During a “listening session,” Donald J. Trump did the most talking and gave a speech about Black History Month. It worked only to prove that he knows nothing about Black history. He referenced Frederick Douglass, who died in 1895, in the present tense, leading many to believe that Trump thought Douglass was still alive. Here are the best responses to Trump’s revealing error.
People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:
*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.
Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.
I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.
Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3
Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!
I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.
Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!
Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3
Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)
(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)
OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.
“Oh wow, this show is so predictable. Just another monster-of-the-week type series. Let me guess, the heroes defeat the bad guy at the end of the episode, right?”
“Oh, the sassy lead female will fall for the by-the-book, grumpy handsome dude? And let me guess, Coulson and the jaded SHIELD veteran lady are gonna be the group’s parents and the two nerds will be the comic relief. Wow, so revolutionary. I’m SO impressed with this totally unpredictable storytelling.”
EXO react to their child interrupting sex (ship ver.)
Thanks for your love and request my dear. <3
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Chanbaek: Of all the pairs, these two would take this in the most lighthearted manner. Once the initial abhorrence of their son walking in on them recedes, they’ll both share a glance of jocularity before bursting out into a fit of laughter simultaneously with Baekhyun patting their little boy’s head lightly while Chanyeol fumbles to explain how they were engaged in an “adult game.”
Kaisoo: Dissimilar to Chanbaek, Kaisoo would be the most aghast about their daughter walking into their ‘intimate’ sessions. Both wouldn’t know how to respond properly, merely exchanging a look of horror after an elongated silence. Their little girl may have to call out to them again as if they failed to hear her the first time. Kyungsoo would be the one to instruct her to fall back to sleep, promising that they’ll be more quiet next time. Kyungsoo may reprimand Jongin lightly as he was sure Kai “locked the door.”
Hunhan: Of all the members individually, Sehun would be most sedated with this scenario, in fact, he would find it rather humorous how this has played out, perhaps even guffawing aloud once catching sight of Luhan’s petrified expression. Contrast to Sehun, Luhan would literally live up to his animal persona, in that he would be a “deer caught in headlights,” upon catching glimpse of their son’s presence. Sehun would have to urge their son to look away and knock next time he feels the need to enter their room uninvited, as Luhan would be rendered frozen, depleting him any will to speak up.
Sulay: Similar to my previous reaction, Yixing’s reaction would be delayed. Luckily, Suho would be swift in catching on to their daughter’s sudden presence. He would also be the most embarrassed when addressing their little girl. He would do his best to avoid any “revealing” questions she may inquire them. Yixing would still be caught off guard, asking why she’s in their room and why Suho is immensely frazzled.
Xiuchen: This would be another mixed reaction. At first, they’d both be frozen once their son’s voice becomes audible. Yet, once the initial shock recedes, Jongdae would be the most jocose in addressing their little boy. Minseok would be most stiff, with a stoic expression and saying very little, only nodding when needed. Jongdae would bribe their son with ice cream to not ask any questions, promising to tuck him into bed. Chen would have the most amusement in teasing Minseok over how constrained he was.
Taoris: Oh gosh, this would be the most awkward of all. Once their daughter’s voice becomes sound, Tao would yelp aloud in surprise, shoving Yifan off of him abruptly, much to Kris’s initial vexation. Upon catching glimpse of their daughter, Kris would just stare at their little girl with immense abhorrence as Tao whines aloud for him to do something. Their daughter would probably end up giggling at how funny their reactions are only for Kris to finally speak up and instruct her to not look as he lectures her on how it’s rude to enter their room without knocking. Tao would definitely rebuke Kris mercilessly for not checking to lock the door.
“hey can you do a imagine of jughead where the reader is having a panic attack and it is like that teen wolf scene in 3x11 where lydia kiss stiles? thx”
Done and done! This is my first imagine on Tumblr, so I hope it’s okay. :) I apologize for any grammatical errors I missed! And feedback is always appreciated.
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Word Count: 1462
Do this. Do that. Turn your focus here. I need your help over there. Why didn’t you do better on this quiz? We need your help decorating the dance. Why didn’t you come to my party Friday night?
Why can’t you do better?
Why can’t you be better?
It felt as if someone had a vice grip on your mind–the pressure from your thoughts and the surrounding sensories building. The day had started out alright, you were a little low on sleep, but nothing you couldn’t handle. With your planner by your side and a to-do list written out, everything would be okay.
Until third period, when you couldn’t find your planner and suddenly, you’d felt as if you had lost control of everything. You attempted to calm your racing mind by writing and re-writing your list of things to do on various sticky notes and blank sheets of paper, but to no avail. Writing things down helped you to keep everything in order, but it had to be in a planner to work.
It had to be neat and precise to give you a sense of control.
And without it anchoring your nerves, your thoughts ran wild. Worries about deadlines, doubts about interactions with friends, and fears of not having your next step planned out flooded your brain, filling it up to the brim–but you refused to allow any to leak out. Throughout the school day, you make sure to maintain a composed appearance in front of your friends and classmates; smiling when needed and speaking up when called on. Even though it was a battle against yourself to avoid crumpling into a wired ball in the middle of the hallway.
To the most of the school, you were fine.
To one of your best friends, you were not.
Jughead had been keeping an eye on you since he saw you freeze up in third period. He’d known you long enough to realize what the furrowing of your brow and the drawing in of your limbs meant–panic. He was also wise enough not to bring it up in school. Rather choosing to remain by your side as much as he could, trying to deduce the root of your distress and how he could help fix it.
You could tell what Jug was doing, as soon as he began to silently walk with you to your different classes, whether or not he attended them with you. It brought a slight sense of comfort in knowing that someone was aware that something was off, without you having to outright tell them. Jughead had always been someone you could turn to in times of need and vise versa. Talking about the whirlwind of emotions that had a tendency to fill your heart and mind, was never something that you were very skilled at. So, having the one person who you wanted to know how you felt, already know with no words spoken, was a gift all unto itself.
Of course, today was the day your teachers decided to assign all of the big term assignments, and each one pushed you closer to the edge. Relief flooded your system when you heard the final dismissal bell ring. Go home. Do homework.
Simple enough. That you could handle.
Jughead joined you on your walk home, the fresh air and blue skies cooling your nerves ever so slightly. You and he walked side by side, your eyes fixated on the sidewalk beneath your feet, while Jug’s were focused on you. He wanted to ask if you wanted to grab a bite a Pop’s, for his stomach sounded like an overprotective mother bear, but he knew that you’d say no. What you needed was to follow whatever plan had accumulated in your mind in order to regain a sense of control.
And so, he decided on grabbing some food at your house; it wasn’t unusual for him to hang out there anyhow. The trees that were lining your street casted cool shadows over you, which gave your skin a break from the vibrant sun that was out that afternoon. Pushing open the front door, you were happy to see your house just the way you’d left it–one less thing to worry about. Your parents wouldn’t be home for a couple more hours, meaning you would be granted with peace and quiet as your thoughts fell back into place.
Jughead followed you up to your room, making sure to leave the door slightly open, and took no time in flopping on your bed while you settled down at your computer desk. Placing your backpack neatly to your right, you pulled out that night’s homework as your laptop booted up. Though you were still on edge, you were able to focus a bit more now that you were in your space. Pulling out the sheet of paper that listed your homework, you began to silently estimate how long each assignment would take.
Math would take you around forty-five minutes, another twenty minutes for history reading, and probably another hour for your English writing assign–
Freezing your train of thought, you glanced up at your laptop when you didn’t hear the usual melody that played as it turned on. The screen was black. Wierd. You swore you had pressed the power button. Shrugging it off, you pushed the on-button and waited.
You pressed it again, holding it longer this time.
You checked to make sure it was plugged in while you were at school, it was, meaning it should have a full charge. You pressed the power button one more time, but to no avail. Your laptop wasn’t turning on. This… this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not today.
The logical side of your mind was telling you that you could head to the library, or a friend’s house to finish typing the English assignment, but, at that moment, all rational thoughts went out the window. Your neck and shoulders tensed and you could feel your toes curling into the soft carpet underneath your feet. Forehead twisting in distress, you rested your elbows on your desk and your head in your hands. The room was silent, but the silence was too loud. Your fingers curled into your scalp, nails digging into your skin, trying to keep the tears from escaping.
Breathe, you thought. Breathe.
But, soon breathing turned into hyperventilating, which drew Jughead’s attention away from the book he had been reading. He quietly marked his page and put the novel to the side. Scooting forward on your bed, he asked, “How are you feeling?”
The thick lump in your throat took a couple of swallows to get down, before you managed to softly sputter, “Completely out of control.”
Jug stood from his spot on your bed and walked to your side, careful not to touch you because he knew at that moment, physical contact was the last thing you wanted. He grabbed ahold of the back of your desk chair, pulling you away from the laptop and spinning you so that you were facing him. Slowly, you lowered your hands from your face, your breathing becoming increasingly ragged as you attempted to steady it.
Jughead’s eyes locked with yours, “(Y/N), I want you to breathe in time with my counting. Okay?”
“One. Two. Three.” In.
“Four. Five. Six.” Out.
“One. Two. Three.” In.
“Four. Five. Six.” Out.
You could feel your heart rate slow as you found yourself gaining control over something once more–your breathing. Closing your eyes, you inhaled and exhaled in time with Jug’s voice. This continued for a few moments before you felt the intrusive thoughts knocking at your mind once more. Eyes flying open, you stared at Jughead, trying to convey to him that you required another distraction–and quickly–without opening your mouth.
He got the message and hurriedly racked his brain for something–anything–that would make your mind go blank. And while he didn’t physically desire to so, he lurched forward and pressed his lips to yours anyway. He could feel your entire form go rigid with shock, and he knew that his tactic had done the trick. His lips remained on yours for another instant before they retreated. Jughead didn’t fear you getting the entirely wrong impression.
He did have feelings for you in a romantic sense–though, that moment may not be the best for revealing how his feelings went past friendship–just not a physical desire. You knew that was how he was, though, which is one of the main reasons the kiss took you completely off guard.
You blinked, “But… you-”
“It distracted you, didn’t it?”
You swallowed and gave a slight nod.
Jug smiled, “Then my plan worked and was worth it. Now, I’m famished. Let’s head to Pop’s.”
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, love square - Relationship Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste, Ladybug, Chat Noir Additional Tags: Identity Reveal, sin - Freeform, this is a lot of sin, like a lot of sin, nervous noir, confident mari, a little bit of biting, chat’s a pleaser, 10 pages of first base, most one scene, like the first 2 pages are other stuff and then its 58 pages of sin, also this started as a crack fic, little bit of crack, Crack, crack reveal, really crack reveal, I am not sorry, No one gets pregnant, plagg is pissed, I had too much fun writing this Summary:
Things get hot and heavy between Marinette and Chat Noir after the two heroes decide to leave romance out of their professional duties. However Chat’s pull out game isn’t as strong as he thought and he ends up leaving a very important deposit behind.
HEY YOU KNOW THAT ONE FIC I KEPT SAYING I WAS WORKING ON THAT WAS LIKE, STUPID AND LONG AND WHATEVER. THE ONE SHOT THAT WOULDN’T QUIT?