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Stan Sakai (w & a & c)
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Stan Sakai (w & a & c)
The TMNT are teleported to a world of talking animals—the world of Usagi Yojimbo! When the samarai rabbit embarks on a quest to save Japan and the deadly Jei blocks his path, a Turtle team-up may be the only chance for survival!
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There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass, but being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death, and he felt cheated. Cheated because travelers would normally drown in the river, but Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.

Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).

One of my responsibilities was to make sure my building’s loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day we’ve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ✶ LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ✶ NO PARKING ✶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.

Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long there’d be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.

Clubbers would take advantage of my building’s valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.

Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so they’d leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.

Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, we’d call our city’s parking enforcement and they’d get a $90 ticket for their troubles.

One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.

“Hey bro, you got one out front.”

I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk ‘97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that I’d go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.

My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.

Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, he’d get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didn’t pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).

I sighed and looked at my buddy.

“Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.”

I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.

“Hey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally it’s not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.”

The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.

“F*CKYOUB*TCHASSN☻☻☻☻I'LLF*CKYOUUP. PIGASSWANNABECOPMOTHAF*CKA.”

I looked at my watch. It was about 10:30PM. I continued my spiel.

“Parking enforcement here is pretty strict. You should move your vehicle or you might get ticketed–”

“F*CKYOUN☻☻☻☻SUCKMYD*CK. BETTERNOTTOUCHMYSHITN☻☻☻☻ILLF*CKYOUUPN☻☻☻☻.”

“Have a good night sir.”

He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I key’d up my radio.

“8million to dispatch.”

“8million, go ahead.”

“Can you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when you’re ready for the plate.”

Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.

I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.

A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radio’d me.

“Hey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?”

“Sure is.”

“You gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?”

“Yep.”

Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.

“Hey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.”

We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.

“What’s the story here?”

I told them what happened and the driver’s response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.

“8million, you got the time?”

“Yeah, it’s… 12:27AM.”

“Well it’s a whole new day now isn’t it?”

Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.

“Hey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?”

“Sounds about right.”

Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officer’s hands and they left to continue their patrols.

The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.

“HEY 8MILLION, ARE YOU STILL ON THAT CALL?”

“Negative, I just finished clearing it.”

“RESPOND TO DISPATCH ASAP.”

I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.

After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like he’d lost at least one fight.

We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.

With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.

As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.

“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”

“Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when you’re ready.”

MARCH HOROSCOPES

Pisces, plant seeds down your spine and become the careful gardener of your own life.

Aries, choosing to stay alive is a talent.

Taurus, the solution you found for yourself isn’t necessarily what will work for everyone else.

Gemini, you are too clever and influential to let minor setbacks block your path to success.

Cancer, it’s not fair to make someone play a game if you never explain the rules.

Leo, if you have to convince them to love you then it is in your best interest to leave.

Virgo, know how much your friends appreciate you even when you don’t always see them.

Libra, be easy on yourself and know you are doing the very best you possibly can.

Scorpio, recognize your keen ability to make people feel either insignificant or unstoppable.

Sagittarius, don’t let anyone dilute you to just an anecdote they brag about at parties.

Capricorn, forgive your father even if you still settle for lovers with his same stubborn temper.

Aquarius, you still have the same good heart that you did as a child.
—  MARCH HOROSCOPES, by Blythe Baird (2017)
PSA for anyone who doesn't use a mobility aid

Pavements are not designed with mobility aids in mind. It’s not even as simply as lowered curbs - it’s also about gnarly bits in the middle of the pavement, and about finding the bit of (lowered or not) curb where you can actually get on, and about avoiding the boneshakers that just increase your pain levels.

I see it a fair bit that people refuse to get out of my way, or are simply unaware that the bit of pavement they’re on is the bit that actually has a lowered curb. I see people parking in front of lowered curbs. I even see kind souls trying to get out of my way and unwittingly blocking my only viable path.

Just look down. When you see us, look at the road surface and try to imagine where you’d like to be if your feet were wheels. Okay? And then don’t be there.

It’s not a big thing. It’s okay that you never realised. But it would take the onus off of us to ask you to get out of the way - which is nerve-wracking for those of us with anxiety, and potentially dangerous when we end up unable to just get onto the pavement after crossing the road.

It’d be a lovely low-key way to be an ally.

Cool? Cool.

Ya wee bunch o'cowards!

I got a chance to play again with everyone (Sexiest Zombie, Range Proficiency: Dwarf, What Did He Say?). The Party consists of Pete The Warrior, our Necromancer Friend (No one knows his name, we just call him Nec), Anges the Dwarven Boomerang(played by our former cleric DM) and Myself. We are exploring a vampires haunted castle in search for the key that leads to his quarters, we soon come up to a door that stands out.

DM: The door is cleaner and more well kept than most, it is adorned in gold and has spiders carved out of wood.

Nec: Ooooo f*ck no… Nope, no no no. No, my contract says no spiders!

Anges: Tis just a door! Pete show dis ninny ‘ow to be a man!

Pete: I’m with the necro on this one, I don’t want to die again…

Anges: Oh for the love of- FINE *Anges opens the door*

Dm: As Anges opens the door, a larger nearly empty room sits beyond the it. The floor is scattered with webs and bones, the smell of decaying flesh filling the air. You see a pedestal at the back of the room, on it sits a old key, the key that opens the way to the vampire. But just as soon as you see the key, a grotesque hissing is heard from the ceiling as two very large decaying spiders descend and block your path.

Pete: Aaaaaand those are undead spiders…

Nec: I think I just shat myself…

Anges: Ya ’re all just a wee bunch o'cowards! PETE THROW M-

Me(OOC): I run into the room, screaming at the top of my lungs, attempting to dodge the spiders, grab the key and get out!

DM: *Eye twitching* Roll me dexterity twice and apply your bonuses…

Me(OOC): *Rolls a 19 and a Nat 20, but with bonuses from enchanted equipment I dodge both spiders* I parkour around the spiders, running on the walls while still screaming at the top of my lungs. I grab the key and jump off the back wall, performing rad flips over the spiders before landing halfway across the room, then back out! I slam the door behind me shut and bar it shut before looking back at everyone.

*Everyone is staring in disbelief*

Me: I think that went well…

DM: Those were suppose to be bosses…

anonymous asked:

6 and 25 with Buck

6. “Move away from the door and let me at him.” +
25. “Put me down!”- Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes had a very special talent of being able to drive you up the wall without saying a single word. His mere presence was enough to annoy you, and he knew it. However, one or two of your friends continuously hinted that what you were feeling wasn’t exactly annoyance.

“You do!” Wanda exclaimed, eating a large spoon of chocolate ice cream, “You so like him, you just won’t admit it!”

“I do not like that egotistic, careless, brutish, arrogant…” You ranted, kicking your legs up in the air as you lay upside down on your bed.

“Okay, okay, we get the point!” Natasha interrupted, chuckling quietly to herself as she filed her nails.

“I can’t believe you are trying to deny this, I can literally read your mind.” Wanda smirked, laughing as you threw a pillow at her head.

Meanwhile…

“Shutup Wilson, I do not like her, she’s insufferable!” Bucky grunted, taking a swig of his beer as he flipped his friend off.

“Oh come on man, you seek her out like a damn moth to a flame!” Sam chuckled, pointing the neck of his beer in Bucky’s direction

“He’s right Buck, it’s the age old awful stereotype of a little boy pulling a little girls pigtails because he likes her.” Steve smirked, bumping his fist with Sam as they both laughed at their clueless friend.

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Bucky exclaimed, scowling as his friends continued to laugh at him. “Fine! What’ve I gotta do to get you jerks off my back?” He asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“Ooooh, this could be interesting…” Sam grinned, looking over at his blond friend, “So many opportunities!”

“It has to be something she’d hate, something that would make her so annoyed that she’d get that look like she was about to explode…” Steve hummed, dropping his head back against the sofa.

“I know!” Sam clicked his fingers, jumping up from his seat, “Drop her in the pool!”

“Seriously, that’s it?” Bucky scoffed, placing his bottle down on the coffee table.

“Ooh, no that’s good!” Steve murmured, “She hates water, comes with the pyromancer territory.”

“Okay, fine!” Bucky huffed, getting up and storming out of the room, Steve and Sam following behind him like excitable children.

Meanwhile…

“And then, it blew up in his face!” Wanda laughed, causing you and Natasha to burst out laughing as well.

“Stark’s such an idiot.” You chuckled fondly, flicking through your instagram feed on your phone. 

Just as Natasha began regaling the two of you with stories of failed missions, the door slammed open and the last person in the world you wanted to see came striding in.

“Barnes, what the fu-” You exclaimed, not being able to finish your sentence before you were scooped up in his arms and thrown over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You shouted, hitting your fists against his back as he carried you through the corridors, “What the hell do you think your doing?”

As the two of you walked through a set of double doors, you still struggling in his grip, it suddenly became very clear where he was taking you. Going still for a moment, you dropped your voice an octave before growling.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I swear to god if you drop me in the pool, you will rue the day you were ever born!”

Without another word, you were unceremoniously dropped in the cold water, spluttering and shivering your broke the surface to see the faces of 4 of your team mates looking utterly shocked, and the 5th looking way to smug.

“What the fuck Barnes?” Wanda exclaimed, turning to glare at the super soldier. Moving silently through the water, you pulled yourself out, barely controlling your anger.

“I can’t believe he actually did it…” Sam murmured to Steve, both boys looking ridiculously guilty.

“You better run Barnes.” Natasha said ominously, raising an eyebrow at the brunette as he started looking more nervous, inching towards the double doors before making a run for it.

In a matter of seconds, the doors slammed shut and Steve and Sam moved into place in front of them, blocking your path. Finally losing your cool, you charged at the two men, snarling as Steve wrapped an arm around your middle to stop your way.

“Move away from the door and let me at him.” You growled, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/N… this is all just a big misunderstanding…” Steve murmured placatingly brows furrowing as you continued to struggle. 

“This isn’t a misunderstanding Steve, everyone here knows how much I hate water, he’s just a huge jackass!” You snarled, losing a bit of your edge as a sob broke past your lips.

“Y/N I-” Sam, trailing off as the two finally let you go.

You weren’t going to confront Barnes now, no, you were going to cry in your room. About your fear of water, and how this guy you had slowly fallen for turned out to be exactly who you thought he was all along.

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Noona || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

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Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Angst/Fluff


The building in front of you loomed overhead, causing the nerves to run through your body. There was an underlying nervousness that you couldn’t quite shake for some reason. Maybe it was because you were in a country that you knew nothing about.

There was only one thing you did know, and that was that you were finally hired by a company and they were willing to pay you a good amount for doing your job, which excited you. You had always dreamed, from the moment you were a little kid to become a makeup artist. It wasn’t because you liked makeup, but because you liked turning people into art.

It had been a couple weeks ago when you had gotten the email from the company, saying they had heard about your work from another band that had just recently toured in your country. One of their makeup artists had gone home sick and wasn’t able to fulfill their job, so when they put up an ad looking for someone to cover the emergency, you had shown up.

Your makeup job had been flawless, and perfect for what they needed. And that was why you were here now, in Seoul, South Korea, instead of your home town.

A company named BigHit had sent you an email inquiring about your services, and hired you the moment you said you would do the job. When you had arrived in the country you had been greeted by a woman who was the same age as you, named Jihyo. She introduced herself as your translator slash teacher.

Her job was to make sure you were able to communicate with the boys as easily as possible and teach you the language so that soon you would be able to tour with them without a problem.

You were excited, as now you were doing the one thing you loved, and getting paid fairly well for it. The only problem was the language barrier. Soon that wouldn’t be a problem, but for now it seemed like the biggest thing blocking your path from a seamless transition.

“So this is the BigHit building, you’ll come here everyday and report in to the main office. You may have been hired as a makeup artist but you’ll also be with the boys when their practicing and rehearsing. Your job will be to make sure they eat and stay healthy.” Jihyo explained. The two of you were walking into the building and she led you in the direction of what you assumed was the main office.

“You’re telling me I’ve basically become a babysitter?” You asked for clarification. Jihyo nodded before smiling and laughing lightly. The sound of her laughter made a smile come over your own lips and you couldn’t stop it.

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It's Good for You

Summary:  You need to find a way to get some exercise when you’re out on a case with Sam and Dean.  Dean is happy to oblige.

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count:  1493

Warnings:  SMUT (oral, female receiving, unprotected sex), fluff

A/N:  I may be developing an exercise kink.  Who knew?

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*GIF was found through Google credit goes to its owner.*

You slam the door behind you as you stomp into the motel room.  Dean is still in bed just rising up on his elbow rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Whoa, they didn’t have the right set of dumbbells, princess?”

“Ha, ha, Dean.  No they were closed.  A water main broke or something.  How am I supposed to exercise without a gym?

“You wanna come with me for a run?” Sam asks stepping out of the bathroom in his running gear.

You’re about to give Sam your “are-you-serious?” look when Dean chimes in.

“This one?  Go on a run with you?” Dean laughs from his bed.  “Don’t you remember that hunt when she was being chased by a ghoul?  She tried to speed walk away.”

“Shut up!” you throw one of your shoes at Dean.

Dean ducks down as it whizzes past his head.

“Don’t get me wrong sweetheart, you’re the fastest speed walker I’ve ever seen.”

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Feelings For You

Characters: Jughead x Reader 

 Word Count: 1,892 

Warnings: None, some angst and fluff

 A/N: Hey guys, this is my first fic I’ve posted on here so I’m sorry if it sucks. Feedback is appreciated and as always, requests are open! 


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 It was the first day of school again at Riverdale High. Students were bustling through the hallways eager to see their friends they lost touch with over the summer. You walked readjusting the strap to your bag on your shoulder, making sure your hair didn’t get caught. It was weird walking without him by your side, and you felt very lonely. 

Your blank expression was soon replaced with a fake smile as Betty Cooper walked over to you with a girl you didn’t recognize. “Hey y/n, I wanted to introduce you to our new classmate Veronica Lodge.” She said with a peppy smile. Veronica turned to you with an awkward smile, clearly seeing through your fake expression. “Hi, I’m y/n.” You introduced as you held out your hand. Veronica took it with a smile. 

“So how’s your first day going?” You asked. “Well, it’s not New York, but it’ll suffice.” She said with a soft smile. You nodded. “Hey y/n where’s Jughead, you guys are usually attached at the hip.” Betty said with a laugh. You immediately stiffened at the mention of him. “I don’t know, we haven’t talked in a couple weeks.” You said quietly as you looked down. “Well I gotta get to class, I’ll see you guys later.” You said with another fake smile plastered on your face before walking away. 

 You pulled your phone out to look at the time only to see that you had two minutes to get to class. “Crap.” You basically ran the rest of the way there and immediately plopped into the first seat available near the back of the class. The bell rang seconds after letting you know you made it on time. 

 “Good morning class, how was your summer break?” The teacher asked blandly as he situated himself in front of the white board to begin the boring lecture he had in store. You started to take notes on the topic, Intro to Advanced Literature when someone ran into the classroom, clearly late. You only looked up when you realized the person took a seat next to you, seeing as it was the only one left. It was Jughead. 

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you tucked a strand of your h/c hair behind your ear. He quickly pulled out his notebook and started to copy down notes trying to avoid the teacher’s stare. Eventually the teacher let it go with a warning. “You’ve never been one to be late.” You muttered quietly, loud enough for him to hear. “I was taking care of something.” He replied as he tried to catch up on all the note taking. You nodded slowly as you bit your lip nervously, your last memory with him making it’s way into your mind. 

 “Oh stop Jug.” You grinned as you pulled your arms closer to your body, trying to keep all the heat you could closer to your body. “But seriously, how much more do you think Betty could pine over Archie? You have to admit, it’s kind of funny, she’d bend over backwards for him.” He laughed. You shivered as you chuckled. 

Jughead noticed and quickly discarded his jacket, handing it over to you. “No, I can’t. You’ll get cold.” You said pushing it back to him. “y/n, I would probably be the world’s suckiest best friend if I go on without letting you take my jacket. So go on take it, it would make me feel better.” He argued. You rolled your eyes as you ended up taking the jacket. You wrapped it tight around our body as you both continued your walk in the cold summer air. 

“Hey, the lake is right over there, let’s go sit down.” You said as you speed walked over to a rockier area to get a good open view of the water. You both sat next to eachother as you admired the water and the way the moonlight hit it. The soft ripples and the sound of rushing water gave you a sense of peace. You looked up at him with a smile, even sitting down he was a good foot taller than you. “What?” He laughed as he noticed you staring. “I don’t know, I’m just… happy. I feel stress free and calm, collected for the first time in a while.” “Your welcome.” He grinned cheekily as you swatted his arm lightly. 

“But really. This is gonna be my happy place, whenever something goes wrong, I’m gonna think of this. The water calming my every move. You sitting right beside me with that dorky smile of yours.” He looked at you as he clung to every word you were speaking. You sighed contently as you turned to look at him again, realizing his eyes had never left you. 

He stayed silent as his blue eyes flickered from yours to your lips. He slowly reached out a hand and pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, causing you to be even closer to him, and then his thumb traced your jaw line. He smiled softly and then suddenly, you felt a pair of lips on yours. You couldn’t breathe, his soft lips moved against yours and you didn’t stop it. You reciprocated the action as your hand found its way into his dark messy hair. 

A moment later as if being lifted out of a trance, he immediately pulled away and looked shocked. “I-I.. I gotta go. I’ll text you later or something.” He mumbled before standing up and walking away. You blinked as you stared at where he once was. Did that just happen? Your fingertips lightly touched your lips as you felt the warmth that wasn’t there a moment ago. 

You stood up, still slightly confused before starting your walk home, overthinking the event that had just occurred. Once you made it into your house and up to your bedroom safely, you pulled out your phone and opened up your messages with Jughead. 

 “Hope you made it home ok, see you tmrw?” 

 You took off his jacket and threw it over your desk chair as you changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of old shorts for bed as you waited for him to respond. 

“K.” 

That was his only response the entire night. “He did not just “K” me.“ You thought before climbing into your bed and letting your comforter consume you as you drifted off into an uneasy sleep. The next morning you woke up and immediately checked your phone to see if there were any new messages from Jug, but there weren’t. You sighed heavily before getting up and pulling your hair into a quick messy bun and going downstairs to make a bowl of cereal.

 "Hey dad.” You greeted as you saw him sitting at the table with a newspaper in front of him. “Where’s mom?” He looked up at you briefly before settling back on the paper. “I dunno, I think she’s out with her friends from the Gardening Club or whatever she’s into these days.” Your father grumbled. You nodded as you went to grab the milk for your cheerios before settling down across from your father at the table. 

 Halfway through eating, the doorbell rang and your father gave you a look that meant you had to answer it. You groaned softly before getting up and swiftly walking to open the door. When you did, Jughead stood there with a small smile on his face. “Hey.” He greeted quietly. “Hey Jug, what’s up?” “I was wondering if you had a minute, I wanted to talk to you… about last night.” You nodded and shut the door behind you to give the two of you some privacy.

 “Jug-.” “Ok look y/n, what happened last night shouldn’t have happened.” He stated bluntly. Your face fell for a second as you waited for him to continue. “It was one of those heat of the moment things, I mean I could never date you.” He said quickly. “The whole thing was just a really bad mistake and-.” 

 “Fine. If it was such a huge mistake then just leave. I get it, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed back.” You said as you started to retreat back to your house. “Wait y/n that’s not what I-.” “Please leave.” You interrupted again with a sad glare. “Hold on-.” “Leave.” You said in a firmer tone before going back into your house and locking the door. 

 “Everything alright dear?” Your father asked from the kitchen. “Yeah… everything’s fine.” Your voice cracked as you quickly went up to your room, your appetite spoiled. 

 The bell ringing woke you up from your daydream, and you were grateful that this particular class was over so that you could escape without making a scene. “Y/n wait.” You heard and recognized his voice. You tried to walk a bit faster, not wanting to talk to him. “Slow down. Please.” He said as he tried making his way through the other students crowding the hallway. 

He was somehow able to get though and grabbed your arm. You looked up at him in distress. “Let me go, you’ve already done enough.” You said as you tried pulling your arm back. He stood in front of you blocking your path, most of the students had cleared out by now. “Please just hear me out. I need you back.” He said. You blew a stray hair away from your face as you looked up at him with narrowed eyes. You quickly looked at your phone to see that your next class didn’t start for another few minutes. 

You sighed. “1 minute. That’s all I’m giving you.” He nodded. “Ok look, I was a dick, and I know that. I just didn’t want to admit my-.” He’s stopped talking debating wether or not he should finish the sentence. “Admit your what?” You asked softly. He looked down at you and without a second thought his lips were on yours again. 

 You didn’t have much time to react, you stood frozen in shock for the first couple of seconds before melting into it. A few seconds later and his pink lips departed from yours as his hands found their way to rest on your hips. “My feelings for you.” He murmured as he looked into your e/c eyes. 

Both of your hands found its way to both sides of his face before pulling him down to kiss you again. “Oooooh. Get it Jug.” A voice called out, most likely Reggie. When you needed to breathe again, you let go of eachother, his lips were slightly swollen as were yours you were assuming. “I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said as his hand interlocked with yours. You squeezed it, assuring him you had forgiven him. 

 He was still facing you as his face flushed red before speaking again. “Ok so I really suck at this, but, would you like to on a official date, Friday maybe?” He asked with hope clear in his eyes. You grinned before getting on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek before walking away to your next class which you were almost late for. “I’m assuming that was a yes!?” He shouted after you. “We’ll see!” You shouted back with a wry grin before disappearing into the classroom as he smiled to himself and walked to his own.

Originally posted by riverdaily

Not My President

I listened as they called my President a Muslim.
I listened as they called him and his family a pack of monkeys.
I listened as they said he wasn’t born here.
I watched as they blocked every single path to progress that they could.
I saw the pictures of him as Hitler.
I watched them shut down the government and hurt the entire nation twice.
I watched them turn their backs on every opportunity to open worthwhile
dialogue.
I watched them say that they would not even listen to any choice for Supreme
Court no matter who the nominee was.
I listened as they openly said that they will oppose him at every turn.
I watched as they did just that.
I listened.
I watched.
I paid attention.
Now, I’m being called on to be tolerant.
To move forward.
To denounce protesters.
To “Get over it.”
To accept this…
I will not.
I will do my part to make sure this great American mistake becomes the
embarrassing footnote of our history that it deserves to be.
I will do this as quickly as possible every chance I get.
I will do my part to limit the damage that this man can do to my country.
I will watch his every move and point out every single mistake and misdeed in a loud and proud voice.
I will let you know in a loud voice every time this man backs away from a promise he made to them.
Them. The people who voted for him.
The ones who sold their souls and prayed for him to win.
I will do this so that they never forget.
And they will hear me.
They will see it in my eyes when I look at them.
They will hear it in my voice when I talk to them.
They will know that I know who they are.
They will know that I know what they are.
Do not call for my tolerance. I’ve tolerated all I can.
Now it’s their turn to tolerate ridicule.
Be aware, make no mistake about it, every single thing that goes wrong in our country from this day forward is now Trump’s fault just as much as they thought it was Obama’s.
I find it unreasonable for them to expect from me what they were entirely unwilling to give

Playing a Exalted game. Our group is traveling to  a major city when on an isolated spot of road we find the path completely blocked by a ‘fallen’ tree that was obviously cut recently. Knowing this scenario from a thousand RPGs we prepare. My Lunar transformed into her Deadly Beastman form, The Dawn caste draws his sword, the Night caste his bow. 

Our Eclipse, however just goes and stand on the tree and shouts: Ho Bandits! Please come out so we may negotiate your continued existence!