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Keep Yeh Warm

Alex X Reader

In which Alex becomes attached to the first beautiful thing he’s seen in weeks.

(I’m putting everything else under a cut in case anyone still hasn’t seen Dunkirk!! It may contain some spoilers.)

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Why the mask doesn’t come off - COMPLETE
wow this took me wAAAAAAY longer than I thought it would. It’s fuckin’ 5 in the morning x’)
anyway really had a fun time doing this. It’s messy but I like it overall cx Go take a look at my revamped version — Digital AND Colored!

I can’t wait for Dirk Gently to come back. I’ll see all my favorite people again, like Dirk, Todd, Farah, Amanda, and the Rowdy 3. 

Ken and Bart being on-screen again is going to add a hundred years to my life. 

I’ll even be happy to see the familiar faces of those good ol’ Blackwing heads, Colonel Scott Riggins and *squints at smudged writing on handHuge Fry Skin.

the losers club aesthetics part two

bill denbrough : a blazer hung around the back of a chair; sitting in the same seat in class every day; weird coincidences; the moment when you know you’re about to be found during hide and seek; jumping off of a swing set for the first time; seeing red and feeling hot blood in your veins when you’re angry; having only one pose for photos; not wanting to share the things that bring you the most happiness because those things belong to you; messy smudges of paint on skin and table tops; making out in the back seat of a car; kissing tears off a lover’s face

stan uris : the pop of a jar opening; sitting in the front of your favorite class and in the back of all the other ones; putting things on tall shelves; running your finger through dust; thinking in a second language; walking outside right after you wake up on a bright fall morning; being this close to figuring something out; thinking you hear sleigh bells on Christmas eve as a child; telling a secret you never thought you’d tell; the cold yet refreshing feeling of freezing wind hitting your face; the mixture of exhaustion and relief when you perfect something big; kissing at a drive-in movie; vegetarian meals; tear-stained faces and red noses; pen pals

richie tozier : big sunglasses; blown out speakers; lucky numbers; untangling headphone wires; laughing at horror movies; loving eye contact; walking into a new place but it feeling oddly familiar; fist fights and bloody knuckles; getting to feed or pet animals at the zoo; licking chapped lips; finding loopholes; biting lips and tugging hair in concentration; birthday cards filled with stick figures and inside jokes; collecting acorns in fall time; playing with candle flames; knowing looks exchanged across the room with a friend; making out in too-hot weather; long eyelashes and thick eyebrows; skinny dipping; whipped cream in your mouth; pencil lead smears on your hands

beverly marsh : fresh squeezed lemonade; quiet conversations in nightclub bathrooms; carrying your heels and walking barefoot; finding designer clothes in a thrift shop; whispering too loud during movies; odd bursts of laughter; smug smiles when you know you’re right; things hidden by morning fog; forgetting simple things but remembering complicated things; trendy trench coats; finding cash in your back pockets; kissing strangers at parties; travels too often; chipped nail polish; dancing until your toes bleed; creating traditions with friends; showering with a lover for the first time;

ben hanscom : the first day of each month; getting to leave work early; a newlywed’s first dance; the divide of those who like sour gummy bears or sweet; chasing the bus and just making it; the feeling of a plane taking off; hidden books in bookstores; unable to resist starting a new book when you told yourself you would wait to finish your current one; nice strangers; attending the symphony; kissing a lover in the season’s first snow; baths in the early morning;

eddie kaspbrak : the sound of crickets while stargazing with a lover; cranberries; sleeping with open windows; “so bad they’re good” movies; screaming at horror movies; making eye contact with a lover in a crowded room; bone-crushing hugs full of love; getting the perfect present for someone; the light shining through stained glass windows; waking up to a blanket of snow over your town; constantly cold fingers and hands; flowers between book pages; grabbing the sides of your lovers face and kissing them with everything in you; smudged black ink; showering at three am

mike hanlon : sitting on your dad’s shoulders as a toddler; getting your hair played with; big blasts of thunder in the middle of the night; having a word on the tip of your tongue; listening to the wind outside when you are home alone; songs that make satisfying rhymes; the satisfaction that overrides all exhaustion after exercise; swimming really deep in water; noticing a beautiful person in a large crowd; being kind when you shouldn’t be; insomnia; cartwheels in empty hallways; ordering too much pizza; giving courage to those afraid; 

  • DC: *makes Wonder Woman front and center in a nonsexual pose on the EW cover*
  • DC: *confirms Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy as canon*
  • DC: *is in the process of making a Wonder Woman movie set to release in 2017*
  • DC: *has made multiple animated features with a female lead*
  • Marvel: Oh boy, I love the Avengers! There's Captain America, the Hulk, Iron Man, Hawkeye, and *looks at smudged writing on hand* Black Window

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you write something about soulmates. Like Betty having an abusive boyfriend and all the bruises and cuts show up on Jughead. And there is soulmates in the world so it's not unusual, but Jughead keeps getting injuries from Betty and starts writing on his arm to her and she rights back to him and can you continue this please thank you.

I lovveee these soulmate aus!
****

“Dude what the hell is that?”

Jughead looked up, confused by the sharp and disgruntled tone of his red headed best friend.

“What’s what?” He raised a confused brow, his eyes scanning his surroundings, searching for something off.

Archie reached for him, pulling Jugheads tanned arm up and into the air, shoving his wrist into his face

“This! Dude if your dad is beating on you again, you can tell me. You know you’re always welcome back at my place, my dad…”

Archie’s voice faded away as Jughead stared at the dark purple and blue bruises littering his arm, fingerprints left nasty circle shapes and some were faded and yellow, they’d clearly been there for a long time. How was that possible? There was no way he wouldn’t have noticed them and he couldn’t remember banging into someone , not to mention he was absolutely positive no one had left those marks on his body, it really wasn’t possible, unless..

“They’re not mine” he whispered, more to himself than anything, his eyes still glued to his arm.

“What are you talking about? Of course they’re yours, bruises don’t just show up, I mean it’s not like.. oh…” Archie trailed off finally understanding

It was Jugheads soulmate.

In life when you’re looking for the one you’re meant to be with, pieces of them become pieces of you. It happens suddenly but there’s no way to know when you’ll meet them. It had happened with Archie last year one day the football player came to school, his lips bright red and clearly made up, Jughead had nearly wet himself, he had laughed so hard as the boy desperately wiped at his mouth, smearing lipstick down his arm.

“It’s my soulmate! Clearly she likes wearing stupid ass lipstick”

Two days later he had met Veronica Lodge at the Riverdale mall, pearls on her neck and deep purple lipstick on her lips plus the addition of two thick black smudges under her eyes, eerily similar to the eye chalk Archie wore to football practice everyday.They had been inseparable ever since.

He watched in amazement as another bruise formed right before his eyes, a deep red welt, similar to the belt lashings he used to get when his father was an alcoholic. It didn’t hurt Jughead physically but the ache in his chest at his “soulmate” having to go through this, made him feel positively violent. Picking his bag up and walking out Archie’s front door, he gripped the bruises on his arm, willing them to stop, wishing he could make them stop for her, she didn’t deserve this, no one did. It was dark by the time he got to the trailer park, his mood volatile and nasty, his father was working on some bike in the front yard and he waved at his son. Jughead stormed past the older man and locked himself in his room, ripping the jeans from his body he stood in the mirror observing his body, sure enough he was covered in the painless bruises.

His eyes filled with tears and he was surprised when he couldn’t hold them back, he hadn’t cried since he was eight years old and his mother left. The door to his bedroom opened slowly and his father stepped in, eyes going wide at his sons bruised body before understanding took over, F.P jones sat on the edge of the bed and held his son as he cried helplessly.

“There’s nothing I can do.” He sniffled
“I can’t help her, I don’t even know her but I can feel her dad” he looked at the bruises once again, his fists clenching “I want to kill whoever did this.” He whispered.

F.P nodded
“I know you do, but right now you can only do so much. So do what you do best.” He rose from the bed, walking over to Jughead desk and handing him a pen

“Write”

With that he shot his son a knowing smile and slowly closed the door.

Jughead lifted the pen too his arm and took a deep breath.
***

Betty threw herself on her bed, her body aching from the beating she had just taken. She had tried to break up with Chuck again, she had tried so many times but each time it had ended exactly the same, Betty laying bloody on the floor begging for the angry boys forgiveness.

She rested her face on the soft silk pillowcase and bit her tongue, she had learned not to cry out, never let anyone see the bruises, be quiet Betty Cooper. Be perfect.

She couldn’t do it anymore, she was tired, so damn tired of being perfect. She wanted to go away, to sleep, sleep forever.

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out the tube of concealer, lifting the soft white sweater , fully prepared to cover up the bruises she knew would be visible in cheerleading practice tommorow, what she didn’t expect to see was the messy scrawl scribbled across her bruises

“You’re so much stronger than they are. You’re stronger than all of that white noise. You’re going to be okay, don’t let go. JJ”

Tears pricked her eyes. Her soulmate. She had one. she had gone so long believing she would never have one, destined to be passed around with the other mate less teenagers. She gripped her arm to her chest and let her tears fall freely, he was there and he could feel her, feel her pain. She wasn’t alone anymore.

Grabbing the purple gel pen off of her desk, she began writing back.

***

Jughead stared tirelessly at his arm, he didn’t even know if she was getting his messages, this could all be pointless, suddenly though, his arms were filled with distinctly feminine cursive in sparkly ink.

“Thank you JJ, it’s nice to meet my soulmate . Im sorry it had to be under such horrible circumstances. I’m Betty Cooper”

Betty Cooper? He knew that name, had heard Archie mention it a few times, but from where? He didn’t have time to think about that, ripping up his sleeve even higher he began writing again.

“It’s good to meet you in any way, although I do wish it wasn’t like this as well. Are you okay?”

He smiled when the reply was almost instant

“I’m okay, much better now that I know you’re here.”

They spent all night writing back and forth, Jugheads heart felt lighter that morning at school, and it was a fairly noticeable difference.
Archie of course made a huge deal out of it and Jughead found himself rolling his eyes at lunch when the football player went on about how awesome double dates would be from now on.

“Speaking of going out, i promised Ronnie, I’d meet her at central point park for that concert tonight, shes bringing her friend who’s going through a shitty breakup, i figured you could come along be like a fourth wheel. I promise you can write to your soulmate alllll night if you want.” Archie teased.

Jughead rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing.

***

Betty was sore that morning but she couldn’t keep the smile off of her face, her soulmate was amazing, he loved writing and reading and they shared similar tastes in movies and he made her laugh like no one else.

“So you’ll come?” Veronica asked, snapping Betty out of her thoughts and pulling her gaze away from the faded words on her arms

“Hmm? Yeah sure, of course.” She answered,dazed.

“Alright love bird, we’re gonna enjoy ourselves tonight at the concert. Maybe you can find some lyrics to write to lover boy” Veronica smiled lovingly at her best friend, excited to see the blonde looking genuinely happy for the first time in ages.

“Maybe” Betty grinned.

***
That night came by fast and Betty took one last look at the words she had just written JJ

“Gotta go Romeo, talk to you later?”

She smiled when the familiar handwriting appeared

“You got it Juliet.”

Betty and Veronica stepped from the car, Betty’s hand tucked in Veronica’s as they navigated the grassy area

“Ronnie! We don’t have to run, I’m sure we wont miss him, that bright red hair is kind of hard not to spot.” She giggled.

Veronica waved her eyebrows suggestively
“I happen to like redheads.”

Betty laughed
“I know, I was there when you started dating Chery Blossom last year.” Betty rolled her eyes

“I don’t discriminate. Love is love and all that” she grinned.

“Speaking of love.”

Both the girls whipped around at the familiar voice and Veronica instantly ran into her boyfriends arms

“Archiekins!”

Archie laughed squeezing his girlfriend,

“Jughead this is Veronica’s best friend, Betty Cooper meet Jughead Jones.”

Jughead nearly dropped the novel he had gripped in his hands as he looked at the beautiful blonde with the bright green eyes and matching blue bruise on her chin, she was even more beautiful than he could have imagined, the very definition of a masterpiece.

“JJ” she whispered, her eyes scanning his and landing on his arms. She was smiling nervously, her fingers fidgeting as she slowly stood in place.

Jughead couldn’t keep the grin off of his face
“ hey there Juliet” he whispered, pulling his sleeves up as she gently rested her fingers on his inkstained arms.

She let out a breathy giggle and before he knew it she was falling into his arms, his own strong arms coming to wrap around her body, covering her and protecting her, now that he found her he was never letting her go.

She looked into his eyes and let the tears fall from hers

“I’ve been waiting for you Jughead Jones.”

He laughed, dropping a kiss to her lips
“You have no idea Betty Cooper”

one of my fav things about the original star trek is the make-up. that blue-grey starfleet eyeshadow that so many characters are rocking? beautiful. the smudged black liner is classy and nice, too, but definitely doesn’t beat the iconic eyeshadow look.

also spock? spock is clearly the enterprise’s head make-up artist.

look at his contour. the rosy lip-stain. the crisp eye look which probably took sticking an adhesive tape to the lid so he could achieve the wing effect. absolutely amazing.

Best. Birthday. Ever. - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen​ & @minhosmeanhoe

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 12,469

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Slightly Rough but Passionate Sex, Unprotected Sex, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, BIRTHDAY SEX

Notes: Oh snap, did you know it’s August 26th? That means it’s the birthday of our favorite skinny little nugget. So, I popped this idea to Camile earlier this week and she’s like “Oh snap, let’s do this. I love this idea!” She came up with most of the plot (I gave her ideas, I promise) and BAM! COLLAB COMPLETE FOR DYLAN. We just gotta say that we love you, Dylan O’Brien. You are our everything. You are the most amazing person in the world and I don’t know what we would do without you. You genuinely are the most passionate man, and you have graced us with your heart and soul. Thank you, for everything, and happy 26th birthday.

PS I JUST SPENT A HALF HOUR TRYING TO POST THIS. I’M SORRY.

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“Harley Quinn?” Jughead read aloud, raising a brow and turning to look at his gang.

“That’s not even the worse one, this ones named poison ivy.” Reggie laughed pointing to the name on the screen.

“Cat woman, no ones gonna mention cat woman?” The redheaded boy barked out, laughing. “So this is what we got? These three are the most dangerous villains in Riverdale City? They all sound like women?”

Jughead, Archie and Reggie were on the hunt, there was trouble in their city. A rival gang was taking territory that did not belong to them and it needed to be stopped, they couldn’t afford to lose key business spots and one of the territories they were losing was the main drug distribution center. That would just not do.

So that brought the three boys here, checking databases and searching for the most dangerous groups to team up with, they could use all the help they could get.
“Being in charge sucks.” Reggie grunted dropping onto the couch “I wish we could just send Chuck and moose or even Adam.”

Archie shook his head “no. This needs to be done right, so we’ll do it.” Jughead nodded in agreement, as Reggie hugged again “whatever, it’s a bunch of girls, how bad could it be.”

Archie entered something into the computer before reading it over, turning to the boys

“I don’t know, but I looked up Harley Quinn, they say she’s crazy, absolutely nuts. Did you know she was the jokers girl before he died?”

Jughead stiffened, he remembered the stories now. Harley Quinn, loyal to a fault, reckless, the definition of crazy, lost her mind when batman killed her boyfriend.

Reggie seemed to come to that realization too and hopped up “that’s right! Poison ivy recruited her right after joker hit the bucket, cat woman joined after. How did we forget about that?”
Archie shook his head “more important things on our mind” he slammed his laptop shut, “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to these girls.”
Jughead had an odd feeling in his stomach, choosing to keep it to himself, he followed after their fearless leader.
***
It was an odd place, dark and wet, hidden underneath the city, the doors were heavy metal and they were locked.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Knock.” Reggie nudged him into the door. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the gun attached to his hip, just in case. He knocked.

Almost instantly the doors swung open, revealing an Asian women dressed in a mask covering her face.
“What’s your business here?” She was sharp, almost painful to hear

“We need to speak to poison ivy.” Jughead said, keeping his back straight.

“No.” just as the woman was about to close the door another voice was heard

“Oh, katana is that anyway to talk to our guests?” A woman dressed in what appeared to be vines and sporting the brightest red hair he had ever seen, appeared in the door way. He heard Reggie practically gulp from his side.

“How can I help you boys today?”

Archie stepped forward now,
“We need to speak to your gang, we would like to ask for your assistance.” He was determined and unphased by her sexy demeanor and intense green eyes. Jughead was uncomfortable, who the hell was this poison ivy?

“ hmm a proposition I suppose? Why don’t you come inside? I’ll grab the girls.” She turned and they followed.

It wasn’t nearly as scary on the inside, there were pinks and purples covering the walls, next to pictures of flowers were machetes and saws, hung in the wall next to cages and guns. Okay maybe it was a little scary.

“Harley! Kitty! Get on out here, we have company. Why don’t you sit?” Ivy motioned to the couch beside them. As soon as they sat, they heard the familiar tick of high heels and a wicked giggle. They all turned their heads and Archie’s jaw dropped while Jughead felt his eyes go wide.

While Archie stared at the raven haired beauty in the skin tight cat suit, Jughead couldn’t keep his eyes off of the blonde with the red and blue tips. She was beautiful in the scariest way possible , her pale skin marred with scars and tattoos, hearts and words, her hauntingly light blue eyes were covered in red and blue eyeshadow and her lipstick was smudged nearly down her chin. Her body was perfect, squeezed Tight into a tiny little tshirt and shorts, her long legs were covered in fishnets and accentuated by the heeled boots she had on. She was dirty, in a positively sinful way, smudges of black and brown covering her exposed skin. He watched as she smiled and her pigtails swung.

She had a bat in her hands, and was swinging it in time to her hair, “well hey there sugar, it’s nice to meet you!” It took him a second before he realized she was standing in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
He quickly looked up “nice to meet you too.” He mumbled out, she just giggled, and hopped over the couch to sit beside poison ivy.

The dark haired girl that had Archie drooling, was much more graceful, she sat delicately on the couch and crossed her legs while Harley sat criss crossed on the couch, leaning her head against the baseball bat and smiling. “What’s up?” She giggled, poison ivy patted her gently on the knee and smiled

“It seems these fine gentlemen have a question for us? You have the floor.” She nudged her head.

Archie finally tore his eyes away from the cat and sat up straight “we need help. There is a gang coming from over in pembrooke city, they’re big and they’re monopolizing all of our ports, we can take on most of them, but we need the extra help, we know how… dangerous you ladies are and we would like to ask for your assistance.”

Cat woman laughed “you want us to risk put lives for you? What would we get out of it?” She practically purred. Reggie answered now “we’ll pay you, good money. It’ll be worth your while.”

Harley was giggling now her eyes still on Jughead “we don’t need money silly, we’re bad guys, what do we need with money?” She was still smiling when poison ivy nodded

“I agree, we need something with more incentive, perhaps you’d be willing to give up one of your hide outs? We’ve been thinking of opening another lair, as soon as the pussycats break out of jail, they’ll need something inconspicuous”

Jughead stared at Archie, they did have the spare hide out in central, looking at him he nodded

“Deal. We have to warn you, this is not a typical gang they’re dangerous and they won’t hesitate because you’re females.” Archie added

Suddenly Harley was sitting next to Jughead, clutching his arm “ you don’t have to worry about us, we’re crazy! that’s what everyone says ya know?” She smiled and as he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the sadness seeping through. He placed a hand over her tiny bruised one, and smiled gently.

Veronica nodded “you have a deal, do we get to know your names atleast?” She was eyeing the redhead and he wiggled a little under her stare.

“Of course, I’m Archie and this is Reggie.” He pointed to the cocky boy who took Ivy’s hand in his own, “the pleasure is mine.” The redhead actually giggled. “And that there is jughead”
He motioned to him.

Veronica snorted, “what a group of names you all have.”

Archie smiled as they walked to the door
“Please like cat woman, poison ivy and Harley Quinn are any better?”

Harley who was clutching onto Jugheads arm, she giggled wildly. “Those aren’t our real names silly, there are nicknames.”

The three boys stopped and turned to the girls

Poison ivy smiled “Cheryl. Cheryl blossom.”

Cat woman rolled her eyes “Veronica lodge.”

And the infamous Harley Quinn just beamed
“I’m Betty. Betty Cooper!”

Reticent

Request: Can you maybe do a bad boy baekhyun series? It can be just a oneshot if you want! Can the girl be shy and innocent too? Thank you!!!

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 5539

Warnings: Mentions of abuse


It was an odd feeling, almost like you had been momentarily transported into a movie and you were experiencing the cliché firsthand, and it all began when your teacher announced the pairs of partners for the history project. You had been paired with the one and only Byun Baekhyun.

He was the picturesque “bad boy” type, clothed in tight black jeans and a leather jacket, even on hot days, without fail. Dark kohl always lined his eyes, enhancing the effect of his alluring brown irises. His hair was jet black and swept up and off his forehead, held in place by gel.

Baekhyun had a devilish charm to him that you couldn’t describe, his aura seemed incredibly mysterious, almost like there was something he concealed even though logically, you could guess what his personality was like. He wasn’t a complete playboy, and not all girls were fawning to be at his side, but the gossip you overheard told you that he’s had some experience. When he wasn’t out partying he was probably picking fights on street sides in the late evening, which you inferred from the purple bruises that often tinted the skin of his jaw and hands. He was indeed a very insubordinate person, around his friends he was much worse, disrupting the school on numerous occasions. But simultaneously, he was very closed off and reserved.

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when I arrive in hell

Satan: welcome sinner, planning on staying long? *evil sarcastic laughter* to the left you’ll find the masochist chamber and to the right our new asylum for iggy azalea fans-

me: yea yea whatever I’m only here for Brendon urie where he at tho

Satan: *sighs* it’s one of them again Patrick show her the door

demon Patrick stump: k this way sweetie

i open a door to find myself in a dark room full of teens wearing smudged black eyeliner and band t-shirts. in the corner, I see Gerard way rocking back and forth whispering mama lyrics slowly. i step inside when-

Brendon: HAVENT YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF CLOSING THE GODDAMN DOOR?

me: this is where I truly belong

when dick was robin and batman was still considered to be mostly this elusive myth, dick absolutely started a conspiracy youtube account whose sole purpose was to post #BatmanConfirmed!! videos, that were just really bad minute-long mystery montages of grainy pictures of shadows outlined with red ms paint lines and arrows — “teh batman was here!!!” and “indisputable proof of batman’s exercisetense!” videos that were immensely popular bc dick is an asshole at heart and usually the grainy photos would actually have batman and robin in them reflected in glass or in pools of water or something equally as frustrating and hidden. and so even when batman actually was #confirmed, the TheTruthIsBatthere account had reached infamy so that even 30 second videos of smog reached thousands of views because a bat-ear could barely be seen in the corner sorta

and like the robin legacy, dick totally passed down the account, so that each robin attempted to outdo the others by getting the most views on their videos. jason’s “this is how i die” video was of him actually falling off a building, laughing like a maniac, and ended with a black gauntlet hand forcibly moving the lens of the camera away and a black smudge saving robin from falling to his death. tim’s was filmed like a crappy noir film, all in black and white with a bad orchestral song in the background, with, in the distance, vaguely, batman and robin jumping from roof to roof, doing sweet flips and looking appropriately cool and mysterious. stephanie, for the short time she had the account, just straight up gave the camera to a criminal mid-patrol and then proceeded to beat the crap out of them, the camera skidding far away and only catching her boots and sweet kicks. damian, petty as fuck, refusing to be second best at anything, ever, somehow convinced dick (read: casually mentioned in passing, to which dick enthusiastically agreed) to film him say, deadpan, in the Batman Voice in full Batman Gear, “i am the night.” all the robins (sans dick, who thinks it’s hilarious) hate him and say it’s cheating. the video has over a three million views, handidly more than any other video on the TheTruthIsBatthere account. bruce is just done with his kids and wants league members to stop bringing the video up in meetings, it wasn’t even him…