So I was telling some of my friends I work with about how when everyone else was being princesses and cheerleaders and the spice girls for halloween I had turned to my mother and said, “Mum. I want to be an Alien.” So she made me this great Alien costume here, which looking back now is the funniest photo ever and I feel like this tells you a lot about me as a child and me now.
Congratulations to Viola Davis on her Oscar win for ‘Best Actress in a Supporting Role’ as Rose Maxson in the film ‘Fences’ (2016) directed by Denzel Washington at the 89th Annual Academy Awards.
Thank you to the Academy. You know, there’s one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered. One place and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time, what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition. People who fell in love and lost. I became an artist—and thank God I did—because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life. So, here’s to August Wilson, who exhumed and exalted the ordinary people.
I’m late to the Fantastic Beasts party but I arrived on time to crank out a comic for Valentine’s Day. Queenie drags Tina to a certain bakery to court a certain baker and give her sister a special surprise…
I kept thinking about the last shred of Credence escaping and materializing elsewhere in NY, without his memory and into the arms of people who love him and would never take advantage of him. I also really need for Tina to know that Credence is okay.
Special thanks to @exhibit-no-restraint for being the best cheerleader and a tolerant friend as I wailed about sad boys
Title: Firecracker Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Archie Andrews x River Vixen!reader, Veronica Lodge, Betty Cooper, Cheryl Blossom, Reggie Mantle, Kevin Keller, Jughead Jones Warnings: None Word Count: 1,629 Requested: Yes, by anonymous Short Description: You, a river vixen and Archie’s girlfriend, never fail to make Archie smile; or blush for that matter. The two of you are a sophomore power couple at Riverdale, Archie as quarterback of the football team and you as Cheryl Blossom’s successor as cheer captain when she graduates. A/N: Archie’s nickname for you is firecracker bc you’re a total babe. Also, I absolutely live for writing River vixen!reader fics. Seriously.
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
Being a Riverdale Vixen habitually put you at the top of the Riverdale High School social scheme. But for you, it just meant that you could let loose as you cheered on your football star boyfriend, Archie Andrews. You and Archie had been together for over a year, and you loved being a River Vixen. Cheerleading had always been up your alley. You had a fiery, sassy attitude, which earned you the nickname that Archie gave you: firecracker. Only Archie ever called you that, and you thought he was beyond sweet for giving it to you.
“Y/N!” the harmonious voice of Cheryl Blossom, the senior captain of the River Vixens, acknowledged you as you stood at your locker. You glanced over at her, seeing the beautiful redhead smiling an authentic smile at you. A lot of people thought that Cheryl Blossom was cold-hearted and malicious, but you had known her since your Freshman year at Riverdale, and you had always gotten along well with her.
“Hey Cheryl,” you greeted, closing your locker and leaning against it with a beam. “What’s up?”
“Don’t forget that we have a mandatory River Vixens practice after school before the game tonight,” Cheryl reminded you as you both began strolling in the direction of the student lounge. “I mean, I didn’t think that you would, but better safe than sorry.” She inserted and you nodded your head.
“Of course, captain,” you laughed, teasing her. “I’ll make sure B and V get there too,” you assured Cheryl before parting ways as you entered the student lounge. Betty, Veronica and Kevin were all sat together on the sofa chairs, chatting amongst themselves as Kevin finished his homework at the last minute. “Good morning Vixens,” you saluted them, taking a seat next to Betty with a grin. “Cheryl just reminded me that we have practice after school before the game tonight, so be there.” You added, and Betty and Veronica both expressed their anticipation for the game that evening.
Two hands covered your eyes, and you heard Betty and Veronica giggling quietly to themselves. “Jughead, I already told you, not at school,” you joked, knowing that it was Archie as you covered his hands with yours and pulled them away from your face. You turned and laughed, seeing Archie smiling at you, dressed in his varsity jacket, as per usual. Jughead stood behind him with a smirk.
“Oh Y/N, you’ve revealed our affair.” He joked, nudging you with his elbow as he passed before taking a seat next to Veronica. “However will I satisfy my need for pep now?” Jughead added – making fun of your status as a cheerleader, and the slogan of your hometown – and you got up to greet Archie with a kiss.
Okay, so, I feel like there are a few possible Cup of China Victuuri experiences that Phichit could have had.
A) Phichit is In The Know.
“I kind of thought,” Phichit says, at their dinner after the free program to celebrate their medals, “that your explanation of how intimate you and Viktor’s relationship was… exaggerated? You’re kind of extra, after all, and you’ve been obsessed with him for half your life.”
“Oh,” hums Yuuri. “Is that so?” There’s a confident smile twitching onto his face, and a Russian glued to his hip. Phichit has since learned that when Yuuri says, he’s into me, I mean it, he keeps touching me and we’re having conversations I never thought we’d have… what he really means is my coach is in love with me and would give me a lap dance right now if this restaurant were slightly less crowded.
“I’m really happy for you, though,” Phichit exclaims. “And I just want to say that I called it.”
B) Phichit is In The Know and Katsuki Yuuri is definitely not
“So,” Phichit says casually when Yuuri moves out onto the ice during their practice time. The short program is the next day. “I’m just going to congratulate you on catching your lifelong idol, and then I’ll teach you how to change your Facebook status to ‘in a relationship.’”
“What,” says Katsuki Yuuri.
“Oh my god,” Phichit hisses. “Did you not know you guys were dating? What about all those days you two went to festivals? The hugging? Him pining whenever you called me? You were always Facetiming me after your dates with him!”
“No no no,” Yuuri blurts, and streaks away as fast as his powerful thighs can take him. “You’re wrong!” Later, when they’re on the podium and Viktor and Yuuri have swapped saliva in front of a million people, Phichit smugly stares down at his best friend.
“This sounds bad,” he says, “but I also get a gold medal in being right.”
C) Phichit had no idea! Victuuri was the surprise romantic subplot of his sports anime narrative.
Or, at least, he had no idea Viktor was in love with Yuuri until he got to watch the sloppy drunk hang from his best friend, hiccuping and nuzzling into his shoulder over drinks and dinner. What, he thinks to himself, smiling brightly, camera-phone ready. How did I not hear about this. Why have Yuuri and I been trading stories about our pets? I am all-knowing. What the actual hell.
“Take me back to my roooom,” Viktor begs wetly.
“Yeah, go back to his room,” Phichit emphasizes, smirking. “Together.”
“I’m really sorry for the inconvenience,” Yuuri tries to say grandly, but there’s a flush on his cheeks and his fingers are petting the top of Viktor’s head.
“Ten bucks says you guys get caught kissing by the media.”
“Phichit!” He’s scandalized, which Phichit thinks is a bit hypocritical, considering that Viktor has been mouthing at his neck in front of God and everyone for the last half hour.
Viktor’s loaded, Phichit muses to himself, watching The Kiss footage play for the millionth time on the sports station of his hotel TV, I should’ve bet more than 10 bucks.
Okay, hear me out: Carlos wasn’t a fan of Tourney, he mostly joined for Jay. But one day, they have a break in practice and the boys are all oogling the cheerleaders (and he smacks Jay when he wolf-whistles). The girls do flips and twists and splits and Carlos think ‘huh. I can do all of that stuff too. And I do it all way better than tourney.’
- He doesn’t even ask, just hops in and mimics what the girls do before tourney practice starts. At first, everyone is laughing like its a joke until Carlos expertly lands every flip, then they’re all like ‘holy shit, he’s really good’
- Audrey is unhappy because she’s not use to sharing the spotlight, but she sees Carlos’ strength and how seriously he takes catching their fliers (girls who get thrown in the air). She begrudgingly admits he could help throw girls higher and help them land safer
- She grows to really like having Carlos on the team because none of the other schools have a male cheerleader and it sets them apart
- Auradon has never had a male cheerleader before either, so Evil has to design his outfit. The cheer squad has to bribe Carlos with peanut butter cups to wear school colors (blue and yellow), but he still wears black, white and red for practice
- Carlos is initially worried he will be made fun of (not like that’s new, he was picked on all the time in the Island), but everyone is very chill about a dude being a cheerleader
- Any team that tries to mock Carlos has to deal with Mal AND Evie AND the coach AND Auradon’s cheer squad AND the tourney team
- He still helps out with tourney by critiquing plays and fixing the canons, he and coach get along, even if Carlos was a below average tourney player
- gently has to remind the rest of the squad that he doesn’t like a lot of feminine activities - he can’t bond over getting his nails or hair done. So the rest of the squad tries to come up with gender neutral activities like board game nights or going to the movies together
- maybe the girls are kind of weirded out too at first, but they end up loving having a guy on the team. Carlos is always offering to help fix their cars (because he enjoys working with any kind of machine) and never lets any of them fall
- Slowly, the team pieces together why Carlos is so good at gymnastics and has such crazy endurance: his flexibility comes from fitting into small spaces when hiding and his speed comes from running away and his strength comes from defending himself in fights. They never like to ask about it or talk about it, but it really helps for them to accept Carlos and appreciate him on the team.
- Carlos is hella protective of his squad and any dude from another team caught harassing them has to deal with him. Maybe he’s small and short, be he knew how to fight on the Isle and listen, asshole, did you just try to look up Ally’s skirt? Come here, fucker
- All the girls have to hold Carlos back before he knocks out some jerk from an opposing school
- there’s no tourney equivalent of quarterback and Carlos is not the head cheerleader, but he and Jay still fit the stereotype of star sports player dating a cheerleader and the whole school loses their mind over how cute they are
- students try to discreetly snap pictures of when Carlos wears Jay’s tourney to class, but he catches them
- Jay begs and begs and begs for Carlos to get a cheerleading skirt but he refuses (except for that one time on Jay’s birthday)
- anyone who makes a weird comment about how flexible and limber Carlos is will get a black eye from Jay, no warning
- Carlos’ favorite thing about being a cheerleader is how he gets to cheer specifically for Jay at every game
(I’m sorry if my cheerleading knowledge is inaccurate. I dated a competitive cheerleader, so all of my knowledge is second hand.)
Drawing up treaties with the prisoners has been…exhausting. It feels like she’s doing the whole thing over again, except that she’s on the opposite side this time and she manages to get them to talk before exchanging bullets and spears.
So, in retrospect, not as exhausting as the first time around. At most, all she can complain is that it’s a little repetitive.
And she doesn’t have Bellamy by her side, this time. But she tries her best not to think about that.
She still finds time to radio him, most days, an outlet more than anything. Her voice doesn’t break on his name like it did those first few months, and then again at the five year mark.
It’s good for her, she thinks, talking to him. Madi has been a godsend for her sanity—giving her a sense of priority, a schedule, with all her lessons, and most importantly, someone to love—but she is still a kid, and Clarke misses talking to her friends. Misses Bellamy, more than anything. There’s no point denying it.
He was more than a best friend, which sounds overly sentimental to her own ears, but you don’t go through what they did together and not come out of it as each other’s person. So yeah, she misses him like a constant, familiar ache.
Or maybe she misses the person she remembers. Misses what her brain tells her he was. She can hardly trust her memories, now. Can hardly say for sure if he’d looked at her the way she thought he had, six years ago. If he’d really had the persistent aura of warmth that she still imagines.
can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!
YESSsssSSS I CAN TALK ABOUT BTS SHIPS ALL DAY FAM
but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:
1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):
ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL
first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013
before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs
ok i need to chill, but theres more:
like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical
^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:
but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:
ALSO THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST LEGENDARY YOONMIN MOMENTS, THE “YOU KNOW. I KNOW.” MOMENT (explanation here) :
this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment
yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?
Word Count: 1,744
Warnings: This is fluffier than a marshmallow
A/N: This fic was born on the blank canvas of printer paper (3 pieces, front and back) before being typed into an obnoxious iPad and then finally transferred to my computer. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for fixing my spelling and titling this for me :) Thanks to @hannahindie for being my personal encourager and cheerleader. Love you both!
I didn’t realize my fingers were shaking until they slipped off of the lower levels of my gun for the second time. The slide simultaneously snapped back into place, and I let out a sharp hiss when it took a pinch of my skin with it. Heavy hands fumbled to pull the metal back again, quickly releasing the now inflamed and aching flesh. My gun clattered to the table, and I leaned back in my chair with a soft sigh while gently soothing over the angry skin with a still shaky thumb.
The gun’s not going to clean itself, Y/N.
I shook out my hand and took a deep breath to try and still the tremors before going to work again. Or, at least attempting to go to work.
I hadn’t even heard him come in. Dean was standing just inside my door with a tired smile and a perplexed look directed towards me. I looked down and blinked to clear my blurry vision, the two separated halves of my gun coming into focus. I realized I’d just been sitting there, aimlessly holding them.
“You ok?” He came a few more steps into my room and knelt down beside my chair, a worry wrinkle joining his facial features. Dean gently pried my disassembled gun from my grasp and set the parts on the table before gathering both of my hands between his warm, calloused ones. “You’re shaking.”
I tried to smile and managed to pull up one corner of my mouth, “I’m just tired.”
Dean squeezed my hands, “Well the gun can wait. Let’s get you to bed.”
Summary: Dean responds to Sam’s news. The two of you pay a visit to Samuel, who lashes out. Secrets are revealed and threats are made, leaving you reeling. You and Dean discuss the future.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 3,600
Warnings: mentions of illness/heart attack, language, verbal attack/abuse, offensive name-calling, minor anxiety, lots of shouting, implications of smut
A/N: This is it, guys. I can’t believe it. This is really bittersweet for me. It’s been an incredible ride, and I’m so thankful for all of you that have shown your love and appreciation - you’re the reason this has kept going. 16 parts and 45,000 words (holy SHIT) over nearly three months, and we’re finally at the conclusion. THERE WILL BE AN EPILOGUE but this is the last official part. Enjoy everyone. Thank you for all your support.
A/N/N: Special shout-out to @deanssweetheart23 for being a sounding board, a cheerleader, and for being my beta especially for this last part. She’s the reason these parts have been coming out so frequently/regularly so y’all should be thankful. (also go read her stuff it’s incredible) And seriously, A- you’re such an amazing motivator and inspiration. Love you, dude.
“Thank you to the academy. You know, there’s one place that all the people with the greatest potential are gathered. One place and that’s the graveyard. People ask me all the time, what kind of stories do you want to tell, Viola? And I say, exhume those bodies. Exhume those stories. The stories of the people who dreamed big and never saw those dreams to fruition. People who fell in love and lost. I became an artist and thank god I did because we are the only profession that celebrates what it means to live a life. So, here’s to August Wilson, who exhumed and exalted the ordinary people. And to Bron Pictures, Paramount, Macro, Todd Black, Molly Allen for being the cheerleaders for a movie that is about people and words. And life and forgiveness and grace. And to Michael T. Williamson, Stephen Mckinley Henderson, for being the most wonderful artists I’ve ever worked with, and oh captain, my captain, Denzel Washington. Thank you for putting two entities in the driving seat: August and God. And they served you well. And to Dan and May Ellis Davis, who were and are the center of my universe, the people who taught me good or bad how to fail, how to love, how to hold, how to lose. My parents—I’m so thankful that God chose you to bring me into this world, to my sisters, my sister Dolores, we were rich white women in the tea party games. Thank you for the imagination. And to my husband and my daughter. My heart, you and Genesis. You teach me every day how to live, how to love, I’m so glad that you are the foundation of my life. Thank you to the academy. Thank you.” - Actress Viola Davis accepts Best Supporting Actress for ‘Fences’ onstage during the 89th Annual Academy Awards at Hollywood & Highland Center on February 26, 2017 in Hollywood, California.
Aries: First or most passionate kisses, crying on someone’s shoulder whilst deeply hugging them, psychedelic drugs, being a cheerleader, snacking on any visible food for comfort, screaming your lungs out at a concert, and giggling behind the scenes of a prank you tried to pull. Red Lipstick, Smiling, wearing oversized shirts, enthusiastic eternal questions.
Taurus: Sleeping gently, designer clothes, doing someone else’s hair, freshly planted flowers, slowly smoking cigarettes, feeding your beloved pets, absorbing new and useful information, playing with doll houses that smell of home, receiving a gift that means a whole lot, hearing songs of the past that you wish you could teleport back to, going for a special meal with your family.
Gemini: Talking so fast you forget to breathe, continuous music in the background, having tons of cute plushies on your bed, reading complicated books, always analysing or thinking about strange thoughts, confused eyes, eccentric ideas and feelings which keep on changing, people who have multi-talents or are multi-instrumentalists, being oblivious.
Cancer: Working diligently at a charity, shy smiles of recognition from others, closed eyes, understanding the atmosphere, intimate talk, deep music, unexpectedly hugging a close family member, observing people, falling asleep by listening to a lullaby, breathing calmly after snapping at someone and trying to forgive them.
Leo: Powerful dance moves, texting people just for pure reassurance, creating personalised cards for loved ones, radiating expressions, heavy lightning and thunder at night, vintage mirrors, mutual feelings for one another, waking up late, art supply shops, old-fashioned letters that are scented, grand piano’s, pugs, leather jackets.
Virgo: Waking up suddenly from a nightmare and feeling relief, fairies and mythology, playing a slow acoustic song, side glances, peering upon the sky from a window, getting ready for bed, shy body language, doing extra work and receiving credit for it, drinking fresh water on a warm day, films based in the Victorian era, realistic love stories, cute ways of organization.
Libra: Hippies, laying snuggly on the couch/sofa, hugging people who are not feeling well emotionally, giving people heartful gifts or compliments, never-ending compassion, flower crowns, spreading love at protests, casual conversations, clothes scattered all over their rooms, natural tans, family meals, being the entertainer of the friendship group, dramatic fashion statements, blowing out a candle.
Scorpio: Hugging black cats, listening to meaningful and deep songs on vinyls, running away from home, seasides, unexpected acts of passion, blue hues, drunk behaviour, witchcraft, symbolic art which you interpret at a museum, old trainers, blistering baths, heavy storms which echo at a beach, hidden diaries, night stars, emotionless looks, lyrics from favourite songs/bands.
Sagittarius: Group hugs, old motorbikes, going to rock concerts and going crazy, hangovers, staring pointlessly at the ceiling, going on late night shopping trips, giving people small gifts that weren’t expected, getting shots of vodka, opening your eyes after realising you overslept, libraries full of eccentric ideas, flying on a plane, lipstick left on clothes, sharing strange stories on sleepovers.
Capricorn: Being the counsellor to others problems, achieving everything you want, indescribable forests, writing a little note for some special people, deep eye contact from a distance, challenging activities, mutual silence, classic songs from the past, making people feel comfortable, indoor gardens, learning a new instrument, clear sky with a rain scent dragging on, reciting poetry.
Aquarius: Sitting on a roof at night, gentle breezes, scaring people for fun, cuddling people when they least expect it, playing twister, bonsai trees, music that is difficult to understand or is crazy, giving shelter to abandoned animals, passionately singing the lyrics to an important song with your friends, buying new clothes, giving someone genuine attention and expressing some feelings.
Pisces: Fortune telling, reading a book under your covers at night, dancing in your own style, meaningful songs that are easy to relate to, babysitting, finding a personal creative streak for something, baking for someone, childish reactions, 3am phone calls, subtle facial expressions, moving to a new house or apartment, watching a moving film, getting a crush on someone you wouldn’t expect.