only speeding up, though, especially with his latest Tony nomination and Hamilton‘s record 16 nominations. “I’ve been an artist for my whole life, and this happens to be the thing people know me for more than anything else, but for the smaller group of people who know me from before, they’re like, what are you doing?”


The emotions, whether happy or sad, are only inflated by a supporting cast that’s grown to be as close as a family. Lin-Manuel Miranda, the show’s star and creator, is definitely “the oracle” of the family, Diggs says, while Anthony Ramos, who plays John Laurence and Hamilton’s first son Phillip, is “little brother.” Chris Jackson, who plays George Washington, is “pops, full of pearls of wisdom and great advice,” while Renée Elise Goldsberry, who plays Angelica Schuyler, is “kind of the cool aunt.”

“But the great thing about all of these people is that whatever role they’re taking backstage, on stage they are the most giving people. All of the hierarchy disappears,” Diggs said.

His role in the family he’s not even sure of, calling himself the lost puppy dog who’s always slightly befuddled. He said he looks up to Phillipa Soo, who, starring as Eliza Hamilton, sings a line in the show directing her family to “look around at how lucky [they] are to be alive right now.”

Diggs is looking around. He just can’t believe his luck.

"Disney Always Wins"

I am beyond tired of hearing this especially because people are acting like every Oscar that Disney’s ever won was for their animated feature films (because that’s literally the only category the people complaining care about), which is just not the case. (Breakdown of Disney Oscar wins by category under the cut.)

In the Best Animated Feature category, Walt Disney Animation Studios has won TWO Oscars (Frozen and Big Hero 6). Let me repeat that. Since the Best Animated Feature category was created in 2001 (Yeah, that’s right. The Best Animated Feature category isn’t even old enough to drive yet), WDAS has only won twice. Dreamworks has also won twice. (Sidenote: the first ever Oscar for Best Animated Feature is sitting at Dreamworks Animation right now for Shrek) Pixar has won seven times. And while Disney may own Pixar, Pixar is a separate creative entity with its own studio, its own people, and its own movies.

Let me put it this way: Complaining about how “Disney always wins” when you’re referencing Pixar’s awards would be like you finishing a really amazing project that took you months to perfect, and you threw yourself into it completely, and then everyone looks at it and says, “Wow, your mom did such a great job on this project!” And you’d think “Wait a minute, my mom didn’t work on this project! All she did was invite people to come see it and drive me here. I did all the work making it.” And it’s basically the same with Disney and Pixar.

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