but i usually give in and do it anyway

The day I apparently broke the internet! From Dallascon16

So I have come to learn that quite a lot of people have seen this photo and only about half know the amazing story behind it. So I thought I would finally tell it here on tumblr!

I had bought a mishalecki photo op ticket on the Thursday before the convention but had absolutely no clue what pose to do, until it hit me. I am a hug Misha fan, and every time I have gotten to talk to him I am usually sarcastic and try to match his wit. I also love Jared, he is like an actually giant puppy. Anyway way the whole fandom knows that Misha had bragged about how flexible he is, well I am quite flexible too. Just as flexible as Misha actually,lol! So then this pose came to mind. I knew it would crack Jared up and it would give me a chance to show off some skill. I didn’t want to many people knowing what pose I was going to do because I was afraid volunteers might not be keen on the idea or I just wanted it to be a surprise.

So I was third or so in line for the photo and Misha and Jared set the tone pretty quickly with their entrance that screamed fun and sexy. Half the people in the room knew what pose I was gonna do and the other half didn’t. When it came my turn I walked up to Jared and Misha, I had to repeat it twice but for the sake of just retyping the same things I will write once.

I stood between Jared and Misha, looking at Jared while I kept Misha in my sights. I said this, “ Hey guys so I am going to do a pose you have never done before. (They began to smile; I then gently put my hand on Misha’s chest to direct Jared’s attention) See I am more flexible than Misha is, (Jared chuckled, Misha looked curious) so I am going to do a reverse table top yoga pose and I want you two to arm wrestle on my stomach. Look as extreme as possible, got it!?” I had to repeat this twice, but both were smiling and went ok, I have a feeling they were still confused, that was until I hit the ground. I heard half the room gasp,slightly, and the other half sorta whispering. From above I heard Jared and Misha go at the same time, “OH”, they had finally understood. Jared actually signaled for Chris to do another picture because he realized they both were not ready when the photo was taken, I am so glad he did cause it turned out amazing.

As I started to come out of the pose Jared helped me up, which was basically pulling me 3ft into the air, I am 5′2! He went, “Damn girl that was kick ass!” and gave me a high five. I told both of them thank you and started to walk away when Misha decided he was not done with me yet. Misha gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He leaned in so close to my face I could feel his scruff and he whispered, “ Your not more flexible than me.” As I turned to look at him he gave me the Casifer grin and winked. And to put the cherry on top of me walking away I started smiling and wagging my finger going, “No no no no no”, and the damn music stopped. Misha and Jared chuckled and I left. Later that day I showed Jared the photo, he cracked up laughing and decided to sign it, even though I already had his auto. I was like Jared stop and he went, nope I am signing this. He also signed it with AKF.

There you have it, my crazy story!

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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ok one of the fucking funniest childhood memories i have is this one time when i was around 7

me and my friend would collect webkinz and some of them dated each other. my pink pony, lollipop was dating her lil’kinz penguin, michael

a few months later, people were playing american idol karaoke at some guys birthday party (for wii i think?) and thats where i heard rihanna’s unfaithful for the first time. i was literally so entranced and inspired that when i got home that night i listened to it again on youtube and read every lyric carefully

i got so inspired that i had the sudden idea to make my pony write a break-up letter to michael, but the words were going to be the lyrics to unfaithful with some pronouns changed. the letter was literally like

Dear Michael,

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He’s more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I’m gone again
And to you I just can’t be true

And I know that you know I’m unfaithful
And it kills you inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see you dying

I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see you die a little more inside
I don’t wanna hurt you anymore
I don’t wanna take away your life
I don’t wanna be
A murderer

~Lollipop

i actually thought i was so poetic?? anyway the next day, my friend comes over as usual, and i say in the saddest and most sentimental voice, “um.. lollipop wanted me to give michael this letter… she couldn’t do it herself..” like i was really into this

so she opens the letter and after reading maybe 2 lines she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “these are the lyrics to unfaithful by rihanna” and i can still remember the blood draining from my face

my experience with overwatch characters

ana: snipes you at the beginning of the game to prove she can hit you

bastion: unstoppable killing machine that says hi to teammates when safe

d.va: all d.va’s MUST 1v each other. probably got potg before you even got ult

genji: either spams i need healing or is carrying the team in silence

hanzo: he’ll snipe you in squirmish before you get to say hello

junkrat: will kill you when he’s walking away 

lucio: how did the team get overtime? oh look there’s frog boy. if it’s illios hippity bipptie bop watch the other team drop 

mccree: flashbang right click all day everyday 

mei: ice’s you in at the beginning of the match and then kills everyone with a smile

mercy: she’s probably super stressed from being forced to be a mercy main but there’s a high possibility she can kick your ass without the team

phara: she’ll slaughter your tanks before you can even blink but rarely can land her ult without dying

reaper: he’s gonna drop down any second and ult the whole team just wait

reinhardt: either is new to rein or watch out naughty children grandpa’s gonna hammer time

roadhog: will hook your whole team half way across the map and will show no remorse 

soldier 76: it is either a mystery what he’s doing or he’s carried the whole team

sombra: either is new to sombra or is making all tanks useless and picking off all the squishes 

torbjorn: either a troll or fear the gremlin man

tracer: she either has the whole team distracted trying to kill her or she’s already killed everyone

widowmaker: fear her if she has the huntress skin

winston: i see maybe 2 every once in a while, usually only went winston to counter symmetra but failed anyway. once every five years on a blue moon a winston main will appear and spawn camp your whole family

zarya: will the barriers ever stop probably not you’ll be dead by the time they do. always gives hanzo potg

zenyatta: will shred your whole team and have a monotone face doing so 

symmetra: there is no god only satan, welcome to my reality 

Heat of the Moment - Part 1: Rebound

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortesse (mentioned), A few nameless OCs

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Lots and lots of insults, talk of sex (very light), implied smut   

Word count: 1200ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. This is part one of a two part story.

2 out of 5 prompts are used in this one and they are bolded if you are curious.

Thanks a billion to @teenage-internet-recluse for betaing this for me on super short notice.

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You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in this situation. Of course you knew you were going to see him. There was no way around it. He was your brother’s roommate, but you had come to hang out with your older brother because you missed him. Jared was only two years older than you and you had done everything together growing up.

You knew he lived with Jensen but you had thought you would only have to endure his best friend while you were at the apartment. You certainly hadn’t pictured yourself sitting in a bar filled with bimbos helping your brother pick out a rebound girl for his best friend, that was for sure. If you had thought that was how you would be spending your Saturday night you would have stayed in Austin.

You knew Jared wasn’t doing it on purpose, but it didn’t stop you wanting to kick his stupid face in every time he pointed in the direction of some blonde with her boobs hanging out.

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Right so I’ve made posts about this before but I just wanted to say something, speaking as someone who has never had credit stolen and has really only seen a couple friends experience that as well. My point being, I’m not just coming from some emotional self righteous place. I’m coming from a place of being a human being who believes in the common sense that if somebody created something, they should get credit for it. A fact which is apparently lost on or ignored by many people.

Let’s get some things straight:

  • Tagging or captioning something “not mine” does not make it okay to post without credit.
  • Saying “thanks but that’s not mine” when people compliment your post does not mean you’re giving credit.
  • People who create original content deserve to be credited. Some posters may have spent hours creating something, only to watch it be posted by someone who didn’t put in any of that effort, and gain recognition and likes and what have you without crediting the person who made it exist in the first place.
  • It doesn’t matter if it’s a photograph or a drawing (those seem to be the most common). Give credit to the creator.
  • It takes. So. Little. Time. To credit. Ideas in descending order according to length and effort:
    • Reposted from ____
    • Originally from ____
    • Posted by ____
    • Credit to ____
    • From _____ (that’s literally four letters, plus a link or username. I think you can handle that)
  • If you can’t find the original post via reverse Google search, at least link back to the source URL. It’s simply the decent thing to do.
  • Who really enjoys stupid, stressful arguments over credit? The offenders get defensive and mad, the posters get hurt and even angrier, and it all could be prevented by the simple act of crediting.
  • Like seriously. If for no other reason, just credit the damn person to avoid clogging people’s dashes with angry posts, wasting everyone’s time in blocking you, and getting into fights with internet people you’ll never see in real life.
  • Isn’t plagiarism bad? I mean the school system, internet, and life failed you drastically if you’ve never heard of plagiarism. People get suspended, failed, and expelled for it. So clearly that’s not cool.
  • As a final note, it would be very nice of you to even consider ASKING permission *gasp* before reposting. What a NOVEL idea! Let’s look at some options, shall we?
    • I wish I could *insert skill here* like you. Maybe you could give me some pointers? In the meantime would it be okay if I reposted this for inspiration/reference?
    • Hi! I really love this post and I was wondering if I could repost it to my *insert social media here*
    • Hey! Do you mind if I repost this? (oh DAMN look at that, that one took me less than 30 seconds to type. Holy shit the miracles of giving credit)

Long story short, JUST GIVE CREDIT. I cannot wrap my mind around why people find this such an insurmountable burden. Usually you got the photo directly from the source anyway, so you know where it came from. And it takes less than 5 minutes to do a reverse Google image search; if you can’t find ANY information, either consider not posting it and asking permission to repost something else, or at least put down the URL to indicate that this is not original content.

THE END.

P.S. Give credit. Please.

I just can’t stop thinking about Jack singing. Cause I am a *sucker* for good voices.

Just, imagine Jack actually enjoying like random chill indie bands, and really old stuff like the Beatles style as well as old country (he’s into softer, slower songs). Like everyone gives him crap for not know current pop figures, but he knows obscure bands and oldies. Like Jack probs uses BandCamp.

Anyways, this boy has a beautiful voice (and so do both of his parents). He doesn’t sing often, and he usually only does it alone cause thats the only time when he really listens to music that he knows and enjoys anyways. He also hums a lot an sings softly when he jogs at the asscrack of dawn.

SO because Jack is a private man, it’s not often that others hear him sing, or even know he sing. Lardo and Shitty both know, as Shitty is his roomie and Lardo is low-key too and knows when not to chirp Jack. They both share a love of chill indie bands and recommend songs to each other a lot. Like just a random text to each other will just be like

Lardo: “Daylight - Matt & Kim”
Jack: cool thanks

When Bitty and Jack start dating, Bitty doesn’t know about Jack singing, or his taste in music, but he finds out one morning when he pads into the bathroom in Jack’s *cough* their *cough* apartment and Jack is showering and he’s playing music and singing.

Bitty just like, his heart melts. And he just listens and stays there real quiet until Jack gets out. He jumps a bit and flushes when he sees the lovey look on Bitty’s face.

After that they have like a long chat about music taste and Bitty tells Jack they should listen to his stuff more, cause normally Bitty just controls the music cause he didn’t really know what Jack listened to, but now they take turns and Bitty actually likes that style a bit too sometimes.

To sum it all up, Jack being 110% himself around Bitty and very relaxed and being able to belt out songs in the cars with Beyonce on and also like have the sexiest, smoothest voice when calmer songs are on. Boyfriends just being cute and singing together and Jack serenading Bitty probably and slow dancing in the kitchen and ahhhhhhhh!

anonymous asked:

i saw your wonderful meta and i thought, another thing that really stuck with me is the difference between the sheith vs kallura hug in s2. with kallura, you see them hug up close, the viewers are invited into the scene because it's not an intimate one. but with sheith, you see both of them hug, you don't get to hear anything (if they were even saying anything), and the viewers are placed very far away, as if we're not meant to invade into that intimate moment that's reserved just for the 2.

hi!  ha i actually also like kallura and think their hug was cute too, but ya theyre both presented in really different ways. i think the main thing is how comfortable keith looks with shiro, so this is a level of intimacy he’s used to. he tells that one arusion he doesnt hug strangers, but i guess he must hug shiro time to time, since he just goes in for the handshake but isnt at all surprised when shiro pulls him in. 

also, interesting note about it feeling like this intrusion on a private moment: allura’s watching them 

so ya, in terms of how theyre in their own little world and someone else is looking in, i think its definitely framed that way, since its something we see from allura’s point of view. we also get the hug right on the heels of this scene 

so The Hug is also kinda this moment where you have someone else staring and going Why though?? why are they so close??? because shiro keeps trusting all these galra and she just?? cant understand it?? when she turns away from the bom she looks Tired and Annoyed. but after keith catches her staring during the hug, she looks more…hurt? guilty? something? like she’s maybe thinking she shouldn’t be so quick to judge, because keith and shiro both look so perfectly content and at ease in that moment, and its kinda hard to think Evil Galra when you see them being so vulnerable with somebody. (granted i think she had every right to be wary and im proud she was able to build that bridge back up by herself, but i digress). anyway, i think there is that extra level of it feeling like this personal moment  because its this scene that kinda “humanizes” him for allura a little–his affection for shiro humanizes him. and it’s one of the early steps in learning to confront her black and white worldview. ironically, the sheith hug reveals just as much about allura as it does shiro and keith. 

sidenote: i think its interesting that in both these scenes, shiro is turned away from her the whole time. which seems kinda indicative of how distant from shiro she feels because its like hes “siding” with the galra over her. keith is the only one who looks back. and when he does, allura immediately breaks eye contact. 

as for the kallura hug, it seems pretty one sided to me. that is, allura initiates it, and he doesnt respond as readily. she kinda grabs him and you can tell he’s shocked that she’s ready to forgive him so easily. He doesnt pull away or anything though, and tries to reassure her and everything. when he promises to come back you can tell he really cares that she was concerned for him. but, that being said, he definitely doesnt look as comfortable. hes more startled and just freezes. he doesnt hug her back right away. its not something to be expected, like with shiro. 

obviously, this also has a lot to due with the drastic change in her behavior, which leaves him pretty confused. but even when hunk hugs him that one time at the beginning, he looks shocked. hes a touch averse person usually, so its nice to see that he at least had shiro to open up to. and now, little by little, hes slowly letting his guard down around others too.

also, something i kinda wondered when i first watched season 2: since she was the one watching keith and shiro hug before, did it occur to her that oh!! maybe this is a thing! maybe keith likes hugs. should i be giving him a hug?? because she saw shiro do it to reassure him so she tried to comfort him the way shiro would? caus if so thats really cute 

anyway im thankful for both the sheith and kallura hugs! like honestly keith can probably use all the hugs he can get at this point ha 

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

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I wasn’t myself. After that day on the rooftop with Sehun, my behaviour towards everything and everybody had changed. At the beginning I brushed it off, but the longer I ignored it, the bigger the gnawing feeling on my insides got until I couldn’t ignore it anymore. 

Jay and Baekhyun had both noticed my change in demeanor and there was nothing I could do. Each day felt as if it was a struggle and it’s all my fault. 

The second I accepted this job I had told myself that I would remain professional and just do what was expected of me and go home. That was my plan, which now was slowly falling to pieces. I let Sehun get to me again and this was the result. 

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I Love You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by diytae

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CONTENT CONTAINS VERY MATURE THEMES AND INCLUDES MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UPSET EASILY. 

AN: I’m really being serious about this one guys. So much so that I’m putting the authors note here instead of at the end like usual. This imagine is not meant for people who are easily upset and it’s not meant to hurt anyone, it’s purely for the reader who requested it. If you do not feel comfortable with the above mentioned themes please let me know and I can make another version for everyone. 

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Angst 


Jungkookie, I’m so excited for you! You’re going on tour and you’re going to have so much fun. Make sure you blow all of your fans kisses and give all of them love. Without them you wouldn’t have made it this far so remember to be grateful. Anyways, I love you. Be safe!

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12x12 Coda... (morning after)

“Dean, if you want to teach me to…  flirt, I am ready to learn,” Cas offered, sipping a black coffee.

Uh….” Dean ‘s head went a bit white noise. He glanced swiftly at his brother, who was already hoovering up the morning’s ration of eggs and toast.

Cas was wearing a clean black T-shirt, one of Dean’s old ones, which read “AC/DC”. His hair was plastered, a little damply, behind his ears. Dean had insisted on laundering the trench, to get rid of all the black goo and blood from the barn. He’d insisted on laundering the angel, too. Let’s wash that angel-killing rune magic off, Cas, just to be sure…c’mon, don’t be a baby, one shower is not gonna be that terrible…

Sam contented himself with raising an eyebrow.

“Yesterday,” Cas continued blithely, you wanted me to ‘hit on’ Megan, our waitress.” He waggled his fingers, making solem air quotes for “hit on”. 

Dean mentally, and colourfully, cussed himself out. 

Cas’ skin had been surprisingly soft and soapy, the terrfying cracks made by the spear all gone, although Dean had anxiously searched for them with careful fingers, the water thrumming under the weight in his throat…

He sat down at the breakfast bar with the other two, grabbing himself some of what was on offer.

“You want me to pass better… as human,. I understand,” Cas said, in a gravelly and obliging tone.

“Uh, yeah… that’s… sure…” Dean mumbled, shoving toast into his mouth hastily.

“Why don’t you practice on Dean?” Sam suggested, widening his eyes at his older brother.

He’d rubbed Cas dry with their best fluffy towel. From the solid chords of his neck to his long, elegant feet, Dean had been meticulous, each touch a silent prayer… And if his eyes got wet… well, it was just the steam, settling on them both in the quiet. 

He’d tried not to think too much about the fact that he owed those prayers to Crowley..

Cas blinked, for a second, then turned to face the older Winchester, “Your gluteus maximus muscles appear to be of an efficacious tensile strength,” he told Dean, “and, considering your propensity for fried food, your blood cholesterol levels are quite passable…” 

Dean choked on a mouthful of toast and had to take an extra swig of orange juice.

“Dude, he said you had a nice butt,” Sam sniggered.

Cas had come, unprotesting, to Dean’s room. I know you don’t sleep, but you almost died and your body needs to rest now Cas, please… just, lie down.. yes here, next to me, c’mon buddy, under the covers that’s right… 

Dean had kept babbling for a while, his own receipe for banishing death… That was a close call, buddy, freaking demons, Jeez. Why does shit always go down for us in barns, huh? His laugh was like a bark or a sob. Are you cold, are you ok, Cas? 

But Cas had just looked at him, a look more naked than his entire body had been earlier under the shower… So then Dean held him, and he smelled of lavender… and who cares how hard his heart hammered in the dark…

Dean flushed at the tips of his ears and gave his brother a swift kick in the ankle. 

“Uh, Cas…. no…. you… can’t let on you can read people’s frigging…. internal organs, for a start…”

Cas frowned in concentration, anxiety in the tiniest of tells in his knuckles, a piece of toast he didn’t need to eat lying half-bitten on his plate.

“In certain lights, a human soul looks like amber, but there are no insects…” he started.

“Really?” Sam took a glug of coffee, looking genuinely intrigued. 

Dean was not having a good morning. His own stupid fault, as usual. 

“No… that’s.. wrong too, obviously… I’m.. I appreciate your mouth, when it smiles before you do..” Cas threw Dean a hopeful look. 

Dean felt his heart give a treacherous lurch. 

“Definitely don’t waste that on a waitress you just met,” Sam said lightly, his eyes flicking between them.

 “And don’t listen to anything my brother has to say on the subject of flirting anyway, Cas. Dean says everything sincere with his actions, not with his… cute mouth.”

“Shuddup Sam,” Dean growled, but he was a little bit grateful.

The angel had shaken for quite a while in his arms and Dean had just… held on tight. He couldn’t make the strings of his voice-box work anymore, so he’d prayed, over and over, so close to Cas’ mouth he was sure he’d feel it on his breath. 

“I love you too, Cas. I love you too.”  

anonymous asked:

Hi, your bughead writing is really good and it always makes me smile! I was wondering if you could write one about 5 times people doubt their relationship, and each time they prove it's real? Thank you for your hard work!

Hey anon thank you so much aaahhhh!! Alright, since I wanted to do this prompt justice, it turned out quite a bit longer than my usual drabbles… ANYWAYS here is some bughead with disbelieving friends. As always, cute & fluffy 

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1. REGGIE

“So Betty,” Reggie’s form leans over hers as she gathers books from her locker.

He has one arm supporting him on the lockers and the other runs through his hair, “You free tonight? You still haven’t had a cup of what Reggie’s serving.” The smug grin on his face falls when Betty laughs and an arm falls across her shoulders.

“Hey Reginald,” Jughead gives a small wave with his free arm, “is what your serving any good? I’m feeling kind of peckish,” Jughead finishes his point by giving Betty a peck on the cheek.

“Oh please, you two?” Reggie gestures between them with a disgruntled look in his face.

“Yes Reg,” Betty smiles, “so if you want to join us and the rest of the gang, we will be at Pops later tonight,” she shuts her locker, pulling lightly on Jughead’s sweater to get him to follow her to class as he was still giving Reggie the stink-eye.

“What has you in a mood?” Betty asks, changing their position to hold hands. Jughead looks down at their hands together then back up to Betty, thinking on it a moment. “I know we told Archie, but I think he thinks it was a joke,” Jughead says and Betty laughs, then gets more serious.

“Now that you say it, Veronica didn’t believe me either,”

“We should break it to them,”

“What do you want to do to get them to believe us?” Betty looks up at him as the stop outside the classroom.

“Well, we have science now,” Jughead holds back a smile, “let’s show them some chemistry,” he deadpans.

2. VERONICA

Almost immediately after they enter the classroom-

“Hey Betty over here!” Veronica calls Betty over to her lab station. Betty exchanges a look with Jughead as they walk towards an open station.

“Betty is with me,” Jughead says with a grin, sitting down beside her and hooking an arm around her waist. Betty blushes at the possessive gesture and nods towards Veronica.

“Alright then, I’ll be with Mr. Late I guess. You guys coming to Pops tonight?” Veronica responds, clearly missing what they are trying to say. Jughead’s thumb starts to brush up and down on Betty’s side.

“Yeah, I’m going with Juggie,” Betty awkwardly touches his face, but it turns into a light caress and now Jughead is blushing slightly.

Veronica looks over now, “Ohhh,” she smiles, “so you were being serious,” she looks happy about this, “you two are the epitome of cuteness, jeez.”

Betty and Jughead laugh as they relax in their seats for class.

3. ARCHIE

Archie bursts into class a good ten minutes late, and takes the seat beside Veronica.

After he is settled in for class, Jughead leans over towards him and whispers, “You know I’m with Betty right?”

“I have eyes,” Archie says, and Jughead breathes out, relieved, “you guys are lab partners today, we will be tomorrow, it’s alright pal,” Archie continues and and Jughead groans, frustrated.

Betty leans over, “Ronnie, make it clear for him please,” and Veronica nods.

Veronica grabs Archie’s face from where it is looking at the other pair and brings it to face hers, “Archiekins, they are together,” she says, “as in dating.”

Archie turns his head as much as he can in Veronica’s grasp and looks at Betty and Jughead who are smiling sheepishly, “Cool.”

4. KEVIN

Although they are in the same class and sit in the same area, Kevin had missed this entire exchange as he was caught up in the supply closet… with Moose.

Because of this, Jughead and Betty were surprised when he approached them after class.

“Betty,” Kevin starts, Betty and Jughead share an amused glance, “I heard that you and,” he gestures to Jughead, “are an item.” He finishes before crossing his arms.

“Well you just missed us running through a field of flowers towards each other,” Jughead deadpans, and Betty nudges him.

Both Betty and Kevin are giving him looks now. Kevin’s being disbelief and Betty’s being ‘cut it out but yes that was funny’.

Betty can Jugheads annoyance and pulls him into a side hug, “Seriously Kev,” she kisses Jughead’s cheek to illustrate her point, “we are together.”

She feels Jughead soften against her as Kevin says, “okay,” then takes of down the hall without another word.

Betty calls out after him, “you’re coming to Pops right?”

Without turning around Kevin replies, “yep!”

Jughead relaxes his embrace from where he was holding Betty so instead he has his arm around her as they make their way down the hall towards the hall where their lockers are.

Betty feels Jughead get tense again, “what is it?”

Jughead is silent for a moment before he responds, “why is no one believing us today?”

Betty pokes him with a small smile, “maybe we are just too good to be true,” then kisses him on the cheek once again, feeling him relax once more. Jughead gives her a halfhearted grin before she continues, “meet me out front so you can walk me to Pops.”

5. CHERYL

The gang is all at Pops, sprawled between two booths. Some of the teens are standing, some leaning over the barrier between the booths, and a few are sitting. Of the few sitting, Betty and Jughead share the bench of one of the booths, Betty leans into Jughead who has his arm around her.

The bell of the front entrance rings out, signalling the arrival of one Cheryl Blossom.

Her eyes go directly to the pair on the side of the booth as she stalks towards the group.

“Am I to believe that Cooper finally found a guy to take her?” She quips, making Jughead tense up, “what are you paying him,” she looks down to his plate, “hamburgers?”

Betty freezes, and Jughead has had enough of this.

“Nope,” he says loudly, “not paying me,” he stares Cheryl down, waiting for her to ask what he thinks she is going to.

“Prove it,” she says.

That’s all the permission he needs.

He rests a hand on Betty’s face, turning it towards his own, the other snaking around her back. He lowers his face, pressing his lips against hers. Betty, no longer frozen, grips the front of his sweater in an effort to bring him closer, and changes the angle of the kiss. The world fades away for a moment, nothing but the glide of their lips against one another, and the slightest brush of tongue. Then they hear a cough and break apart abruptly, both of them blushing furiously. PDA was never either of their things.

“Well, I guess I believe you for sure now,” Kevin says, avoiding eye contact. Cheryl rolls her eyes and leaves to get her order, a few of the gang nodding along to Kevin’s comment and Veronica giving them a thumbs up. Betty slides off of where she had moved nearly completely into Jughead’s lap and curls her hair behind her ears. Jughead grabs her hand and intertwined their fingers. Betty looks to him to see him looking at her, and they smile.

+1. POP

“Here’s your malts,” Pop drops the tray off on the table without missing a beat, about to leave when Jughead starts talking to him.

“By the way Pop, me and Betty are together,” Jughead says, grinning up at the man that makes his favourite hamburger.

“I know, it’s been a while hasn’t it?’ Pop replies, and Jughead squawks. Pop taps his nose with a knowing smile, “I know everything,” before he walks away.

NaLu in the Grand Magic Games Arc. (Analysis.)

Warning. This is probably going to be very long. 

So, I do believe that Natsu DOES INDEED love Lucy and I think the GMG arc shows a lot of his feelings for love. I have WAY more pictures, but I’m to lazy to get them so here is my:

(MY) TOP TEN NALU MOMENTS IN THE GMG ARC

Firstly in this scene when Lucy lost to Flare and she was crying and the audiance was trash talking her because they didn’t realize that Raven Tail cheated no one was ever obligated to go down there and comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But you know what? Natsu went down there anyway and told her that she did amazing. What I think Natsu means by “Thanks to you, I realized we can fight in this world." Of course he’s trying to comfort her, but he’s going to fight for her during the Grand Magic Games. He’s going to show her even though she got screwed over this round, it’s all going to get better because they’re together. Thats why he reassures her by saying ”Lets save the tears for when we win!“ and "Well turn it around from here on out!”

Ahh, Lucy gets fucked over part two. I absolutely LOVED the Naval Battle. Mostly because of all the NaLu but aww well. I think this part is the most significant because it’s a battle, you’re really not suppose to beg for mercy for your own teamate during it. But Natsu did anyway, why? Because Natsu absolutely can not standwatching Lucy get hurt or suffer. Especially for a stupid reason such as Sabertooth hated Fairy Tail’s confidence. So, he just swallows up his pride and begs for Minerva to stop hurting Lucy when the battle is clearly already over. While Lucy was getting beaten to death who kept calling out her name in concern? Natsu. Who was the one who didn’t wait to rush down to where Lucy was when the Ref called the match and he jumped over a wall? Natsu. Who was so pissed at Sabertooth for what they were doing to Lucy that there was a vein sticking out of his head? Natsu. Who loves Lucy? Natsu. 

Even thought Natsu isn’t even with Lucy in this scene, I think it still holds a lot of meaning. Natsu and Gajeel are about to go against the twin dragon slayers. Of course they’re going to be tough opponents! They should be mentally and physically preparing for the battle, but Natsu is going to take time out of his preparing to go and see how she is doing even though he knows she is ok. Maybe Natsu just needs to see Lucy is okay and safe before he goes into battle to know that she is protected and nothing will hurt her. Maybe Lucy is a calming factor for Lucy, like Lisanna told Lucy on Tenrou Island Natsu does better when his most trusted friends are around. Well Lucy wasn’t going to be around Natsu this time while he was fighting, so maybe he took time to go and see that she would be there mentally instead of physically.

Look how cute my husband is… anyways. Like stated before, Natsu should be preparing for his fierce battle against the twin dragons but instead he’s checking up on Lucy. I mean just look at how gentle his look is to her? Also, who knows how long he has been there? How much time he took out of preparing to go and watch her sleep? Not even mentioning that he was smiling the whole time he was watching her, whether she was asleep or not. Natsu’s usually a very rash, impatient, tempermental person. He’s not patient, he loves to charge into things head on. So, why is he so unbelievebly patient with Lucy? Because he loves her cough cough.

Natsu always makes sure Lucy is taken care of before anything. Whether its him protecting her, or him asking someone else to take care of her. Usually he always asks Happy to take care of Lucy when he isn’t around but since Happy isn’t around he asked Wendy and Carla. It was obvious that they were going to take care of Lucy anyway, so why did Natsu ask them to do something they were already going to do? I think it was to give him some peace of mind when he is out in the battlefield that Lucy is being taken care of and to make sure it was going to happen he needed to vocalize it. Lucy’s safety comes first to Natsu.

I think it is absolutely adorable that no matter what, Natsu ALWAYS puts Lucy’s name before anyone else’s. Of course Natsu wants to fight and win for the guild, but mostly he wants to fight for Lucy. I think we can all agree that Lucy got totally screwed over in the GMG Arc and, depending on how you look at it, Eclipse Arc as well. Natsu knows Lucy feels guilty since she thinks she’s the reason why they’re in last place in the GMG. Natsu however doesn’t think of it like that at all. He wants to reassure Lucy that even when all hope is lost, theres always a reason to keep fighting. Thats why I think Natsu is mostly fighting for Lucy.

Ahh I love this moment! Its the heat of the battle, Sting just came at Natsu with the attack that killed a dragon. Natsu isn’t scared as he counters it though, he just thinks about Lucy. And you know what? He kicks Sting and Rouge’s asses after he thinks of Lucy. I really do think that Lucy is always in the back of Natsu’s mind and she’s a reason why he keeps pushing himself to fight even when all hope seems lost. 

Aww, blushing Natsu is so cute. Honestly a person blushes for two reasons. They’re embarrassed or the person they like more than a friend just complimented them. Well guys, Natsu’s not embarrassed. In this scene Lucy told Natsu that she’s believed in him ever since she’d joined the guild. How is someone suppose to react when they hear that? Just smile and say thank you. No, not Natsu. He stands there dumbfounded, blushing, then smiles while still blushing  and tells her “Thanks, leave it to me!”He’s reassuring her that since he knows that she is with him, he’ll be sure to win because with Lucy, Natsu can do anything. 

After the battle instead of boasting and gloating to the crowd about his one on two victory with the toughest competition in the Games, he immediately wants to go over and tell Lucy about how he did and to indirectly show her that anything is possible when someone you love is with you physically, or in this case mentally. This just goes back to my point about Lucy is Natsu’s first priority and one of the first things he thinks and worries about, besides Igneel and Happy of course. That, and Natsu wants to go show off to Lucy about how awesome he is and did to hopefully get a smile on her face because he knows she likes his goofy side.

I saved the best for last, GiHi. I mean come on guys, do I even have to say that much? Look at his eyes! His smile! Who gives a “friend” a look with this much love in it. He’s relieved that she never doubted him in his battle with Sting and Rouge. That she believed in him enough to not even ask about the battle because she knew he won, because Natsu always wins because Natsu never gives up no matter the cost. And Natsu just fights better when Lucy is around, whether it be mentally for physically. I mean come on guys, do you look at a friend like this? Or do you look at someone you like more than a friend like this? I may be looking to much into it… but aww well, I will go down with NaLu.

And there you have it! My top ten NaLu moments in the GMG Arc, hopefully this all made sense and remember, THIS IS TOTALLY MY OPINION ON THE WHOLE THING. YOU CAN AGREE OR DISAGREE AS YOU PLEASE. 

Thank you for reading (: 

anonymous asked:

For the Drabble challenge can you do feysand #4? Thanks!!

Prompt was “Who gave you that black eye?”

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The first thing that Feyre noticed about Rhys when he walked into the dining room was the disheveled state of his clothing.

The second thing she noticed was the purple and red discoloration of a massive black eye that had nearly swollen shut.

She would have jumped up to care for him, except for the sheepish expression that he managed to wear in spite of his inability to use said eye.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “Who gave you that black eye?”

Throwing his weight into his usual chair and slumping down, he answered, “You don’t want to know.”

“I’m not sure I do. But you’re going to tell me anyway.” Feyre walked over to Rhysand’s chair and placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself while she leaned down to inspect the damage. She lifted his chin to get a better look, and after giving a short tsk of her tongue, she said, “This had better be good.”

Feyre lifted a finger to indicate that he should wait, and quickly returned with a rag and a bowl of water to clean the minor scrapes he had incurred.

As she worked, she waited for him to begin talking. When he didn’t, she poked his shoulder. “So, what happened?”

“Feyre, there are some things that you don’t know yet, about Illyrian culture. Some of the trials that we endured while training, they were…” Rhys looked off into the distance at something that wasn’t there, something from his past. Feyre took a deep breath, preparing herself for whatever might come next.

“One of them in particular was difficult. Cassian was always the most competitive during this particular trial. It was…” Rhys shook his head. “Everyone knew that if Cassian became involved, no one would beat him. I’ve been trying to for years.” Bitterness crept into his voice and he gripped the edge of the table.

“OK Rhys, what was this trial, exactly?”

Letting loose a deep sigh, Rhys answered, “A dance competition.”

Feyre stood up straight, her hand falling to her side. “A dance competition?” she echoed. Surely he was joking, surely this could not be the cause of such a deep-seated rivalry amongst Illyrian warriors, proud as she knew they could be.

“It’s about agility and dexterity. It’s an art form, Feyre!” he exclaimed. “We had to practice, so long, in between training with various weapons and learning battle tactics. It was brutal.” His eyes returned to their gazed, far-away look, and Feyre took a deep breath, gripping the washcloth between her hands.

“But Rhys, I’m confused. How does this lead to your black eye?” She gestured to his face, her mind racing to Cassian, to Azriel, trying to keep images from racing through her head, but they wouldn’t stop and she was so close, so close to losing control…

He cleared his throat. “Azriel and I, we practice. Once a week, we meet in secret. We vowed, all those years ago, that we would defeat him. So we’ve been training. We just had a misstep today. I miscalculated where he was going, or he miscalculated my next step, I’m not sure, but before I knew it his elbow was in my face.”

Feyre returned to tending to his wound, her views of the three brothers changed forever.

“Feyre?” Rhys asked.

“Yes?”

“Don’t tell Cassian? That we are practicing. Or training, I mean.”

“I promise, Rhys.”

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Drabble challenge (sorry my blog does weird things with the numbers)

26/4/17

i’m writing because i feel like i should - i haven’t in a while, and i’ve started this entry a couple of times and just deleted it. what have i been doing? it’s hard to remember. attending lots of gigs, studying, walking, doing very little creatively. i feel like i’m looking out of the very back of myself, at the bottom of a deep well. i’m not sure how i feel about anything. i have an idea, i have a list of ideas i haven’t started because i don’t have the time. i started back at having a schedule again yesterday and i like it if only because it means maybe i won’t just fall into destructive habits. i can usually rely on myself not to anyway, but i live in fear of giving in regardless. 

i wanted this to be more compelling, but really i just feel like i’m floating.

Scared to Be Lonely | Shawn Mendes Imagine

based on the song ‘Scared to Be Lonely’ by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa.

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

i) it was great at the very start.

It was like you could look into his eyes the entire day.

You couldn’t control the stupid grin that formed on your face every time you saw his name appear on the screen of your phone, or how butterflies filled your belly every time his skin touched yours.

You still remembered how his lips felt against yours for the first time; they were warm and the shape felt perfect against your own. You loved how his hands rested on your back and how yours rested on his shoulders while your lips created the most beautiful choreography.

The first time he flew you to one of his concerts was the most exciting thing ever. Your leg had been bouncing up and down the entire flight, and you couldn’t contain the smile on your lips when you finally saw him sitting on the bed of his hotel room, quietly strumming his guitar. You circled your arms around his waist and nothing mattered when you heard his breathy laugh and noticed the huge smile on his face because you were in front of him.

You felt like the most important person in the world when he interlocked your fingers and led you through the huge crowd of fans and paparazzi after one of his concerts. He was tired; his cheeks were flushed and his hands were a bit sweaty, but he still placed his body in front of you to protect you from anything.

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i’ve been overpaying for haircuts for a long time, bc when i moved here i picked a kind of trendy place for idk what reason, but i kept going because the stylist was so nice and something about the way she cuts my hair makes it last much longer before looking stupid which i appreciate, but the place charges way more for a haircut for any woman than it does for any man, even if a woman’s hair is less than an inch like mine is when it’s just cut, which as it happens is against new york city law

i actually asked the dickish guy in charge about it once and he brazenly admitted that they hid the gendered pricing in the online booking tool because they know it’s illegal and don’t want to get fined, and i played dumb because i was going to file a complaint, and i did file a complaint but the agency initially said it could be anonymous but then emailed me and refused to proceed unless i gave them all my info on the record which i didn’t want to do because i’m not trying to make enemies here, and then i sucked it up for several more haircuts because i’m socially anxious and conflict averse in person

but today when i booked i saw that the haircuts no longer said women’s and the shortest one now said men’s SLASH extra short so i picked that one, and of course the guy rang me up for the usual price anyway, but so i worked up my courage and said something like “oh, it said extra short and so i figured [*gestures at hair*] and also, like… it’s the law.” and he paused and gave me this long ticked-off look and then rang me up for, i shit you not, over 20 entire dollars less!

i still tipped my stylist the usual amount because she deserves it but this time i walked back to give it to her myself to make sure she actually got it because i do not trust the dickish man

anyway one day i’ll get up the guts to file a non-anonymous complaint but for now i’m celebrating my victory with this beautiful beautiful chorizo taco

hey nobody asked but I have headcanons about Alana Maxwell and also I’m procrastinating on paperwork

  • she keeps her hair fairly long (the longest of any women on the Hephaestus, anyway) but always, always pulled back because it’s way too distracting if she wears it down.
  • she likes to dye her hair bright and unnatural colors (a nice side perk of Goddard Futuristics - they don’t really give a shit about how you look, as long as you do good work) but doesn’t like the trouble of maintaining it. usually she lets it fade quite a bit before she picks a new color.
  • she’s a big fan of stim jewelry, especially simple spinner rings and fidget bracelets. she’s usually wearing at least one of each.
  • team Oops It’s Been A Few Days Since I’ve Taken A Shower
  • she likes tattoos but can never commit to what to get. she settles for doodling on herself (and Jacobi) a lot. 
  • her living space isn’t magazine cover perfect - she hasn’t made her bed since she was about 7 and the hamper tends to be overflowing - but everything does tend to be tidied away into very particular places. she doesn’t like clutter on the floor or on any of her surfaces. 
  • she has an enduring love of dumb 80′s synthpop that Jacobi just… Does Not Get. both of them enjoy electronica that has 0 lyrics and is 100% interesting beats and sounds, though.