but then when they broke up the writers tried really hard to show that she was more than that

kremlin annihilation week
Day Six: Worst Moment(s) passed off as cute/funny/romantic

Okay here we go!

“You look beautiful with the weight of all these worlds on your shoulders. Absolutely beautiful.”

Because nothing boosts a woman’s confidence at a time when she’s trying to save the world like being told she looks beautiful when she looks stressed and terrified I guess? I expected a kiss or something in this episode, but it broke my heart that rather than him trying to encourage her, remind her that she was fighting as hard as she could and perhaps tell her that it wasn’t her fault if she couldn’t save everyone in time, he tells her this. She’s struggling so much, and this is what she gets. This is so far from romantic.

And then there was that fight at the DEO, when Mxy turned up and Mon-El was jealous and tried to make Kara feel bad for daring to believe she could sort it out. This whole scene was awful and they tried to pass it off as a “funny couple fight” when it was anything but. And yet through all the yelling, all the Mon El chasing Kara and getting in her face whilst she tried to tell him she could handle it and he needed to drop it, they threw in this little “oh isn’t he funny and adorable!” tidbit, the “good to see you Dana.” The “sure, he may have just chased Kara again, got right in her face and said he was the only one allowed to be mad, but look at him, chatting to someone from the DEO, haha, he’s not really being nasty to Kara if he can do that.”

No. No no no. This was not cute, this was not funny. This was a man abusing and intimidating a woman in the place she worked because he was jealous and he decided he knew better, and it’s insulting that they genuinely thought this ridiculous line would somehow make it seem like this wasn’t so horrible. Because yes, as the karamels keep telling us, real couples do have fights. But there is such a huge difference between differences that get worked through and actual abuse and intimidation. He yelled at her, he chased her and he wouldn’t drop it despite her trying to get him to be quiet. In. Her. Workplace.

And then there was the short-lived #karamelisoverparty. When Kara finally announced she did deserve better (come on Kara, you still do!!). And Kara had had a very long day trying to figure out Mon-El and his parents and was finally going home to a place she could be alone and think and process the day’s events. And so she unlocks the door to her apartment and “I hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”

“Oh how romantic, he’s waiting for her!” the karamels cry! Meanwhile the rest of us who love Kara are frustrated that her one safe space that is truly hers where she can just get away from everything has been invaded by someone who most recently told her than “by this point in movies the girl usually forgives the boy.” Sure, he may have spent some time there recently, but she clearly did not want to be around him by then, but he chose to invade her space and catch her unawares so he could try win her over yet again.

And then, whilst Mon-El was trying to plead his case, telling Kara about how wonderful she was and admitting he was a liar and how he just needed another chance, he threw out that one line, the one line that was an awful attempt at emotionally manipulating her, the “I love you.” Because in that moment, he was desperate, he was begging, because everything had gotten to a point where Kara was sick of all his behaviour. But instead of trying to discuss it with her, or ideally not being in her space at all, and rather staying out the way whilst figuring out if he genuinely could be better for her by actually changing his behaviour completely and not just on the surface for her to see, he played the love card, in some attempt to guilt her into forgiving his very long list of wrongdoings. Because an “I love you” shouldn’t be abused like that, and it was the most disgusting attempt at emotional manipulation to say it when he did. Thankfully at the time Kara did insist she deserved better and told him to leave, but later she did say she forgave him despite him not changing at all.

And last (for my list, there are many more I haven’t included), but certainly not least, was that “funny” alternate universe scene, when J’onn and Mon-El were explaining what happened and Mon-El confirmed he was Kara’s boyfriend, only to respond with a “shhhhh….” when questioned by J’onn about their break up. Again, intended as funny, really just disgusting disrespect to an unconscious woman, one who these people respect and have worked with before. Because nothing says love like getting to say what you want to be true about a girl when she’s unconscious and can’t confirm or deny it? Frankly Mon-El being the one to take her to the other universe was already grossly insulting (”Look,” say the writers, “he truly loves her!” “But,” we say, “what about the most important relationship on this show, the two women who would do anything for each other, the sisters we have adored since the first episode?”), but to disrespect everything whilst she was unconscious was the opposite of funny.

beginner’s guide to horror movies

Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start. 

I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.

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A Forced Perspective (Lin/Reader)

Prompt: @hamwriters Write-A-Thon Day 5! Time to get inside your favorite character/actor’s mind. How do they act, what do they feel? It’s time to figure that out. A fic written from their pov can change how you see them and unleash a whole new way of writing!

Author’s Note: White terrorism is a real and prevalent issue. I don’t know what my weird fascination is with tragedies like this, but when the idea comes to mind, I have to write it down.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Summary: From Lin’s Perspective: It’s Lin’s first time at the Academy Awards, and it’s a dream come true. Before he can even get in the door, though, he runs into an ex-girlfriend. After a critical situation, he and his ex are forced to face a new perspective

Rating: M

Warnings: White terrorism, gun violence, background character death

Words: 2753

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Dear Friend,

April 1, 2017

It’s April Fool’s day. 
I promise you I won’t be telling you any jokes in this letter. 
Instead, I promise you that it will be a handful of truths that you wish were a joke, or maybe just a story that I’ve made up. 
Unfortunately, my life doesn’t work that way. 
It’s been a mess ever since he left me. 

I don’t think I’ve ever told you his name - nickname at least.
I call him Voldemort. 
Why, you ask?
Well, there was this time in my life - about a year ago - he left to another city up north in Texas called Austin. 
He didn’t tell anyone bye. 
Not even me. 
I didn’t know I was an “anyone” to him. 
I thought I was at least a “someone.”
I guess I was mistaken. 

He left without notice. 
It caught me off guard when he did. 
I sent him so many texts. 
I never got a reply. 

This was going on for over five months. 
Text after text after text AFTER text, I kept giving in! 
Why do I give in?
You would think that after a month of not replying I’d get the hint. 
I did get the hint, I just didn’t want to give up on him. 
He was such a dear friend to me. 
I couldn’t just pretend that he didn’t exist even though he was doing just that to me. 

As the months went on, it got harder and harder for me to think about him. 
Every day, I’d hear his name, see his face, or hear his voice in my head. 
It was so difficult. 
It got to the point that I hated hearing his name so much that when I’d talk about him to my friends I’d call him Voldemort. 

“Voldemort? Who’s Voldemort? Like from Harry Potter?” my friends would question. 

“Yes. Voldemort! That’s what I’m going to call him from now on because I hate hearing his name. He’s my version of JK Rowling’s ‘He Who Must Not Be Named.’”

So, that’s how he got his nickname. 
It’s quite funny though how history decides to repeat itself. 
On January 15, 2017, I sent you a letter telling you about the last time I saw him. 
Referring to that - I still haven’t seen him since then. 
In the past three months, he has only sent me one text message. 
It’s happening all over again. 
And this time I feel like I have lost him for good. 

When he did this to me last year, I was so worried for him. 
I was constantly thinking about him and his health and his well-being. 
I was always wondering what he was doing. 
And most of all, I always wondered if he was happy. 

Now, it’s different. 
Now, he’s not over three hundred miles away from me. 
In fact, he’s less than two miles away from me. 
I haven’t seen him in months. 
I haven’t talked to him in months. 

I still worry about him. 
I still want to know if he’s healthy. 
I still constantly think about him.
And I still wonder what he’s doing,

He doesn’t know this, mostly because it’s a little creepy, but I do take a drive by his house every once in a while.
I got a new car, so he doesn’t know what I’ve been driving.
I always go with the hopes of running into him while he’s outside.
All I want to do is see his face.
Is that too much to ask for?

There wasn’t many differences between the first time he pretended I didn’t exist and the time that I’m going through now. 
The one main difference between then and now, is that I know he’s happy.
He’s happy… 

He doesn’t need me anymore. 
He’s with the girl of his dreams and I’m just figuratively watching him from the sidelines.
I’m watching him be happy with someone else. 
He just used me. 
I was just a distraction until she came back into his life. 
He ran faster to her than he would’ve ever run to me. 
I love him, but he loves her. 
He’s my soul mate, but I’m not his. 

I hate hearing his name again. 
I hate seeing his blue car when it’s not even his. 
I hate going to places where we shared the most memories. 
I just hate thinking about him so much because I know he’s not thinking of me.

I wish I was more prepared for this.
I’m going through the exact same thing as last year, so why does it feel worse than better?
Is it because I want to believe that he was starting to fall for me?
Is it because I know he was happy with me too?
He was.
Is it because he broke the walls around my heart down?

We started doing so many things together. 
He started to make me come out of my shell - as did I with him. 
I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at me. 
I heard the tone of his voice when he told me he really liked me. 
And I heard the sarcasm every time he told me “I hate you.” 
He didn’t mean that. 
Maybe he was secretly telling me “I love you,” but he was just too afraid to say it. 

It’s sad… because I can’t begin to understand what he goes through on a daily basis. 
I don’t know what it’s like to be in love with a guy when you can’t even admit to yourself. 
I can’t begin to understand what he goes through when someone would ask him who I was. 
Was I “just a friend?”
What if they questioned him why we would hang out so much. 
How would I handle that if I was in his shoes?

I want to believe that he was falling in love with me, because it would be the only reasonable explanation as to why he won’t talk to me. 
He got scared. 
I get it. 
His family doesn’t know about his attraction toward men. 
I get it. 

What I don’t get is why he would go back to her?
From what I can recall, in my opinion, she makes him feel so insecure about himself. 
She tells him things like:
He’s a bad influence.
He’s making you do things - drink and other things that happen behind closed, locked doors. 
He’s not a good person. 
You’re better than that. 
That’s not like you. 
You don’t do those things. 

Why does she have to degrade me like that?
And to her own boyfriend too.
I honestly feel like she makes him feel ashamed of himself. 

I hope he doesn’t listen to her. 
I hope he knows that it’s okay to be gay. 
I hope he knows that it’s okay to be in love with a guy. 
Especially someone that would treat him right for the rest of his life.
He’s too beautiful, inside and out to not be treated the right way. 

I remember one thing he told me when he started talking to her again and he and I were on good terms. 
He was telling me that one time when she said something offensive to him, he replied with, “You know what? Sometimes you treat me like a nobody. Unlike Alex, at least he treats me like I’m a somebody.” 

Hearing that brought so much joy to my ears. 
It was wonderful. 
If only he still stuck by that comment and chose me instead of her. 
To be honest, I hope he still compares me to her a lot. 
I want him to know what he’s missing. 
I want him to know what he could’ve had. 
True, real happiness with no judgement. 

I’m not saying he’s not happy now.
I’m just saying, maybe all the comments she made about him not being “him” aren’t true because she doesn’t know the real him. 
Maybe he opened up to me in ways he never did with her.
I feel like I met the real Voldemort.
I feel like I made him feel comfortable. 
He knew I wouldn’t have judged him. 
I think that’s all he needs. 
To be with someone who won’t judge him for what he truly is.  

I want to talk to him. 
I want to hear his soothing voice, especially during sad times like these.
When I’m home alone on the bar writing to you, lights flickering, music playing and surrounded by darkness. 
I feel so empty tonight. 
I wish I knew how to fill this void without needing him.

To be honest, I don’t think it will ever be filled until he comes back to me. 
I’ve tried seeing other people. 
I’ve tried letting someone see my vulnerable side.
I’ve tried finding someone with the same taste in music, games, movies and tv shows like me.
I haven’t found anyone so far.
He and I had so much in common. 
He’s going to be so hard to replace. 

Incidentally, in my previous letter I mentioned some things that I should probably keep you updated on.
I ended up talking to my Management professor after all. 
She almost cried during our talk. 
Her eyes got so glossy, especially after I told her that it’s been difficult for me to get out of bed. 
I could tell that she understood.
She gave me some advice and told me I should go see a counselor - if I wanted to of course. 
She wasn’t forcing the decision upon me. 
I knew she was right when she told me that it would help me a lot. 

Also, my friend from Chicago left this week. 
I miss her already. 
We had such a good time while she was here. 
We went to the beach. 
We went shopping. 
We ate my favorite restaurants. 
I took her to her old home. 
And of course we watched our favorite movies. 
I had such a great time with her. 
I can’t wait until I get to visit her next. 

Love Always,

More Than Enough

Hello lovelies!
So I’ve never posted anything here before, but I wanted to give it a shot. Very nerve-wracking but I’d really appreciate feedback from the community! Hope you all like it!

What happens when Jughead discovers a secret that Betty has been keeping? What would have been a blissful Sunday afternoon is potentially ruined when he confronts her about it, or is it? Could something greater come from the Pandora’s box that Jughead is about to open up? Bughead One-shot.


“Hey Betts, your phone is ringing!” Jughead called out from the desk in the Blue and Gold headquarters. It was an office first and foremost, but they had come to calling it their headquarters until their investigation was completed.

It was Sunday afternoon and both teenagers were exhausted. The duo were working on another piece about Jason Blossom, and had spent the better part of their weekend cooped up together in the office with empty takeout cartons scattered around them. Betty was on the couch, editing yet again their rough draft with a red pen twirling in her hand. 

“Just ignore it. It might be my mom and I definitely don’t want to speak to her right now”. 

Shaking her head, she refused to speak to her mom after their discoveries at Jason’s funeral. Not only did they stop her from seeing Polly, they hid something as important as an engagement  from her. Realizing that she could no longer focus on her work, she stood up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head, groaning in satisfaction as she felt her spine crack. 

Jughead looked up at the sound of Betty groaning and stared, hypnotized by his blonde friend. Her stretch caused her shirt to ride up over her midriff, showing smooth pale skin and Jughead could feel a telltale blush making its way up his neck to his face. She had undone her usual ponytail earlier and he was still unaccustomed to seeing her full, blonde hair loose, curling around her shoulders. Who knew that just a simple work session could make him feel so frustrated. She’s his best friend, he shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. Clearing his throat and looking back down at his laptop, he tried to concentrate on the article but was unable to do so with the blonde beauty sitting next to him. 

Betty’s cellphone ringing again shook Jughead out of his thoughts. Reaching into her schoolbag, he pulled out her phone and went to decline the call like he had done millions of times before. His friendship with Betty wasn’t quite the same as she and Archie used to be but theirs was a stronger, more intense one.

 There were no flitting feelings between the two of them, and that allowed a closer camaraderie to develop. Theirs was more intense. It was inevitable, trying to solve a murder with someone did end up bringing you close together. They finished each others sentences, they answered each others phones, spent their weekends together at the Blue and Gold, and surprisingly enough, the Coopers didn’t hate Jughead the way they did Archie. 

Betty was a good influence on Jughead, they said. She got him into doing his homework, joining an extracurricular activity and broke through that sardonic, sarcastic armour he’d donned so early on in life. They weren’t crazy about their daughter being out at all hours of the night, but due to the ongoing drama with Veronica and Archie, they preferred that she spent her time with fellow aspiring journalists and writers like Jughead. 

With Archie, she felt this pressure. This constant need to be the ‘golden girl’. She had to be perfect if she wanted to be good enough to be his girlfriend, she had to always look perfect, sound perfect, be perfect. She was always so careful, so exact in everything she did because of how she felt about him, scared that even the smallest slip could ruin everything she had worked so hard for. Ultimately, that was what ruined it all in the end. He didn’t want her because she was ‘too perfect’ and he felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. 

He was her best friend, she had imagined a future with him, she had grown up picturing a picket-fence house with kids running around. She hadn’t ever pictured anything else and having to accept that none of that would happen was one of the hardest things. She thought it was normal to be honest. She genuinely thought that being in love with someone meant that she felt the way she did. She thought that she felt safest and most herself when she was with him, in a booth at Pops. Turns out that she was wrong, and Forsythe Pendleton Jones III was the one to prove it.

Trying to get a grip on everything, she had started taking her adderall again. She had stopped taking it at the beginning of the semester, wanting to see what would happen to her school and life if she didn’t drug herself. She had managed well, her grades hadn’t slipped but then she lost control of everything with Archie and couldn’t make heads or tails of anything anymore. That loss of control, that feeling of 4 walls closing in on her again-the way it had so many times before-she didn’t know how to maintain control and fell back into the habit she worked so hard to break. 

Betty made her way to the chair next to her friend and sat down, laying her head on his shoulder while he typed. There was something relaxing about being near Jughead. She didn’t have to make sure that her hair was perfect, that her clothes were ironed, that she was wearing makeup. None of that mattered to him. He made her feel at ease, as though she didn’t have to be the perfectionist her parents so often expect of her. She could say whatever she wanted, without being worried about hurting anyone’s feelings. He made her feel peaceful, and in light of everything else going on, it was exactly what she needed. She didn’t think about the fact that she was back on prescription medication to get through 8 hours of school each day, or that her institutionalized sister was engaged to the now officially dead high school quarterback. 

It’s the weirdest feeling, really. He was her best friend and he made her feel ways that Archie never did. Being around Jughead soothed her inner demons, eased all her fears. He helped in ways she could never even begin to explain to him, and in the last few weeks, he had become one of her most important people. She couldn’t have imagined going through any of this with anyone else. She couldn’t imagine not having him in her life at this point. She texted him at all hours of the day and he was always willing to talk about whatever she was thinking of. She had witnessed him grow from the little boy with a long nose to an older, taller man who was willing to do anything for his friends. 

Looking up at the man sitting next to her, she let out a sigh of contentment. ‘He really is attractive’ she thought. From his dark unruly hair, to his piercing green eyes, he was certainly more attractive than people realized. She reached up to brush some hair off his neck but caught herself mid-act. Shocking herself out of her reverie, she stood up abruptly.

Jughead turned to look at the now flustered blonde. “Betts? Are you okay?” He began to get up from his chair to take a step closer to her but she shook her head. 

“No, no. I’m fine. Just, uh, gonna clean up the mess we made this weekend and bring it to the recycling outside.” Betty began scurrying around the office, picking up all the empty cartons and piling them into a recycling box. 

Jughead just stared at her. When she had put her head on his shoulder, he froze. He didn’t know what to do and she hadn’t realized that he was looking at her through the reflection of the laptop. She sure was acting weird today. She was looking at him the way she used to look at Archie-not that he minded of course. 

He was sure that there was something more between them, something electrifying. He just didn’t know what to do about it, or how to get around to bringing it up. He had just reconciled with Archie and he wasn’t sure that the redhead would react very well to the news of him and Betty together. Not that they were together, but Jughead was sure that to a certain extent, Archie did have feelings for Betty.

Betty had finally picked up everything and was heading the door now to drop off the recycling. While Principal Weatherbee didn’t mind that they used the office on weekends, they had promised that they wouldn’t make a mess of it. As soon as Betty left the room, her phone started ringing again. 

Frustrated and grateful for the distraction it provided, Jughead reached his hand into Betty’s school bag, not quite paying attention to what he was doing. Digging around, he found the offending device but as he went to grab it, he heard the telltale jiggle of a pill bottle. Stopping at that noise, Jughead finally looked down at what he was doing and saw that there was in fact a prescription bottle at the bottom of Betty’s bag. Praying that she wouldn’t walk in right now, he pulled it out and read the prescription.


Betty struggled to carry the giant green bin to the recycling room. The school had a designated closet that connected to a chute outside. This way students could bring their recycling and not have to worry about going outside during the cold season. 

‘How much food did we eat this weekend?’ she mused, looking into the bin. ‘Then again, it is Jughead that we’re talking about’. Giggling, she made her way down the hall. While she didn’t mind the trek, it was across the school from the Blue and Gold, so she had quite a bit of time to herself. 

Betty repositioned the bin and her thoughts strayed back to the dark haired boy in the office. She was sure that she hadn’t imagined what happened before. Back before Jason’s funeral, Betty and Jughead had a moment in her bedroom, they had locked eyes and it was intense, but they hadn’t mentioned it since. This was all getting to be a fine mess. Two weeks ago she would have told you that she was madly in love with Archie Andrews, and today she’s thinking about how attractive Jughead Jones is. She was sure that her feelings went beyond those of a platonic friendship but she didn’t want to push it just in case things didn’t work out. She struggled enough losing Archie, but to lose Jughead would push her over the edge. Betty contemplated the idea of asking Jughead out for dinner that night but then thought against it. She’d only do that if something as crazy as them kissing were to happen.

“Well, crazy does run in our family.” Betty whispered as she opened the closet door and emptied the bin into the recycling chute. Shaking it a few times to make sure that she got it all, she closed the closet door and began to make her way back to the office. There was a slight kick to her step, feeling lighter than she had in weeks and it was all thanks to Jughead Jones. 

Walking down the hall, Betty was unaware of the storm brewing within the man in question who was waiting for her in the office.


Jughead placed the pill bottle down on the now cleared desk, and sat down on the edge of the desk that was facing the door. He had braced his hands on either side of him and waited for Betty, trying to look as casual as possible. Seeing her reflection in the glass window, he straightened his spine a little and decided to cross his arms across his chest at the last minute. 

Betty smiled at Jughead as soon as she walked into the room, and he faltered a little bit. She looked so happy, did he really want to do this? Did he really want to have this conversation with her?

Betty went to the corner of the office to put away the recycling and decided that opening a window would allow the office to get some nice fresh air. As much as she loved the room, it was starting to smell a bit stale in here. Clearing his throat, Jughead took a deep breath. 

“Tell me Betty, have you had ADHD for a while?” 

“What? Of course I don’t have ADHD Juggie! What kind of a silly question is that?” She looked back at him as she opened the window and smiled, pulling that silly face he had come to adore. Refusing to falter again, he glowered at her. Once the window was fully opened and secured, she looked back at her best friend and realized that he wasn’t laughing.

“Then maybe you’d like to explain why you have a prescription for adderall in your school bag?” He held up the bottle in question, with the name Elizabeth Cooper written clearly in block letters.

Betty covered her mouth, she didn’t quite know what to tell him. This was something she hadn’t told anyone. Sure Jughead was her best friend, but she was entitled to her secrets every now and then, wasn’t she? She didn’t have to tell someone every little secret she ever had. 

“Betty, are you taking these? Are you knowingly drugging yourself to get ahead in school?” He shook the bottle in front of her, cruelly. He thought she was better than that. He thought she was above medicating herself just to be the best. Tears began forming in Betty’s eyes at the accusations and while he felt disgusted with himself, he needed to know.

“No! Jughead, you don’t understand!” Betty cried and reached out to grab the bottle from him, but he kept it just out of reach. She held her hands together in front of her chest.

“Then make me understand. I’d like to know just why you think this is okay?” He held firm in his convictions, trying to get her to explain, to try and justify just why she thought she needed drugs like this.

“It’s not me! It’s .. Oh Juggie!” Never one to be hysterical, Betty covered her face with her hands as she cried. Jughead was taken aback by the sudden emotion from his best friend and put down the pill bottle. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around her while she cried.

“Betty … What’s going on? Are you sick? Do you need help?” He asked as gently as possible. He rubbed her back while she cried into his shoulder.

“I’m not Polly! I’m not crazy! I swear!” She sobbed almost hysterically. Jughead kept whispering gently, trying to calm her down enough that she could piece together a coherent sentence. This in turn, only made her cry harder and it was as though he’d broken through a dam of emotions she’d kept together for so long. 

He brought her to the couch while she kept crying, trying to find a way to ease through her pain, and his guilt for starting this. Sitting her down, he kept comforting her and eventually her crying slowed.

“Feeling a bit better?” He asked gently, as though he was afraid that she’d start crying all over again. Betty nodded and wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“After Polly was… sent away, my parents didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know how to react. I had stopped eating, stopped sleeping, wasn’t studying. My mother didn’t know what to do so she started looking up ways to help me study, and found out about adderall. She convinced a doctor to give me a prescription and for the last year, I’ve been taking it to get through school.” 

She looked down at her hands, ashamed. “I tried stopping Juggie, I did. I hid the bottle from her, kept it with me at all times, anything to get her to forget about it. It worked until Veronica came to town. She started micro-managing my life again and kept pushing me to take the pills. I didn’t want to, I swear Jughead. I didn’t want to.” At the last sentence, her voice cracked and Jughead felt compelled to pull her to his chest again and just hold her. 

“God, Betty. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that it was your mom making you take them. I’m so sorry”. He kept his arms around her, relishing in the feel. ‘Get it together Jughead. She’s crying for god’s sake’. Mental battle unbeknownst to Betty, Jughead sat there with her for what felt like forever. 

“Okay here. Let’s do this then” and with that, Jughead got up and threw the pills into the garbage. “No more of that, okay Betty?” He sat back down next to her on the couch. 

“Juggie… Is it me? Am I too much?” She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and he didn’t know what to say. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder again and felt her lean her head on his chest. Opening his mouth to respond, she surprisingly continued.

“I tried so hard to be perfect for everyone, for my mom, my dad, the teachers, for Archie. I just felt like if I was perfect, everyone would be okay. I thought that if I was good enough, perfect enough, Archie would have loved me back.” Sitting up, she disentangled herself from Jughead and leaned forward, bracing her arms onto her knees and lay her chin on her clasped hands.

“I mean, I get it now. I know that I can’t be perfect and that I don’t actually love Archie the way I thought I did. I just felt like my problems disappeared when he was there. It wasn’t actually love. I was just reflecting the feelings I wanted from my parents onto the boy I’d known for years. I just thought that if I tried enough, if I was good enough that someone would love me.” Taking in a shuddering breath, Betty hadn’t anticipated such a heavy conversation on such a beautiful Sunday afternoon.

“Betty … Betts. You are good enough. If Archie is too blind to notice it, how is it your fault? You haven’t done anything wrong. You’re wonderful, and so smart and so beautiful. You don’t know how amazing you are because you’ve spent so much time letting people tear you down.” Scooting to the edge of the sofa they were on, he grabbed her hands and held them in his, looking her in the eye. 

Betty looked down at their hands then looked back up at Jughead. He was still looking at her, eyes searching for her face for something. She didn’t quite know what, but she felt compelled to say something. Opening her mouth, she licked her lips, about to speak when she noticed that his eyes immediately dropped to her lips and very slowly lifted back up to her eyes. 

Feeling her face flush, Betty was almost sure that whatever he felt for her, it was somewhat similar to the thoughts she’d been battling all day. Lifting her left hand, she cupped his cheek gently. She had never noticed just how soft his lips looked before, so full, and pink, and smooth. Leaning in, her eyes locked on his. She was so scared that something would ruin this moment. She was so close to him that she could feel his breath on her skin. She felt him cradle the back of her head with his hand, fingers tangled in her hair and closed her eyes. 

She wasn’t quite sure what was happening. The atmosphere in the room was charged, there was so much tension between the two. She held her breath, anticipating the feel of his lips on hers. She couldn’t believe that it was Jughead of all people, yet nothing felt more right. In retrospect, he made her feel things that no one else has. Is she really surprised that she’s so eager to kiss him?

She felt him brush his lips against hers, gently at first. She pressed against his cheeks with both hands, willing him to kiss her harder. With a groan muffled by Betty’s mouth, he wrapped his free arm around Betty’s waist and pulled her flush against him. He slanted his mouth over hers, and grabbed a handful of her hair  while the other hand snuck down and lifted her into his lap. Betty, now sitting on his lap, had a leg on each side of him. She moved both hands to curl into his hair, causing his beanie to fall off. He kissed her as though he was a man dying of thirst and she was an ocean that lay ahead of him. His hands rubbed her back, one sitting at her waist and the other lay itself quite happily on her behind. He felt himself drowning in the kiss, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that this was Betty Cooper, his closest friend. 

Betty let out a sigh of contentment when they pulled away and she looked at him. He was flushed, breathing heavily and his beanie was somewhere over the other side of the couch. He never looked better. Leaning down, she brushed his lips against hers in a chaste kiss.

“Well … That was something else” Jughead usually tried to sound at least a little eloquent but even this was beyond him. Betty was still sitting quite comfortably on his lap, with no intention of moving any time soon. She giggled at his expression and he couldn’t help but feel proud of her appearance. Not only was she smiling, but she looked like someone that had just finished thoroughly making out with someone. Hair mussed, lips swollen and a telltale flush from her cheeks all the way to her neck. 

Betty let her hand play with the hair at the nape of his neck. She wasn’t quite sure what was making her act so forward, but for once she wanted to go on instinct. This felt right, more than anything else she had done and Jughead didn’t seem to be running away from her any time soon. 

“Maybe we could make this a reoccurring event?” Betty maintained eye contact. She didn’t want him to think that she regretted anything that happened. Jughead just looked at her and broke out into a crooked grin. 

“Whenever you want, Betts. Whenever you want.” At that she got off his lap, stood up and held out her hands expectantly. Jughead just grabbed her hands and dragged her to him for another kiss. 

“Well I hope you understand that I don’t plan on sharing you Mr. Jones” Betty teased. She flicked his nose with her finger and laughed. Jughead replied by wrapping his arms around her again. 

“Oh no Ms. Cooper, you aren’t going anywhere. In fact, the only place you’ll be heading is to Pops for some burgers and milkshakes with me”. Betty nodded, unable to stop herself from smiling.

Jughead walked over to where the bags were laying and picked them both up with his left hand. Turning around, he saw Betty putting on her jacket and held out his right hand. She made her way over and grabbed his hand with her left one, using her free hand to get her school bag from him. Walking out of the office, they let the door close behind them and made their way out of the school, holding hands. 

Come Monday, who knew what was going to happen. They both have their issues that they have to work through, they still have a murder to solve and they haven’t even breached the idea of telling their friends about their blossoming relationship. They found each other in an unlikely situation, and for the time being, that’s more than enough. Betty and Jughead.

Character Analysis: Jackie Burkhart (That 70s Show)

From the beginning of the show, Jackie was always attached to someone; whether by friendship (best friends with Donna, much to her annoyance), Michael Kelso (girlfriend), or Steven Hyde (girlfriend). Though she knew the gang from their childhood days, she was never fully accepted by any of them until later in the show. From the start, Jackie was supposed to be the dumb, popular, pretty girl that was bitchy and mean and made Donna look good. But as the series continued, Jackie was put more and more in the spotlight and became nicer, better, and more mature. By mid-series, Jackie is less bossy, bitchy, and dim. By beginning a relationship with Steven Hyde, Jackie becomes intellectual, caring, and more mature. When her dad is imprisoned and her mom abandons her, Jackie makes it on her own, but physically and emotionally. Although she lives with Donna and is mentored by Kitty and Red, she doesn’t have the full emotional support that she deserves.

First off, Jackie’s characterization is wonderful to watch. She goes from being the popular, dumb, pretty girl of the group to the girl with a backbone, smarts, and caring. She loves stronger than anyone on the show, and proves her loyalty to her friends constantly, despite getting name called and degraded. Her loyalty to first Kelso then Hyde was proof enough that she was capable of forgiveness and growing as a person. 

In contrast to Donna, Jackie was intended to be disliked and not a fan-favorite. It’s obvious from the beginning that the writers wanted her to be temporary or at least very minimal in plot and characterization. Fortunately for Jackie fans, she changes, matures, and grows as a character. She is transformed by the hardship and challenges she faces growing up, but doesn’t let it harden her or make her bitter or angry at the world.

In her relationships, Jackie is very caring, loyal, and protective. When she was paired with Michael Kelso (a horrible match), she was loyal to him - nearly to a fault. He cheated on her constantly and consistently since they began their relationship and constantly degraded her, made fun of her, and broke her heart and trust. Despite this, she remained loyal because she saw something in Michael that was worth loving and fighting for. Some would call her naive or clingy, but I see a girl who wants love and to be loved and is willing to work for it, despite it hurting her time and time again. Eventually she has enough of Kelso’s act and starts dating Hyde, who turns out to be the best thing that ever happened to her and the show.

Jackie and Hyde’s relationship was a highlight for the show, a crowning moment in Jackie’s characterization, as well as Hyde’s. The two are the epitome of “opposites attract”, at least on the surface. Physically, they’re completely different: him blue eyed, blond, and pale, while she is tan, brunette, and exotic looking. Moving on to personality, the two have very different outlooks on the world. Steven was raised by poor (both financially and in character) parents and was given the short end of the stick in most situations (his crush chose his best friend over him). Jackie, however, grew up with two loving parents (though it’s questionable how loving her mother was, her father seemed to be very caring) and had money to spend. Despite their different childhoods and outlooks on life, the two just clicked. in the first season Hyde took her to the prom when Kelso dumped her and took the girl he cheated on her with instead. Though Hyde hated prom and anything of that nature, he agreed to do so because Jackie was heartbroken and wanted to be able to keep face. By the end of the show, Hyde and Jackie spent every dance together and as other fans happily note, they’re always happy together and become closer to one another during those episodes. 

Aside from her romantic relationships, Jackie is also treated poorly by the writers with her personality. She’s supposed to be some dimwitted, pretty, popular girl whose shallow and only cares about money and popularity (as exemplified by the constant dialogue she has admitting how much she cares about popularity and money). However, the more screen time she gets, the more her character develops, the more she grows, matures, and learns. She is given a rough hand when her father is jailed and her mother abandons her, yet the writers don’t capitalize on the character-development that could have happened, instead they focus on Donna and Eric’s crappy relationship that is so unhealthy and annoying. When Hyde and Kelso begin to fight over her for her affections, the writers try to make her seem shallow by reveling in the attention and efforts the two make. However, it is clear that she does like Hyde more than Kelso and that her enjoyment of their struggle is an immature way of exhibiting her lack of love and attention she received from her parents. The writers didn’t seem to care about that though and forced her to be shown as shallow and uncaring.

Another aspect that the writers failed to realize when maturing Jackie’s character is that despite everything she went through, she remained a positive, happy girl and didn’t let life’s hardships harden her into a depressed, angry, person. The writers wanted to have someone to offset Donna’s “awesomeness” and girl-next-door vibe. They wanted Jackie to be some ditzy character that wasn’t really part of the group, however, they ended up with a girl who was strong, loyal, and caring.

Jackie is by far from perfect, though. Like Donna, she is bitchy, bossy, and snobby. The writers particularly liked to emphasize her shallowness whenever her character would become too mature or act too kind. The characters on the show constantly point out how shallow and bitchy she is, but fail to realize that despite their insults and degrading comments, Jackie sticks around and works hard to see her friends be happy. Although treated like a half-member or something temporary, Jackie finds her place amongst the gang and solidifies her place when she not only befriends Donna more and proves to be a true friend, but also is a good match for Hyde and is capable of turning a grumpy, dark teen into something less mad and hateful. 

Despite her shallow exterior, it’s more of a coping/defensive mechanism. Some would argue that Jackie is just shallow by nature and her random acts of kindness merely just one-time things that don’t mean much, however I would beg to differ. Jackie’s character - though spoiled and rich - never received real love or attention from her family. Donna and Eric’s parents love them dearly and show time and time again how much they care - though Bob is a goofball and Red is more likely to kick someone’s ass than comfort them, but is loving nonetheless - Jackie, however, never had that. Her father, a rich man, was never really around for her. He emotionally was absent and tried to makeup for it by giving her gifts, though it fell short of actual sentiments. Jackie’s mother is a whole other can of worms. Her mother is shallow (and obviously gave Jackie the notion that money and beauty is everything) and is even worse than her husband. Jackie’s father cared enough to see to his daughter’s financial needs, but her mother just straight up abandoned her daughter for months at a time, often with little to no correspondence. This obviously has an impact on Jackie, though the show does little to develop her.

Jackie’s characterization was beautiful and realistic. She made you want to root for her, to see her do well, to see her character catch a break when everything would be against her or not go her way. Unlike Donna who bitched and whined her way to get what she wanted and made everyone’s lives miserable, Jackie was capable of bettering people’s lives and bringing out the best in others simply by being herself and gaining maturing. The writers did a disservice to her and the entire show during season 8 and the end of season 7. Jackie was the one character (aside from Hyde) who I sympathized with and rooted for despite everything because she represented not a fantasy or ideal that seemed great, but was actually great. She didn’t need to be constantly reminded or told how great she was or that she was such a catch. Of all the characters of the show, Jackie is by far the least credited.

I'm probably going to stop writing for BTS.

Writing is a huge passion of mine. The first time I was exposed to a novel that impacted my life, was truly the biggest door opening for my life, I was 10 and read novels my teachers wouldn’t allow me too because they thought the level I was at wasn’t enough. 

I lost friends because I just wanted to read. I became an outcast because I was truly so engulfed in the idea of imaginary worlds that I felt I was a part of. 

That being said, I wrote many stories based on bands I liked or stories I loved, etc. I didn’t know they were called fanfictions, or else I would’ve probably been blogging at the age of 10. I sat in my room for days during the summer, during winter or spring break just writing or reading. 

By the time I was 12 I had written two novels of a story I created, an original one. I hand wrote them, so it took much longer to create, but it was a huge accomplishment for me. I still have the copies of them, over 600 pages of white lined paper with messy, fifth grade grammar and shitty illustrations of the characters I had pictured perfectly in my mind.

Writing became more than a hobby for me. I became obsessed with it, to the point where my family had to force me out of the house to actually get any exercise or to be my friends.

I ended up losing most of my friends for that. I never contacted anyone, I was reading books over and over because I couldn’t go out and buy new series I was interested in.

I moved when I was 13, to a new city. I was happy about that, because I thought maybe I could get a fresh start and meet new people. I got involved in new series, movies adapted from books I loved, TV series adapted from books I loved. I found that people at my new school enjoyed the same things as me, and I found friends I related to and cared about.

I told my mom and dad I wanted to become an author.

They told me I was ridiculous, and that I would never make enough money to support them when they got older. They told me to get an office job like my older sister, do something safe and stable even if you hate it. I remember that being said to me, even though it was 3 years ago. 3 years ago is longer tn you might think.

I started to think if I can’t do what I love, what’s the point of living. Pretty drastic, especially for a 13 year old right? I was upset, thinking that my dreams were useless. Once I got into high school I had dropped writing and focused on my friends even if I was unhappy. I stopped reading, stopped thinking about the world I had created and was once so engulfed in, because why do something you love when you’ll never make enough money of it to support your family?

I was depressed. I got into more fights with my siblings  and mom more often. I hated myself. I didn’t like to spend time at home because all I did was cry and sleep. I was failing a lot of my courses for no reason. My teachers hated me. I was really wrecked by the thought of not doing something I love, especially after spending so much time and energy writing it and thinking it all, basing my life on imaginary worlds nobody knew of. I didn’t care about making money when I was older. I just wanted to write.

Writing fictional things was like a diary to me. I was physically abused as a child and mentally abused when I refused to get hit anymore. While I wasn’t putting my feelings onto paper, I made myself feel better by creating a universe that would help me forget the things I was going through. Friends leaving, family members dying, abuse and negativity from all around. My own way to cope.

Think about that, your whole life being shattered because you wouldn’t be able to afford to take care of people you practically hated just because they gave birth to you.

I created this blog once I became a fan of Bts, in the summer of 9th grade going into 10th. I was 15, and wanted to write my heart out. At this point I had given up becoming an author, just to please those around me. It was a hard spot in my life, my grandmother was in the hospital and unfortunately passed away. Again, it was my coping mechanism.

So I spent almost all my time on here, writing really sub par series to get rid of the fact that I didn’t have a future doing what I loved.

But I fell in love with writing again. I loved the attention I was getting for my writing, no matter how amateur it was. I was getting love and support I never had, which urged me to write more and more. I started to hardly see my friends, and was spending all my time writing once more. My grades went up, but hardly. My boyfriend and I broke up, and by the time I was in 10th grade I had spiraled back into that downward spiral of why do something you love when you can’t make enough money off of it.

My irritability and anger came back, I hated my mom and locked myself in my room for days. I stopped going to school and I failed every single one of my courses.

I was finally able to meet new friends, ones that I related to more than just hey, we watch the same TV show! We talk everyday, we always have something new to talk about even if its about nothing in general. I trust them, and I can really say I love them all so much.

I got diagnosed with depression, after years of living with it. I just reached a point where I woke up and forced myself back to sleep because I hated my life. My mom took me to the doctor and  barely needed conformation besides the fact that I didn’t eat, slept all day a contemplated dying all the time.

I got put on pills. Didn’t work. Got put on higher, stronger pills. Those fucked me up but I kept quiet. I was tired of looking like I was insane. Both of my parents dont believe in depression, they jut thought I was crazy and wanted me to leave. I was out of it most of the year but felt happier. Slept like the dead, had nightmares a lot, hardly ate, but as long as I felt happier I was fine.

Went back to school for a few months, quit again once I found out we were moving, again. Talked to only 2 people in real life, most of my friends were online.

I stopped taking my pills without anyone knowing. NEVER DO THAT. I didn’t consult my doctor, almost tried to kill myself and it was a mess. Since then I’ve been eased off my pills and have not had a problem with my own self hatred or suicidal thoughts.

I was ready to get a job. I had been studying for my drivers test and got help to make a resume. Never happened. My birth ceritifcate was lost, my SIN card seemingly disappeared into thin air. Can’t open up a bank account of nobody knows who the fuck I am.

My mom and I got into a huge fight, because she refused to pay to get me a new birth certificate. I needed one to get a SIN card, which was needed to open a bank account, which was needed to get a job so I could pay for a car and whatever else I needed.

The fight got so bad I tried to leave. Didn’t work, my brother found me and brought me home. My mom tried to leave next but it never happened. Empty threats from weak people.

 A lot of cups were broken by me that night, and I seriously believed I’d be stuck as a high school drop out forever. My mom made me believe that night that I was insane and had no life ahead of myself.

Everything calmed down, I went through boxes for days searching for my birth certificate which my mom didn’t help me look for.

I found my birth certificate, and I applied for a new high school. I’ll be graduating by the time I’m 19, but I don’t mind in the least. My resume is finished, and by this Monday I’m planning on going to get a new SIN card and apply for as many jobs as I can until I find one. I’m opening up a bank account this Tuesday and even studying for my drivers license again.

I really didn’t understand college, or university. Hell, I still don’t. I got into contact with my older sister I haven’t spoken to in 4 years. She promised me a place to stay when I graduated high school, until I was able to get on my feet by myself.

She went though a similar thing with my mom, leaving when she was young after getting abused, but she has a good life. Getting married this week and in college studying to make her own jewelry and open a shop of her own. She helped my inspiration return, and I’m grateful I decided to talk to her again.

She’s helping me find a college or university for creative writing. I plan on saving up once I get a job, and moving to where she is to attend. Writing is the biggest passion of my life, and I’ve gone through so much to finally realize I can do whatever I want, without being held back by those who didn’t believe in me.

I met people that give me amazing advice and all around make me a better person. This blog has been such an experience. I’ve gone through a lot of ups and so so many downs. I wouldn’t have met people I consider family if it weren’t for this blog, and I’m so happy,. All 13k of you have supported me more times than I’ve ever gotten hate. The hate I did get only made me stronger and more ready for the criticism I know I will receive. Whether it be if I publish novels, or end up becoming a screenplay writer. I’m not exactly sure yet.

The reason why I made this long ass letter, or… Whatever it was, was because I wanted all of you to know that this isn’t the end of park-jimeme. I’m going to improve in the future so much more than I have the past year of running this blog. I’m going to come back better than ever, with fresh original work that is purely from my mind and my mind alone.

Thank you all for being a reason that I’m able to get to this point.

Never live your life pleasing others, live for yourself and yourself alone. Find people who will support you no matter how hard times get. Get help if you need it, dont try to handle things on your own.

And last but not least, thank you to @infireation @bobajimin @seokjin-seng, @hyongtae, and @lellantos for helping me realize that I’m a lot better than how I acted, and for making me a better person 💕💕 I love you guys so much!!!

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo Episodes 16-18

[Spoilers for the Kdrama up through episode 18. This is super long, and I’m not going to bother breaking it down into two parts. Frankly, I had a hard time writing this as it was, and a lot of the rhetoric surrounding SH:R anymore is bumming me out. I just want to watch my show, feel sad, and enjoy the glorious tragedy. But going through the tags this week, I was so grouchy I almost didn’t post at all. Hopefully some of you get something out of this. I love all my followers so much, thanks for sticking it out.]

While for my own sanity it might have made more sense to do two separate reviews for episode 16 and episodes 17-18, I’m glad I decided to wait. While I was struggling trying to figure out where the show was going to turn based on episode 16 alone, this week created a much clearer picture of what all this was building to.

As hard as I tried to convince myself it wasn’t inevitable, Eun’s death really brought about a change in our main characters like nothing else could have. Like Lady Oh’s death was a seminal event in Soo’s life, Eun’s was crucial and necessary to push So over the edge toward his pursuit of the throne. It was precisely the crisis we needed to resolve the last ambiguity between So and Soo and propel the final arc.

So’s character development has been causing me a growing uneasiness since episode 11. I began to wonder if the writer had perhaps decided to sand away all his wonderful jagged edges, lighten up all his darker grays, and cast him as a basically selfless, heroic and deeply misunderstood soul painted as a tyrant by the caprice of history. I worried especially after Eun’s death scene if perhaps all of Wang So’s actions and brutal reputation would be absolved by circumstances. But this week quickly assured me that I needn’t have worried. 

So is every bit the ambiguous villain I always knew him to be, for a time soften by love, but never really changed. Not at his heart. It’s exactly as Lady Oh, the oracle of SH:R, once stated: People don’t change for other people.

All those arguments that Wang So was wildly out of character this week with his treatment of Soo, the execution of Chae Ryung, and even his conduct toward Jung and his mother…I tend dismiss out of hand. My reading of So has been the same for weeks now. Nothing he’s done is inconsistent with his characterization thus far, and if you’ve been reading my reviews since the beginning you know I’ve always interpreted him this way:

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Written on the wrist - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 15 (French Mistake/Soulmates AU)

Title: Written on the wrist

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Season 10 spoilers, Little bit of gore, Blood

Prompts: Your Imagine getting zapped to the Supernatural universe and meeting Dean.” imagine is perfection!! Please please write a mini story or something based on it! It would be so good! P.S. You are one of the best writers whose stories I follow! :)

Im so glad requests are open! What about a readerxdean with French mistake reader whose soulmate is Dean?? Maybe soul mates have each other’s names on their arms so her name is on his arm and she enters the spn universe and he gets nervous because she doesn’t have his name on her arm since she’s from a different world?? I’ve never seen this done before so I think it might be nice to see! and your writing is amazing! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️

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A tattoo that read nothing other than: Dean Winchester.

You felt your throat close and your eyes sting with unshed tears. You tried to keep your sobs but failed miserably as the sight of the tattoo made your heart ache and at the same time soar like never before. Of all the times, all the moments, any moment, it could appear it now chose to. Now that you doubted you’d ever see Dean again.

A broken smile formed on your lips, despite the tears dampening your entire face. You closed your eyes, almost hating yourself for how you couldn’t stand to look at it anymore. You kept wishing for it to appear any second you were with Dean, you wanted so much to see the expression on his face, to feel what he would at the sight of his name on your wrist but of course that was not the case. It had to appear now that you were held captive and he wouldn’t be able to see it without you being dead that is.

“D” you whimpered, clenching your fists. You moved your arm so that you wouldn’t be able to look at it every moment you opened your eyes.

Who would have thought you’d come to this?

Something that you wanted and waited for so much and now… this.

It was almost hard to believe but even if you didn’t look at it, even when you didn’t think about it, you still felt it. It was if it was alive, something else living within you. You could almost feel another heartbeat besides yours, and it was just as frantic. Just as desperate. And just as broken and aching.

“Dean” you breathed out, your breath hitching on your throat when, as you closed your eyes, you felt his own fear. And you felt the tattoo burn on your wrist, making more tears well up in your eyes.

A soft glow appeared and you let a small whimper at being unable to grasp it and rub your thumb over it, trying to offer some sort of comfort at least. But no, you couldn’t. You were bound.

And only Chuck knew for how long. If not until the end of your life.

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Cutest Shit a Male from each Sign had ever done for Me
  • Aries: He ain't a crush of mine but he had a crush on me, and he's the school's unstoppable valedictorian. I don't study, yep, I know, not very Capricornish, but this Aries guy is such a fucking amazing friend that he never ever fails to help me in my cramming. If I don't understand no shit at classes, he's never ever that person who'd tell me to ask someone else for free lessons. He'd always write down notes and equations as simplified as he can. Tbh, I would have never graduated high school if it wasn't for his huge ass help.
  • Taurus: I had a long-standing crush on this guy back at high school. So one break time, I asked if he can treat and run me water cos I was feeling lazy to go out of the room. Then he said no give me money to buy a bottle, so I went back to the room to rob anyone some coins then when I went back to the door, he's gone. So I asked another guy to buy me water and he said okay cool. Then after some while, boy #2 got my water and he gave it to me, with Taurus boy behind him holding a bottle of water. I saw 'wtf' on his face and I told him "NO NO GIVE ME THAT WATER I WILL DRINK AND EMPTY IT FIRST IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WONT BUY ME WATER".
  • Gemini: I've an on-and-off crush with this guy, only met him online and we've never seen each other yet. But, some years ago (I screen capped and still treasure this shit cos it's too good), he sent me a late night message telling me how he's appreciative of knowing me. And that I should know that even if he's a total wreck, he'd always listen to me if I need someone to rant to, and he still cares a lot about me and he doesn't wanna lose me and i should take care more of myself.
  • Cancer: We're not close but he's a friend of mine, he's the director of my dance cover group. One night we all had a sleep over with booze and all and he's the first one to crack open. He did a long speech, and parts of his presidential two hour speech are about how I'm a dangerous coral reef that no one should ever cross with because it's gonna be bloody, but on the other hand, I also have a brilliant smile, something like that.
  • Leo: Oh my goodness yesss this guy, younger than me, friend of a friend. Almost all of his friends knew that he has a massive crush on me and I also knew that. My last prom was coming near and after school he walked towards me with a tray of cupcakes with letters on top, so if you put them all together, the cupcake said "Will you be my prom date?" and I jump and said fuck yeah, anyone who's brave enough to ask me for the prom with food will get my yes. Wanna know what happened? First dance of prom didn't happen as the students hoped for but I immediately grabbed him out of his chair and danced with him.
  • Virgo: HAHAHAHA THIS FUCKER okay so around my first week at my new high school (I arrived like third quarter, I know, weird but uninhibited yass), I was walking on a path walk when him and his best friend came up to me with him holding a struggling dragonfly right in front of my face and I was like df are you doing? Then he said you're not afraid of dragonflies? I said nope. He got puzzled lol ahahaha and then after that incident, he started casually calling me Snow White because of my hair and my pale face.
  • Libra: Aw shucks, Librans are the nicest people this known fact makes me cry every time. Anyway. There's this guy, past schoolmate, his house is near the train station near the school. When me and my siblings had to start using public transportation, he'd always offer to tag along with him and basically my other male friends as we all walk to the metro (and him to his house) cos there were so many nasty minded men along that area. I have a younger sister and she really likes this Libran guy. He's also very soft spoken.
  • Scorpio: I have so many fucking broken tales about me falling for Scorpio ALL THE FUCKING TIME. But lemme tell you my fave one: This guy, song of a family friend, I had so much feelings for him and his mom was really rooting for me to be with her Scorpio son even if her son already has a girlfriend. So Anyway, he's generally a nice guy. He made my heart crazy for lots of things. But there was one time that he was at our apartment and we invited him for a game of scrabble but he looked at me saying he doesn't wanna play with me because he knows that I'm a writer and will try getting an English major and that he'll just lose, so he won't play with me. Too bad I never really stood a chance with this guy ayayayay.
  • Sagittarius: OMG OFMG THIS HAS TO ME MY CURRENT FAVE so I've met this guy through an app again (21st century romance man) then we both know we like each other but it was so fucking hard for me because he's Korean with no English and I'm still trying to improve my Korean so anyway, we got to the point where I ask about his height, he said he's 180 or 180+. Then he asked me about mine. I said idk i haven't checked in a long while but i'm small and petite, around 155 cm. And then he went on saying "What? Are you a fairy?" and Ifs2g I broke even with my cheeks so red and my limbs all flailing around like that is the best way to subtly insult slash tease a girl about her lack in height.
  • Capricorn: HAHAHAHAHA okay so I went on two dates with this guy cos I had a delusional crush on him and them after a prom, he started developing a crush on my as well. Basically, things didn't end up so well, but lemme tell you this: he is one very supportive guy. He did lots of cute things like 1. that merge camping at our school (he was my senior) when he made me sushi (but it didn't end up to me cos of misunderstanding) or 2. when he tried learning this Korean song that I like with his guitar. But I guess, the cutest thing he've done was he gathered his friends in a train station to witness him asking me to be his girlfriend. Curious what happened next? I didn't show up.
  • Aquarius: I noticed that the Aquarians I know are not afraid of gore and blood and horror and everything between these things. There's this one guy that I had a short mutual crush with, younger than me, and every time that I can't finish reading web horror mangas, I'd always ask him to finish the manga for me and tell me what happen next so at least I sort of finish the story as well. I always start reading scary shit, already knowing I can't do scary shit, then I run to him on pm for help lol. We'd always talk after midnight with all these scary topics but in the end, I was the sissy chicken.
  • Pisces: My previous and only ex is a Pisces. And in the span of time we were together, he did make a handful of cute shit. But what always come to my mind whenever I think of any good things we had was that, even if we literally live on both ends of the land, he will always travel back and forth just to go to my city. He would always do everything to go and spend as much time as he can with me. He always ended up using so much money to use a taxi to get home cos he'd always miss the train. It's really cute of him that he really showed how much he loved my company that much.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

hey so I saw that you were asking for prompts and I've (being the shameless jily fic devourer that I am) got a couple of ideas for you? ok *deep breath*: A ROBIN HODIN/MAID MARIAN AU and I need this because REASONS OK? or, if you haven't watched Robin Hood, then PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE BAND AUS BC THEY"RE SUPER COOL AND REALLY NICE AND STUFF! k thanks, loved your youtube au btw :)

okay so i haven’t watched robin hood so i’ve written a band au and i hope you like it :)

James Potter drops onto the sofa with a carefree ease and a smirk fixed on his lips. Every inch of him screams attractive from the tousled black hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds to the way his calloused knuckles drum against his thighs. He slips off his worn leather jacket and tosses it to the side, a muscled arm reaching up to run ink stained fingers through his hair. He is a bundle of energy, his hands never laying still as if every nerve is charged with electricity. Behind his glasses lie hazel eyes that hold a glint of mischief. It’s no wonder a trail of broken hearts follow James wherever he goes, intentionally or not, with one smile he holds fragments of love in his hands, just fragile and delicate enough to break with a breath.

If James is the boy parents warn their daughters about, Lily is the girl you’d expect to be voted ‘most likely to succeed’ in a yearbook. Dressed in tight black jeans and a grey knitted jumper she simultaneously looks like she could be in a business meeting and on a fashion shoot, which in her case is entirely possible. She takes a seat next to James and instantly he has draped his too long limbs over her lap. The corner of her mouth lifts as she swats at his knee but his legs remain and there appears to be no further argument on the matter. Her eyes that hold galaxies sparkle as James pokes her side and her burgundy painted nails gleam as her hand grabs James’s wrist as it edges towards her ribs again.

James asks for a cup of tea and Lily asks if she can have one as well. James raises his eyebrows at me, “I’m such a trend-setter.” Lily rolls her eyes. Twenty minutes later, they both have their tea and Lily is eating a bar of chocolate she’s retrieved from her handbag. James eyes it up and almost instinctively she moves it out of his reach. “Remus bought it for me, get your own.” Remus Lupin, of course being the bass (and occasionally keyboard) player in James’s band, The Marauders, where he plays guitar and shares the singing with best friend and fellow guitarist Sirius Black. “It’s not that me and James aren’t best friends,” Lupin once explained in an interview, “We’re all best friends but James and Sirius are more than that. They’re like brothers, Sirius moved in with James when they were sixteen and James’s parents basically adopted him.”

The Marauders had burst onto the music scene at the ages of seventeen. Five years later, they have four albums, two which went platinum, and a grand total of fourteen number one’s. They show no sign of slowing though, as James explains they’re working on their fifth album and planning their next world tour. It hasn’t been all plain sailing for the boys though, one can hardly forget the scandal when the drummer Peter Pettigrew left the band to join The Death Eaters just as The Marauders had hit their peak, and then leaking the address of the flat that they had all shared as a final kick in the teeth. Broken and betrayed the remaining trio were forced to move and cancel the release of their upcoming album (the third). They took a holiday to Scotland and spent a couple months there rewriting and recording before returning to London and releasing the completely new album, aptly named ‘Do Your Worst’, featuring the hit single ‘Set Yourself On Fire’ with the iconic lyric ‘I wish you would set yourself on fire / because god knows I need cheering up’.

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Baby’s First Pun

I wrote this for the April fools bodyswap please don’t laugh at me or my writing lmao

Marinette couldn’t help but stare at the stray cat dangling from the latch in her ceiling, his long legs stretching above her, silver toes just brushing the comforter bunched around her legs, and swishing tail nearly whapping her in the face. Of course he had to come through the window. Of course. it only made since that an unconventional cat made an unconventional entrance at an unconventional time.

Midnight. Really?

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Shawn Mendes
Words ~ 1,300
Warnings ~ Surprisingly, there’s no swearing. I know one of the request says panic attack, but I tried to stay away from writing anything too triggering. However, it still does contain things like hyperventilating and stuffs.
Requests ~ 1) HI! Can you write a Shawn imagine where y/n is also famous and he surprises her on one of her shows? 🙄😱 I love your imagines btw, you’re one of the best writers here💕 2) can you do a request with Shawn gf reader where she has a anxiety attack he comforts? idk just fluff cutness😇🙂

Note ~ Not really important but a little bit of extra info for anyone interested. The YouTuber I was talking about was Dodie and the song was Satisfied from Hamilton. But I tried to keep it sort of vague because I know a lot of people don’t know them :D And I did go through and edit this one, but I’m really tired and probably missed out a bunch of stuff XD

It’s pretty much impossible to miss Mike, I mean the dude is giant. Saying that, he still managed to make me jump as he snuck up behind me, snaking his arms around my neck.

“I’m excited! Are you excited?” Even with him standing so close, I could barely hear him over the loud music. His excitement instantly faded when he got a good look at my face, "Alex, are you okay?“

I really wasn’t okay. This was my first time preforming in front of a crowed this big. I mean, there were about five thousand people out there. Five thousand! That’s a lot of eyes staring at me if I do something wrong. And I know that’s nothing compared to the amount of people that watch our videos, but with a video I can hide behind a screen and I could edit any mistakes out. I can’t do that with live shows.

Running a trembling hand through my hair, I could already feel my heart pounding against my chest as all these thoughts fluttered around my head. Mike instantly pulled me into his arms as tears began spilling down my face. 

"Come on, lets get you away from this loud music for a while.” I didn’t really have any say in the matter as Mike dragged me away from the stage wing and into the hall. The music could still be heard through the thin walls, but it was a lot more bearable. 

I found myself pacing the length of the hallway, but ended up sliding to the floor when my legs became too weak to hold my weight. With my back against the wall, I placed my head between my bent knees as I tried to block out the sounds around me. I started counting each time my chest moved up and down, but it did nothing to slow down my rapid breathing. A uneasy feeling burned in my stomach, slowly creeping up my throat.

I didn’t even hear Que until she was kneeling in front of me. She asked me a few questions, but I found it hard to answer apart from nodding yes or no. When she went to stand up again, I pulled her back down, not wanting her to leave incase something bad happened, "I’m just going to get Shawn. I’ll be right back.“ she explained.

"Shawn’s not here. He’s on the other side of the country.” I told her through gasps, my eyes flickering between the two friends as they both let out an awkward laugh.

“It was meant to be a surprise. He wanted to see you preform, and we knew how much you missed him, so we arranged for him to fly over. He was going to meet you after the show.” My head felt like it was going to explode. Too many emotions were running around me.

Mike did his best to calm me down as Que ran off to find Shawn, but it didn’t really work. If anything his constant questions only made things worse. A few minutes later I heard both of their voices in the distance as Que talked Shawn through what was going on.

“Hey Baby.” Shawn spoke softly. I looked up to see him crouching in front of me, smiling weakly as his hand stroked my knee in an attempt to comfort me.

“Hi.” I struggled to keep my shaking voice steady, but ultimately failed as I broke into sobs.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” Shawn sat on the floor next to me. I flinched as his hand touched my arm, but let him pull my body into his anyway, “Do you want a drink or anything?”

I shook my head no. He didn’t say anything else which I was grateful for because I really couldn’t speak through my crying. Burying my head further against Shawn’s chest, my eyes squeezed shut as I tried to think about anything but the screaming crowed on the other side of the thin wall. Instead, I concentrated on my breathing again, trying to match it to Shawn’s heart beat. But every time I got it somewhat level, the crowed would make a sound and I would start freaking out again.

Que and Mike walked back and forth a few times, stopping to check if I was okay while they prepared to go on stage. At one point Que placed a bottle of water and a small plate of biscuits next to me, saying it was ‘energy food’ for when I felt better. It was a really nice thought, and her words did make me laugh a bit, but the butterflied storming through my stomach made me to not even want to touch the food.

After quite some time I finally felt my heart slow down. I winced at the bright light as my eyes opened once again. My gaze met the one of a girl who I quickly recognised as one of my favorite YouTubers. I’ve watched her video’s for so long and always dreamed of working with her, but this wasn’t exactly how I imagined meeting her.

She smiled and gave me a thumbs up before turning back to her friend. I gave a small groan and burrowed myself deeper against my boyfriend’s chest, attempting to hide my very red and tear stained face.

Shawn chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple, “How you feeling?”

“Embarrassed, but other than that I’m good.” Okay, I was lying a bit. I was still nervous and felt weak as hell, but I didn’t want to worry him any more. But I knew he saw straight through me. He didn’t force the subject though, instead he forced the bottle and biscuits into my hand.

“It’s okay to feel nervous. I still get nervous before going on stage.” Shawn wrapped his hand around mine, helping to stop the shaking as I took a sip of water.

I let out a small laugh and shoved a biscuit into my mouth, “Great, now I feel stupid for getting nervous over five thousand people.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Silly.” He poked my cheek.

“I know.” I smiled up at him, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Baby.” Shawn leaned in for a quick kiss before helping me to stand. The crowed burst into life as the act finally came to a close. Nerves spiked through me again, but they defiantly weren’t as intense this time.

Que rushed over to us as the announcer began introducing us, “We need to go, like now.”

She started dragging me away but Shawn tugged me back, pulling me in for a very brief kiss, “I’ll be standing with Jon in the back. You’ll be fine. Just have fun.”

Really pushing for time now, Que broke us apart. I managed to yell another quick 'I love you’ before we started sprinting through the hall. Mike was already out there keeping the audience entertained when Que and me made it up onto the stage, while a crew member shoved a microphone into my hand.

“Sorry about that. Alex was making out with her boyfriend.” The crowed burst into a chorus of laughter which made my face burn up. Well, this was a good start.


The girl from earlier was actually really chill. After coming off stage, I bumped into her and we ended up getting into a really in-depth conversation about something completely random. We were in the middle of organising a colab that we were planning to film later on this weekend when a pair of arms circled around my waist, lifting me off the floor and spinning me around.

“You were so good. I’m so proud of you.” Shawn gushed as he kissed my cheek. I couldn’t do anything but join in with everyone else’s laughter. When he did finally let me down, I felt so dizzy that I had to grab onto his arm just to stop myself from falling over.

“I messed up so much on the second song. My voice cracked at least twice during the high note, and I swear I forgot half of the words for the rap…”

“Really? I didn’t even notice.” He smiled sweetly. Rolling my eyes, I hugged my arms around his neck. He was about to kiss me when randomly popped up out of nowhere, breaking us apart.

“Okay, break it up before someone posts this on YouTube.”

Why laurel lance is too pure for this world and why arrow failed her in season 2 pt. 1

I already know I’m late AF with this but oh well, I’m a new viewer 

I just have to get this out though because I’m was so done with arrow and pretty much everyone expect Moira and Thea after making it through the first 15 episodes of season2. I’ve read a lot about fan reactions to Laurel and the entire storyline and honestly I’m shocked and appalled by some of the things I’ve seen. It’s disheartening for a lot of reasons that I won’t get into but that just makes me want to write this even more. 

I’m not even sure where I even begin because there is so much to go off about but I guess I’ll start from the beginning. 

[Warning this will be long AF I talk a lot]

This is also going to be a multi part meta since there is a lot to get through and a lot of people involved. 

From the beginning I didn’t like the Sara storyline. When I found out that Oliver got on that boat with Sara in season 1 I thought it was so shitty and I was honestly confused as to why they would even make that a plot point but I wasn’t really put off by it because it was pretty much a background plot point. It was a fucked up thing that Oliver did that he and Laurel had to work through once he came back from the island. His guilt over it was actually compelling and helped show his growth and helped make Oliver seem like more than the asshole that originally went on that island. Laurel’s hurt over it was actually handled pretty okay. They never just brushed it under the rug and pretended like it didn’t happen but they actually showed Oliver and Laurel slowly trying to move past it. I believed that Oliver was sorry and that he truly did love Laurel. I was hurt for Laurel and I understood her hurt and her trying to forgive and do what she felt was best for her self. What I liked most about it’s handling what that Laurel wasn’t just expected to forgive. The narrative didn’t push that she should just get over it, Oliver didn’t just expect her to get over it, basically Laurel was given the space to feel how ever she wanted to feel and work through that. It was realistic and it felt genuine to me

after that Sara came up again but mostly within the context of family. Her death clearly took it’s toll on the entire family, Laurel’s mom left, her dad drowned himself in alcohol, and Laurel never really grieved properly. Sara was pretty much just a plot device for the Lance family, a plot device that they actually weaved into the greater story in a compelling way even if it was frustrating at times to see quentin so consumed by his grief over one child that he completely disregarded his living child at time. Even with it’s frustrating aspects and the general uncomfortableness of the sara plot line it still didn’t really bother me because once again, it was a background thing and for the most part most they showed Laurel, Quentin, and her mom handling it in a very realistic way. 

Jump forward to season 2 and it’s a whole different story. Honestly the worst thing they could have ever done was really go into detail about what happened between Oliver and Sara and if they were going to do it they handled the consequences of the plot point in the worst possible way and in a way that did a complete disservice to Laurel. I was honestly appalled by how everything in episodes 13 and 14 played out and by how they decide to write it. It was sloppy, it was lazy, it was disingenuous, it was nonsensical, and it was completely fucked up. I don’t know what their motive truly was but all it did was highlight just how much pretty much everyone around Laurel failed her and how the writers ultimately failed her.

I’ll start with her parents who will be the focus of this part of my rant/meta.  Up first is Dinah: 

I don’t think I really judged Dinah initially for leaving her family. She was a grieving mother and it’s hard to tell someone how to cope with loosing a child but I did think it was unfortunate that she couldn’t get past her grief of loosing one child to be there for her other living child. She left Laurel and her husband because it hurt too bad and it’s really sad because as much as she was hurting she wasn’t the only one in pain, Laurel needed her mother, Laurel mattered too and as a parent she should have been able to see that. I won’t say it was selfish but it was unfair to just abandon your living child, it’s not a good way to cope with grief and it only hurts the people around you. She stayed gone, couldn’t call Laurel, couldn’t see if she was okay, nothing, but as soon as she gets some ideas about Sara she’s running back into town and she doesn’t ask Laurel how she’s doing, if she’s okay, no she jumps to telling her about her theories about Sara being a live. Laurel was only a blimp on her radar because of Sara. It was like Laurel was barely even her child as well at all. As soon as her Sara being alive dreams are crushed she leaves again of course because I guess it’s still too hard for her to be a parent to Laurel because Sara is dead. Who cares that Laurel is still alive and breathing and deserving of a nurturing, caring, and present mother Sara is dead and that’s literally all that matters. As a parent she had a responsibility to be a parent to Laurel, one that she failed in doing in more way than one, which brings me to my next point

She knew about Sara and Oliver. She knew that her daughter was sleeping with her other daughter’s boyfriend and leaving to go on a weeks long boat trip with him. It felt like my heart literally broke when Laurel found out her mom knew because just imagine how hard that is to swallow as a child. Her own mother knew and kept it from her this entire time and probably did nothing to stop them from hurting her. Your parents are supposed to love you and protect you from hurt, emotionally and physically and her own mother did the exact opposite of that. Dinah says that she saw Sara packing and she tried to tell her not to go but she said that she loved oliver and that was that. Sara made her own choices and I’m not saying that Dinah should have tied her up and forced her to stay but from the way Dinah said it she made it seem like she didn’t want Sara to go but when Sara said she was in love then she couldn’t argue with her and just let her go. She made is sound like she was okay with Sara going because Sara claimed to be in love. She didn’t put much of a fuss up about it with her, she didn’t chew her out about it, she didn’t do anything but say oh no you can’t go well okay then you’re in love so I guess I get it. Sara being in love with a guy that’s supposed to be committed to Laurel mattered more than Laurel’s feelings, it mattered more than the fact that the love of Laurel’s life is cheating on her with her own sister which would devastate her.

I’m trying not to curse here because I want this to at least be semi rational but frankly It’s so fucked up, Dinah was so fucked up. She failed her daughter. Any parent with some sense would have slapped the fuck out of Sara for doing something that low to her own sister. She should have been appalled that the children she raised would have something like this happen between them. It should have hurt her that Sara was sleeping with the man that her other daughter has been in love with for YEARS, is making plans to move in with and wants to one day marry. How the fuck do you look at your daughter miss her boyfriend every day, talk about him, make plans with him, wait patiently for him to come home, knowing full fucking well that he is currently on a boat fucking your other daughter. If felt like Laurel barely registered to her. She knew the whole damn time. She looked Laurel in her face everyday knowing that she did nothing real to convince Sara to not run off with the love of her life. She was a shitty ass parent

Sometimes I don’t know what kinda world some people live in but in the one I live in relationships in a family are important and things that threaten to destroy those relationships are important as well and sleeping with your sibling’s significant other is something that destroys relationships. NO PARENT in their right mind would be okay with that or just brush it under the rug. They would know that their child would be devastated and they wouldn’t want that as a parent, They would want to protect their child from that pain but the only person it seemed like Dinah cared about protecting was Sara. She cared about Sara getting to do what she wants even if it’s at the expense of her other child. Any parent worth a damn would have been appalled, made Sara tell Laurel what’s going on instead of getting on that boat, and then tried their best to repair the relationship between their children. You can’t say her actions protected Laurel because they didn’t, they helped deceive Laurel and added insult to injury for her. Sara and Oliver fucking around with each other was ALWAYS going to come out and any person would have realized that in this situation BOTH of their children would end up hurt. If sara continued her relationship with Oliver but Oliver went full steam ahead with his relationship with Laurel Sara would end up hurt, Sara would probably end up resenting Laurel and there would be discord. If Laurel found out what was going on she would be devastated and she would feel betrayed and their would be discord. So no matter how you slice it, helping Sara conceal her relationship with Oliver didn’t protect Laurel or her relationship with Sara. Her actions were to protect Sara and Sara only, to protect Sara from facing the consequences of her shitty behavior and to protect Sara’s wants and desires, Laurel be damned. 

I mean she straight up LIED to laurel. Laurel had to question about sara’s whereabouts, I’m sure she talked about her while she was gone and Dinah kept up the charade knowing damn well Sara wasn’t where Laurel and Quentin thought she was. Again I have to ask how do you look at your daughter and know that the two people she loves are currently betraying her and keep up the charade? A parent worth a damn wouldn’t do that shit, a parent that wasn’t so blinded by adoration and care for one child over the other wouldn’t. Honestly Dinah just didn’t fail Laurel in this situation ,she failed both of her children, it’s just that Laurel was the one hurt the most by her failures. If I was Laurel I would have to seriously question if my mother gave a real damn about me after finding out something like that. 

Now on to quentin: 

Quentin get’s credit where Dinah get’s none. Even though he was grieving and didn’t cope with it well he still didn’t completely check out on Laurel. He at least recognized that he still has a daughter and that daughter needs a father present. I think he def dropped the ball as a parent when he slipped into alcoholism and basically neglected Laurel but I have to applaud him for getting sober eventually and trying to be a better dad to her which he was later on. Still Quentin wasn’t without his fair share of mistakes. In season 1 he was so consumed by his anger and hurt over sara and so hellbent of his grudge against the hood that he even endangered Laurel’s safety to accomplish. He was very much so blinded by his grief over loosing Sara that he couldn’t properly prioritize Laurel. As with Dinah it’s hard to tell a parent how to deal with loosing a child but when you have more than one child you do have responsibilities to your living children. He became a drunk and neglected Laurel. Their home situation was really messed up and heartbreaking to me for both quentin and for Laurel because you could tell her loved his daughter but he was just so messed up because of his addiction and his pain that he couldn’t properly be a father to her.

I have to applaud Quentin though because he at least did something that Dinah obviously couldn’t do, which was pull himself together and at least try to be a better parent. I had no doubt that Quentin cared about Laurel. Even when he was struggling with his addiction he tried to protect her and do what’s best for her even if he had his moments where the dropped the ball. I think he truly did adore Laurel and wanted to move on with their lives after loosing sara and Dinah. His scene with Laurel and telling her goodbye in the season 1 finale was one of my favorite and made me cry because Quentin might not have been the perfect dad but he loved Laurel and he would protect his daughter against anything. You could see how it ate away at him when he realized that she was depressed and struggling with addiction. I didn’t agree with all of his methods but he tried to get her help. He wanted to see her happy and healthy and it was hurting him that she wasn’t and he couldn’t help her. That part of quentin’s arc with Laurel in season 2 was actually compelling and handled well. but that was all pretty much shitted on once Sara returned. 

That’s when quentin failed Laurel again, after coming back from his earlier struggles ultimately he let the same person make him fail his daughter again, Sara. 

Quentin bothered me SO MUCH in episodes 13 and 14 because it was like after he got Sara back he just completely dismissed Laurel’s needs. I understand that getting sara back was great but he had already known she was a live again before she showed up so her saying hey I’ll stay in town this time shouldn’t have been so much for him that he just completely disregards Laurel the way he did. Neither of their parents really paid attention or cared about how Laurel would feel about Sara being back. They both were so consumed by having their precious sara back that they just ignored the very real hurt that Laurel would feel and just expected her to embrace it all and be one big happy family as if nothing had happened in the last 5 years. Quentin KNEW that Laurel was already in a lot of pain, he knew she was abusing drugs and depressed and going though a lot and instead of being attentive to her needs while trying to enjoy the fact that he got his other daughter back he just completely disregard her. What bothered me about her parents was that they treated Laurel as if her hurt and her anger had no validity and didn’t matter. 

They didn’t care that she wasn’t handling it well and had a good reason to not and that Sara’s return could exacerbate her already fragile emotional state. All they thought about was Sara, Sara feeling like she’s welcomed back, Sara getting forgiveness, Sara getting her family back, Sara being happy again. It was all about Sara and them getting their happy family back and none of them stopped to say Hey Laurel is having a hard time with this, Laurel is really hurt and needs time, Laurel needs her parents just as much as Sara does right now, Laurel deserves to be able to process her feelings in her own time. Instead they pushed her to just basically get over it so that they can go back to living a charade of being a functional family. He got mad at Laurel for being rightly upset that her sister was once again fucking Oliver. His anger at Laurel’s blow up was disgusting. Clearly Laurel is upset, clearly Laurel is hurt and she’s not hurt just to be petty she’s hurt because she was betrayed by these people who are in her fucking house and lying to her face again, she was blindsided by her sister being a live and she’s not ready to pretend like everything is fine and move on but he didn’t give a damn. Laurel having the nerve to be upset angered him and instead of being attentive to Laurel’s needs he gets mad at her and basically blames her for ruining their family moment. 

It did such a disservice to Quentin and Laurel because Quentin was supposed to care about Laurel, he was supposed to be a better father, he was supposed to be on this path to understanding that he has TWO daughters not just one  which was something he forgot for years and was supposed to get now but they basically made him throw all that out the window. The narrative basically made it clear that Dinah and Quentin so heavily favored Sara over Laurel that they were completely unable to even empathize with her when she was completely devastated and wrong by Sara. Laurel took a back seat to Sara. Sara is pretending to be sad over Laurel shunning her and Laurel needs to stop being mean and make it better because Sara needs to be protected, Sara needs to be coddled. Sara doesn’t need to be held accountable for her actions, Sara doesn’t need to work or put in effort for Laurel, no Laurel needs to just toss her feelings aside and get over it, feelings that are so strong and CLEARLY TEARING HER APART AND HAVE PUSHED HER INTO FUCKING ADDICTION. 

It’s beyond shitty parenting, it’s fucked up. I never expected them to just say fuck you sara we are team laurel because that’s not good parenting either. The messed up part is they never had to pick sides. The shouldn’t have had to because they are parents to both women. Their job was to be attentive to both their daughters while understanding that right is right and wrong is wrong. Their job was to facilitate some actual healing and repair of the relationship. Their job was to make Sara understand why Laurel feels the way she feels and push her to make it better while telling Laurel that she’s entitled to her feelings but needs to work on through them in a healthy way, not by drowning herself in drugs and alcohol. 

I mean it’s really appalling when you think about it. Laurel is struggling with addiction right in front of their face, she falling apart and in Sara’s presence, who Laurel made it abundantly clear the episode before was a trigger for her, it means jack shit to them. They are so far gone on the sara train that they can’t even see Laurel. She doesn’t register to them. The instinct to protect her and feel for her doesn’t even kick in for them. If it did Quentin would have never let Oliver set foot in that apt and crash that party. He would have told Oliver that it’s nice he wants to support but this is a FAMILY dinner and considering he has been the cause of so much discord in his family and Laurel is not in a good place it’s best of if he leaves. You could tell that Laurel was not okay with him being there as soon as she opened the door. Any parent worth a damn would have prevented that entire situation from happening to protect Laurel who has already been hurt enough and is in a messed up state but he didn’t because Sara wanted Oliver there so hey oliver get’s to be there who gives a fuck about Laurel. They didn’t protect their daughter, but instead just sat there and let Sara put her in a triggering situation. The urge to comfort their CLEARLY hurting child didn’t even kick in for them. When Laurel lashed out they didn’t try to soothe her and comfort her, instead they got angry and acted appalled that she was getting angry and ruining everything. They didn’t even try to go check on her, or anything. They sat their and acted hurt and upset that Laurel’s words were probably hurting sara not that Laurel was actually sitting there hurting because of Sara. How you favor one child over the other so strongly that even your basic instincts and a parent can’t kick on for the other one is truly beyond me.  They expected absolutely nothing from Sara and everything for Laurel when Laurel was the one who was betrayed and hurting. Most parents should have been grieved that all this went down between their daughters the Quentin and Dinah barely acted like they cared and they did nothing to hold Sara accountable in the relationship but did everything to make Laurel accountable as if she was the cause of it being ripped apart. 

I really don’t know why the writers felt like it was best to portray this situation like this and the worst part of it all, as evidenced by what happens later which I’ll get to in part 2, it wasn’t so that they could show a fucked up situation and be true to it being fucked up and highlight that. It wasn’t so that we could feel bad for Laurel at all which would have been the TRUE thing to highlight. It wan’t so that we could see that this struggling female character has to deal with addiction and a messed up family situation that’s pretty much exacerbating her already deteriorating condition and pushing her to her breaking point. I would have been able to stomach it if that was the case because it would have shown Laurel spiraling even deeper into her depression and addiction to the point where she truly hits rock bottom and then decides to pick herself up from there. but that wasn’t the point. 

The entire thing basically made Laurel the scapegoat in her own downfall, it was done to make her seem like the bad guy in her family, as the one who’s failing everyone else and therefore need to get her shit together when truthfully she’s the one who has been failed so much by her entire family. With a sister like Sara and parents like Dinah and Quentin we’re lucky she’s still in one piece right now. Her parents failed her in the worst and in almost every way possible and the writers failed her BIG TIME as well. 

Unfortunately for Laurel and for me this in only just ONE of the ways the writers failed her in this storyline. 

Why Caroline Dries was the real obstacle for Steroline in S7

I want to preface this with the fact that what I’m saying is purely speculation on my part and this is something I have discussed in PM with a few people through out the course of this season so its not something most people know about. However, I have closely observed how this season’s execution was very disjointed and from recent interviews from Julie I do get the feeling that her and Caroline Dries did not see eye-to-eye on a lot of this season’s storyline. It’s quite obvious that Julie was not present for much of the beginning of this season’s filming and writing because she was involved with Containment, this is similar to S5 when she worked on the Tomorrow People, and Caroline Dries was left as the showrunner in her absence. Also let me just say that while I will explain why Dries is the worst Julie is still held accountable for the fact that she left Dries in charge and that’s on her, if she didn’t trust that Dries could tell Steroline’s story correctly then she shouldn’t have given her the reins to this season.

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27 Reasons Why I Love Wander Over Yonder

This is for @peepsqueak’s #saveWOY thunderclap. To celebrate a month anniversary of the season two finale episode, “The End of the Galaxy” (6/27), I want to say what twenty-seven things I find so interesting about the show (I even scheduled it to post the time it aired, 8 pm!).

1. The animation is super fluid and it’s so intriguing to watch.

2. I LOVE the creative character designs for all of the characters in the show. The main characters stand out from each other and the minor characters aren’t bland either.

3. WOY is a very musical show. So much that I even heard all of the main four sing at least once.

4. “My Fair Hatey” (which was referred to from the reason above), brought in lots of new fans to watch the show. And it also was a really good musical episode in general.

5. “The Party Poopers” was probably the best way to do a gross-out episode ever. If that doesn’t tell you how advanced the writers are, I don’t know what to tell you.

6. “The Hero” broke all commonalities of a fairy tale story. The princess kicks butt and can be independent, the dragon was the princess’ husband and they are both happily married (and acknowledge marriage is a lot more than just a happily ever after), and the “hero” (Brad Starlight) was a stuck-up jerk and was actually the villain. This twist makes the episode very interesting.

7. The characters are relatable to fans (for example, the show characterizes points where Wander has trichotillomania, and some fans can relate to that and don’t feel as alone about it).

8. THERE NEEDS TO BE AN ART BOOK of this show because its art is so breathtaking!

9. This show breaks stereotypes like crazy. Wander may not be a masculine hero, but he likes being himself: eccentric, happy-go-lucky, and helpful.

10. And Sylvia may not be the most feminine character, but that’s ok! She likes doing what she does best: kicking monster butt, being sassy, and being a really good friend to Wander and others (when need be).

11. There’s a huge theme in this show, and that is what Wander always says, “It never hurts to help!”. I feel it is a lesson everyone should to take to heart and if everyone did that, the world will be on the right path to peace.

12. Peepers makes a really good point in “The Cool Guy”, his point being that he doesn’t mind being a nerd. A nerd, he says, makes goals and finds ways to accomplish them and use their brains. I can definitely relate to this.

13. I feel as if Hater is on the road for some major character development. I mean, with Wander’s help, he tries to know more about someone than bragging about himself, the show characterizes that he doesn’t feel as hostile towards Wander and Sylvia as he was in the beginning of the series, and he is shown to be more than just a moody teenager.

14. There had been some really good character interactions (like Sylvia and Peepers, more insight on Hater and Awesome, etc…). I like this because they can really flesh out both characters and we get to know more and more about them.

15. Season two was an amazing attempt on writing a story arc on a silly, goofy galaxy (with a serious villain of Lord Dominator). Because of this, I don’t think it’s just only a “throwback to the Looney Tunes era” (even though that’s not a bad thing), it experimented on growing a lot more continuity and spoke out to modern viewers of the show today on how intriguing a show can be.

16. People are free to headcanon on things not discussed on the show yet. Some of them are really creative and letting the fans imagine scenarios of how (x) and (y) happened makes it more alive and active.

17. Sylvia had a huge change of thought of Hater in the first episode to the season two finale. At first she got really heated up on how he always conquers planets and is only a no-good, no-fun having jerk. But then, in “The End of the Galaxy”, she saw Hater through Wander’s eyes when he saved the galaxy refugees by shielding them from Dominator. She rooted for him when he was giving up, and this caused the whole ensemble to rally behind her and Hater. I think that’s cool.

18. Speaking of seeing things through Wander’s eyes, I always got that vibe from him when I watch the series. He always looks on the bright side of each situation, no matter how hard it is to be happy. He has that essence of wonder and it reminds me of how a little kid can see the world in such a happy way with such awe.

19. And I totally get behind on, “Looking on the bright side of things,”. It’s good for everyone to learn, and even better for the little ones. They will have such amazing opportunities to be influenced by morals like this, and they will be really strong one day.

20. I love how Wander and Sylvia’s relationship is platonic. It’s rare to see that on television without that blossoming into romance. This shows that a man and a woman doesn’t have to equal romance, they can be just friends if they want to. And sometimes I feel society doesn’t understand that. Even if Wander and Sylvia aren’t interested in marriage or dating each other, they still want to be with each other for the rest of their lives.

21. Wander, too, can have flaws like everyone else in the show (for one, it feels as if he has a hard time getting a group of people to do what he wants; Wander wants to reform Dominator, everyone else wants to stop her; this makes it hard for him to continue working with a group with different ethics than him). Just because he does, doesn’t mean it should pushed aside and still say he is perfect or completely trash-talk for one flaw. Even people like Wander, who has everything figured out and always brings a smile to everyone, may not be the perfect goody-two-shoes, and that is ok! Everyone has their own flaws to work on and overcome.

22. The show puts people in a good mood. If they aren’t laughing, they are definitely smiling because it is very charming and witty to watch.

23. Minor characters are brought back when needed. This shows a lot of continuity and that they aren’t thrown to the side after being used in one episode. More often, minor characters in this show are part of a really powerful ensemble and this makes them more hard to forget because they all have a purpose when needed again.

24. I want to expand upon what I said about Wander and Sylvia’s relationship: they look out for one another deeply. In “The Box”, Wander’s curiousity gets out of control and Sylvia does everything she can to help Wander cope. “The Time Bomb” has Wander helping Sylvia to calm down and take it easy with coping mechanisms when she has to deal with her hostile competitive self in a big race.

25. Sometimes they both look out for one another. In “The Heebie Jeebies”, when the duo finds out that the Phantomimes go away when they are not scared, they take turns protecting each other in hopes of making all of them go away. This really tightened their bond because it wasn’t only one helping the one in need, it was where both helped each other at the same time.

26. I think it’s pretty cool how the show makes references to some space themed media like “Star Wars” and this one film called “The Alien”. I like that they are subtle about it too and try not to shove it in our face in hopes of being the best cartoon.

27. The show makes really big impacts with everyone. Some may be watching to cope with their anxiety, or depression, trauma, a bad day, or anything that helps them when they aren’t in the best place. It helps them be happy and soothes all of their troubles and worries.

Even if it’s not that, other people spoke out saying that the show has helped them out in at least a certain way.

Please help continue the impact of the fandom’s lives by signing this petition below to get Wander Over Yonder it’s deserved third season.


I would like to note that the fandom is still very alive and strong willed to continue the series despite having the season two finale be a “series finale” and have nay-sayers put a damper on their project (you can’t live life putting others down and being negative, and if you do, I am very sorry, but hey! That flaw can be worked on and can be overcome). Having them apply what they have learned in the show to do amazing projects such as this really means something.

Thank you. :) @disneyxd @woyseason3 @savewoy @crackmccraigen @owner-of-wendys @suspendersofdisbelief

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ask and ye shall receive. Part 1Part 2, & Part 3

Iris stretched out on the couch, a two day old, half-eaten pan of brownies sitting on the coffee table next to a glass and a bottle of wine. It was a rare Friday night; Linda had plans and Iris had none, so she was alone in the apartment. Finally, blissfully alone.

Exactly what she had wanted.

She held the remote in her hand, the TV waiting to be turned on. She wanted to make a dent in her massive Netflix queue, to unwind from a hard week at work and an even worse month and a half of her life. She’d heard great things about the Great British Bake Off, and she couldn’t watch it with Linda there for fear that her friend would attempt to make everything and they’d both end up a hundred pounds heavier. And then there was the newest Netflix original that the entertainment writers couldn’t get enough of, the one that she’d added only two days ago when it came out. She’d practically dreamed of watching these shows during her lunch break at work, imagining herself vegging out in front of the TV for the first time in what felt like forever. She even made it clear to her roommate before they left work that Linda was not allowed to come back before midnight unless the dinner and drinks were terrible. It was seven. She had five hours left to herself before Linda knocked at the door, tipsy and happy and glad that Iris had taken her keys from her before she left so she couldn’t drive home.

Her finger rested on top of the power button. Iris stared at the blank TV screen. She wanted to press the button, wanted to want to press the button. To drift into a mindless state of being where nothing mattered but the bakers on the screen and what they were doing, the things they were creating. She wanted to lose herself to a reality where she didn’t exist, where none of the characters had ever heard of the Flash much less of Iris West, the girl who wrote about him. She wanted not to think about Barry and his problems and all of the complications that came with knowing him and loving him and missing him.

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This episode jesus.

So since we’re down to Nina’s last few episodes i wanted to watch these episodes and see if they’re going to give any change to Elena’s character and i don’t know why i still have expectations with this show because it keeps getting worse and worse. There was so much wrong with this episode but 2 characters were the MVPS who dropped so much truth and i’ll talk about them but first lets get the boring people out of the way. Here’s my review.

Alaric & Jo | They’re still very boring, and seeing as how i don’t care for neither of them I don’t understand why they’re still on here. It seems Jo’s only purpose is to make Elena realize of what she truly wants in life and who the hell knows why Alaric is on there maybe to be Damon’s cheerleader like everybody else on this damn show who knows but whatever they were boring.

Matt | Once again he was made to be a plot device, and have a 5 second scene of checking a wound where he was almost killed. Can y’all just give Matt his farewell and send him on his way? Seriously any episode he’s in he’s either being held hostage or almost getting killed just let him go already. I get that he’s basically the only human left among his “friends” but its time for him to die permanently or leave town because there’s no purpose for him anymore. I like Matt, he deserves better than his characters been given so give him his deuces and leave MF.

Enzo | Okay did i go temporarily deaf or did that fool call Damon his “old friend” when he was talking to Lily? Then bitch about Stefan again? I’m sorry who was the one who left you in a cell to die and then kill the woman you love? Oh right DAMON. I ain’t got no time to deal with Enzo his time on this show ran out a LONG time ago and this little storyline with him and Lily made him no more interesting. 

I hope this isn’t going to be some freaky hookup story or something between them because ew, but it looks like he’s going to help her stop from becoming a ripper again which would be very ironic seeing as how he constantly bashes Stefan for the same thing. Enzo just has no purpose, he’s either bitching about something Stefan did or holding someone hostage dude either die or shut the hell up because i don’t care anymore.

Now onto the MVPS of this episode….


One of the things the writers are getting right this season is how they’re handling Bonnie’s character because after seasons of her sacrificing for these people she’s finally realizing how they never appreciate what she’s done for them in return and she’s saying fuck that and putting herself first. She let Damon know that she wasn’t just going to let his mother have the chance to bring Kai back or those vampires/witches who could kill them all, she’s fought too long and hard to get back to her life for it all to go to hell again and that’s what i loved to hear. Bonnie taking control of who she is and giving no one any mercy.

She also dropped so much truth tea on Damon about the cure and she was right on the money with what she said. I was warming up too the idea of Bamon but when he tried to attack her that’s when i jumped off that train because it reminded me that he’s an asshole and doesn’t deserve anybody especially Bonnie. She deserves way better than that and more.

Lily Salvatore | I know some of y’all may have a problem with her but I love her because even though she has parenting issues, she also schooled the hell out of Damon the whole episode. She knew just how messed up he was for keeping the cure from Elena, knowing that it would make her happy and wasn’t going to give it to her so she took it upon herself as punishment to give the cure to Elena herself and i was here for it because he was too much of a selfish asshole to do it. She may be getting to know her sons again but one thing is for sure she isn’t a pushover and is just as lethal to get her point across.

I’m not sure where they’re going with her storyline but it looks like she’s going to be a ripper again if they don’t get her friends out of the other world and something tells me this is going to end badly. Bonnie has the device to get back to her world so its going to be a showdown no doubt.

Steroline | I feel like with these two they always try to flip back and forth from friendship Steroline to relationship SC and it just doesn’t work. I liked that Stefan was trying to help her get her humanity back, but that all went to hell with those visions because they were once again using Liz’s death to prop them again and i’m not here for that. I don’t understand why they took such a great friendship and ruined that, their first time was with their humanity shut off and they’ve been terrorizing people together so right off the bat whatever they have isn’t healthy and i’m still not feeling the vibe that Stefan wants to even be with Caroline. 

I know he cares for her, but ever since S6 started they’ve been forcing the fact that he HAS to be with her, everyone telling him he HAS to save her, HAS to be bring her humanity back and Stefan really has had no say. No ones told him that he doesn’t owe her anything, that all he has to be is a friend to her and that’s the problem. I think he’s more with her out of guilt and sympathy than anything else and i’ve said it and i’ll say it again he’ll never love anyone like he does Elena so Caroline won’t be 1st in his heart. Caroline deserves a good man, but right now she just needs to mourn her mother. They’ve put so much emphasis on SC that they haven’t had time to show Caroline just be sad and try to take it one day at a time and they probably won’t but that’s what should happen. 

sidenote: Loved what Caroline said about DE, not one damn lie was told!

speaking of….

Damon & Elena | I’m so disappointed at the fact that ever since S4 they’ve taken Elena’s character and made her a puppet for Damon to do and say whatever he wishes to happen. Everyone pointed it out to him what has been the truth since forever and that’s that he doesn’t give not one care to the choices Elena makes or what she wants it all about what he wants. Her happiness has to revolve around him, and if it doesn’t he gets a temper tantrum. He lashes out and takes out his aggression on the people who Elena loves, but that’s not the sad part its that Elena will look past all of that and still forgive him. Its not like she’s blind to his evil deeds either because those are the only memories she has of him so my question is why is still with this man who’s caused her life so much hell?

In S1 what happened when Damon found out that Elena was on her boyfriend’s side about not getting the grimore from his father’s grave? He threatened to kill Elena and turn her into a vampire.

In S2 what happened when Damon got mad that Elena made her own choice? He snapped Jeremy’s neck.

What happened when Elena wanted to make the choice to sacrifice herself to Klaus? He fed her his blood, so that she’d come back as a vampire knowing good and damn well she didn’t want to be one and then almost killed Stefan for defending her.

In S5 what happened when Elena(katherine) broke up with him? He killed Aaron, and almost killed Jeremy and Bonnie.

Its very clear that from all of this that Damon doesn’t care about Elena’s free will unless he has any say about it. Even when he died at the end of S5, when he came back he made sure to force his way into her life and even though she had erased her memories of him he didn’t care.

That brings us to the cure storyline, and this is what gets me about Damon. He says all these words about loving Elena, but when the time comes to show it he provides no proof. He didn’t like the fact of her growing old, having children, having an actual happy human life without him in it even though he knows that’s what she wants. 

Elena SETTLED for Damon, she settled becoming a vampire because she had to, she settled becoming the person she knew she didn’t want to be but she was never suppose to become this person in the first place.

We truly did lose the true Elena gilbert when she went off of the bridge and since S4 she’s never been the same. When she was human she was the best version of herself, with Stefan at her side she was selfless, brave, kind, and fearless. Stefan was such a great influence of Elena because he loved her unconditionally, let her make her own decisions, and was there for her no matter what. He wanted to take the cure with her for genuine reasons, he wanted to actually grow old with her and have a family with her. He also was content to just give her the cure and be happy in any way she chose, because that’s how much he loved her very selflessly. That’s why him and Elena worked so well because they had love in the most pure way and always brought out the best in each other.

That’s why Stelena’s “human” life episode was so genuinely beautiful because they truly wanted that life with each other, they had tears in their eyes when it was over because it would never be a reality. They told each other they’d always love one another and that’s what love is all about.

Damon only wants to take the cure with Elena because he doesn’t want her to go back to Stefan, or to leave his side to be happy her own. Once again this is about what HE wants, and not about what Elena wants. Damon never wanted to be human again, he doesn’t want any kids or to get married because in S4 when Elena asked him to take the cure with her what did he say? “That’s Stefan Elena, not me”, the only reason he wants it now is to keep Elena under his control. Its never been about her happiness, its about Damon and that’s why their such a toxic couple. They’re so codependent on each other, and selfish as a whole that they don’t work. They’re not romantic, they’re not epic, they’re just sad and if this is suppose to be representation on how a relationship should be its a very poor one. 

Elena’s self worth is dependent on Damon’s happiness, and if girls who watch this show think that’s how a man is suppose to treat you then that’s very unfortunate. He doesn’t care about her, he doesn’t care he stole Elena from his little brother, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself and he’s not going to change. He’s an asshole, plain and simple no one else to blame.

I know this was long as hell but i had to get my point across, i guess i’ll see y’all next week!!!!

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Before You Let Me Throw This All Away by hardbackheart 

(5,437 I Teen I Complete)

Derek just wanted Laura to leave him alone about dating. Not come to California to meet his fake boyfriend. So Derek goes to the one person he knows he can count on: Stiles.


Stiles and Derek pretend to be a couple and somewhere along the way they realize they actually should be a couple.

Into You by Anonymous     

(6,745 I General I Complete)

In a world full of werewolves, werewolf and human romantic relationships are frowned upon. Stiles doesn’t give a damn what people think, and Derek, an unmated alpha, just wants people to stop trying to court him.

Inspired by Ariana Grande’s Into You

Every Morning by Emela 

(10,943 I Explicit I Complete)

 Derek never asked for a research assistant. The ad supposedly placed by him for one is a practical joke of Laura’s when he is writing his first novel.

 'Erotic writer needs assistant to research sex blogs, watch porn (because there is only so much masturbation a guy can do every day) and interview people willing to discuss what turns them on.’

 He is going to kill her. He really, truly plans on killing her. First of all, he isn’t going to pay someone to do what he can do himself for free. Secondly, he isn’t going to pay someone to masturbate to porn in his own home, and third-

Third is lost when Stiles Stilinski shows up at his door.


The one where Stiles needs a fake boyfriend to take to his high-school reunion and Derek…is so screwed.

Stop By and Have Some Pie by gabby227 

(11,183 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek was done dating.  After several bad relationships, he adamantly told his family that he was not interested in dating anymore, and besides that, he hasn’t even met anyone that has caught his eye, thank you very much.

And then he meets Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup 

(14,430 I General I Complete)

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Last Night’s Dress (Tiptoe Out Of This Mess) by hito *my fav!!!

(16,730 I Mature I Complete)

Written for a prompt on the kinkmeme.

TFLN: My dad just asked me if my booty call guy that comes over at 3am and leaves at 6 would like to stay for Sunday brunch next week. You in? 

There Will Be Love by Sarcastictilltheend

(22,874 I Not Rated I Complete)

Stiles and Derek hate each other, but when a stupid game gets them together, it seems as if they can’t control themselves.
A One Night Stand turns into something more and soon they find themselves pretending to be together.
What happens when feelings gets involved, and a lot of misunderstandings take place?
With a bit of help from their friends, will they eventually find their way?

- You drive me insane. That’s why I think I love you-

Do Me The Honor (Of This Favor) by Peasantaries 

(31,221 I Explicit I Complete)

Based on the 2009 movie, “The Proposal.”

Derek is a hotshot businessman, Stiles is his cranky assistant, complications arise, and they fall in love. Mostly all in that order.

 "We are, getting married.“
All three men at the desk blink.
Stiles frowns, “Who’s getting - ”
“Me and Stiles are getting married.” He says forcefully.

In a Straight Line Down by standinginanicedress 

(40,315 I Teen I Complete)

“So you want to go to Prom with me just so you can get a plastic crown and a fifty dollar gift card to Outback Steakhouse.”

Stiles sets his jaw. He wants to go to prom with Derek because he wants to go to prom with Derek. But, of course, he’s stubborn and prideful and can’t admit to Derek how it’s barely been twelve hours since they officially broke up and he’s already barely handling it as it is, so he just raises his chin in the air and says, “yes.”

(I Ain’t Scared Of The Fall) I’ve Felt The Ground Before by planiforidjit 

(41,055 I Explicit I Complete)

“You know what the solution is,” she says.

“What’s the solution?”

“You get a mate.”

“Thank you for that, Laura. I’ll file it away with the other idiotic ideas I’ve already tried.”

Derek is sick of being treated like he’s property and he’s sick of his family pressuring him to find a mate. So the obvious solution is to fake a relationship with Stiles Stilinski, the annoying lacrosse player and alpha that Derek may or may not be pining over anyway.

Well it Goes Like This by maybehonestly 

(41,112 I Mature I Complete)

Somehow Derek and Stiles have ended up close enough that Laura is able to stand between them and clap a hand each of their shoulders.

“Look happy, boys. Don’t you know you’re in love?” Laura teases.

Stiles rips himself away and is out of the room before Derek can even wrap his head around any of this.

Or: the one where Derek is a prince and Stiles is the one night stand who he has to pretend to date.

‘Till You Make It by standinginanicedress 

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“I’m saying – let’s fake it.”

Derek blinks at him. Hard. Stiles never knew that someone could physically make a blink look hard, but there Derek goes, slamming his lids together like he’s fucking exercising them. “Fake it.”

“Pretend, dumbass,” he backhands Derek lightly on his upper arm. “Pretend like we’re doing as well as our parents want us to and then they’ll be off our backs, right?”

“We don’t have to pretend anything, Stiles,” Derek says evenly, in a tone that suggests he’d much rather be yelling. “We’re literally soulmates.”

“That’s the beauty of it! It’s going to be so fucking easy. I can’t believe we never thought of this before,” he runs his hands through his hair and shakes his head in amazement, grinning from ear to ear. “Holy shit. I can’t believe I just solved all our problems for us, man.”

Heartbreak is the National Anthem!  by standinginanicedress 

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This could turn out even worse than either of them could ever imagine, but at this point, every thing is a game to Stiles. He’s learned how to play his cards exactly right and get what he wants out of every single situation, maybe not always in his best interest, but scamming alphas out of their money and time is fun.

He scratches at the back of his head, takes a second to adjust his shirt, moving away from the railing he’d been leaning up against, and gives Derek a firm glare. Pointing one finger directly into his face and trying to fight off the smirk, he says, “just don’t go falling in love with me while you’re at it.”

Derek sneers. “I’ll pray for the strength to not succumb to your wiles.”

“Oh, that’s what they all say.“

I Breathe Disaster by TamzStripped 

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"No. I’m not doing it. You can’t make me, Scott.”

“Don’t be such a wuss. You don’t want to die, do you? This is the only way to keep you safe from the Alpha pack.”

“Why not Danny? He’s actually gay, kind of adorable, and doesn’t look at me like he wants to shut me up…with his teeth.” Stiles threw his arms out in front of him, Scott shook his head for the thousandth time. “Why not?”


How Stiles went from hating Derek, to wanting to cuddle him, to hating him again, to kissing his boo-boo’s, to waxing poetic, then finally laying his life on the line to save him. Funny how things turn out.

Only Fools Do What I Do by CharWright5 

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It had seemed like a simple plan, a way for everyone to get what they want: pretend to be Bond-Mates so Derek could get the teaching job he wanted, while Stiles didn’t have to face living with a total stranger at college and have it be known that he was suffering from night-terrors. Only things weren’t that simple. Because they were Mates, a fact Derek was hiding due to Stiles’ determination not to have one and his need for independence, as well as his Alpha-aimed anger at his lack of freedom. But the longer they live together, the more Derek finds himself falling for the Omega, and the harder it is for the Alpha to resist the alluring scent of his Mate.

writing while sad

I am a major fan of your writing, I wanted to say that your books have helped me a lot. I have been avidly reading them and they have helped with some things going on in my life. I have Fibromyalgia, High Functioning Autism, Bipolar and anxiety. I go to college but had to drop out of this term because it was way too hard for me to handle but I plan on returning next term to continue my degree to become a special ed teacher. Your books have been helping me get through the worst of the pain and the depression I have been having. I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia about a month ago and ever since then things have gotten hard for me. So, when I feel alone I go to your books. They help me stay away from the worst of my depression. For some reason, Jace’s quirkyness and his funny disposition and attitude get me out of that funk. Thank you so much for giving us this awesome book series because it’s been a blessing in these hard times.
Also, I am a writer as well and I keep starting to write a book then I just stop and go to another, never finishing it. Do you have advise for someone like me? Like, for writing?

I just wanted to thank you Cassandra Clare. I’ve been suffering depression for nearly two years. Not that long, but painful for me. I have experienced alienation, loneliness and self-harm.
But when I read the Mortal Instruments, I feel like I’m part of the story and that I’m not alone. I have suddenly felt a part of something. I’ve stopped self-harming. Now, I feel like I’m getting better. I may still be depressed, and I may suffer this for the rest of my life I fear, but whenever I have felt at my worst, I read the Mortal Instruments. It has saved my life in ways you cannot imagine.
I no longer feel like I’m alone. I no longer feel ugly. I feel part of something much bigger than myself.
So, I want to thank you for saving my life. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic but I owe you so much. If you could find time to possibly message me back and give me advice on writing, I would be even more in your debt.

One year ago my house was destroyed. I lived in a hotel for about two months. During those two months I was bullied. I was stressed, depressed, and even questioned myself why I put up with people constantly kicking me while I was down. When I read the first page of The City Of Bones I was so intrigued. It was like you pulled me in closer and closer I finished all the books in the second week of September. I fell in love with the characters especially Jace and Clary. The characters in the book have showed me too fight for what i want and never give up, and braveness is key. I'am currently reading Clockwork Angel which by the way is drawing me in more and more. I want to thank you for writing these books because they really have changed my outlook on life and books. The only thing I ask is that you please, please give me writing advice as you can see I’m not the best writer but one day i hope to be an author like you.

I’m writing you from Italy, so sorry if my english isn’t great.
You can think that I’m a happy teenager with a perfect life, who loves your books. But of all this, just one thing is true ; that I love your books.
I’m not a happy teenager, I’m self-defeating and tried suicide. I hoped to die , but I am again here, alive.
I thank you so much, because your books distracted me from the blade , and the desire of my blood flow from my wounds.
You are a very good writer, you wrote a perfect urban fantasy, not based only on vampires and werewolves. And your story has a plot! After i failed my suicide attempt, I thought that the only way to escape from the idea of doing it again was to follow my dream of writing a fantasy book. But I am stopped sometimes by sadness. Can you give some advice, to write this story and realize my dream?

After struggling through years of bleakness and depression, I found your books and they helped me incredibly, especially Clary and Jace. (If you want to write more about them there’d be a lot of excited people. No pressure.) How much they changed, how much they loved each other. How Clary was a real person with flaws and I was reminded that even flawed and imperfect people can save the world. And she was a girl. It broke my heart and put it back together. It made me want to write fantasy books of my own, but that’s where I have a problem. I don’t know if you’ve experienced depression or sadness but it’s paralyzing. I feel like I can work or write anything because I’m stuck in this quicksand of misery, and the only thing that would come out on the page would be misery, and there would be no joy like the joy I felt when Clary and Jace kissed in the greenhouse (tell me that happens in the TV show? Please?) I want to write about love but I don’t know how when I can’t even love myself. Any advice?

I took the identifying names off these because they’re so personal and about such sensitive material. But I think they speak to the fears of many artists, both those experienced and those just starting out. We write from our own hearts and own emotion — what do we do when those hearts and emotions feel broken? How do we write when we feel crushed by hopelessness, when terrible sadness douses the light of our inspiration?

I’ve been struggling with this a lot lately since I’m writing two books and also feeling overwhelmed by anger, sadness, despair and disappointment. Sometimes it feels so bleak and overwhelming that I am filled with fear, because I feel disconnected from my ability to write about people who are happy when I am not, and because it puts me in a position where sometimes I hate my own characters (mostly not the ones I’m writing about, but it’s still a frightening space to be in when I know I have to love them all, even the villains.)

I suppose for me the advantage is that I’ve been here before in the past. I had probably a year of depression around when City of Bones came out, and I had to write City of Ashes and City of Glass. 

What I found was that it didn’t help me to sit down and think “I need to write even though I am miserable. I will force myself.” What did help me was to sit down and think “I am miserable. How do I sort through that misery using my writing as a tool?” 

Someone once said, “Sure, writing is easy: you just sit at a typewriter and open your veins.” Which makes it sound horrifically painful. But if you think of it as opening yourself up to let the toxins out, it can help. You write your grief and anger and fear and loss and disappointment. You use those emotions in yourself, which are so strong they feel controlling, to fuel your writing. 

We make art out of our influences, but also out of what we’re feeling. For me it’s helped to not think of those emotions as ugly. They’re human. I give those conflicts, despairs, griefs, and disappointments to characters, and through the characters I’m able to disperse some of that weight from myself. Jem hitting Will in the face is my anger, Alec’s frustration with Magnus my frustration, Isabelle’s grief over Max my grief, Tessa’s pain my pain. 

Try to switch off the part of your brain that says you should be ashamed for being unhappy. Sadness isn’t weakness, or petulance. Grief can have immense power. Try to think of yourself as full of that power. You have the capacity to feel strongly. Many people don’t. Think this is a source of my strength and power. Think I will put my feelings of sadness and despair into words and I will have created art. 

In no way am I saying I know how to solve depression. I wish I did. But that is a different issue. I am only speaking to the issue of what it means to be an artist while you’re unhappy, and how not to keep that unhappiness from preventing you from writing. I can only promise it’s something I struggle with too, but in the past I’ve managed to make it not just empower me, but also produce some of the work I’m most proud of, like the epilogue of Clockwork Princess. Try to think I am in the dark now, but I will use this power I have, to dream up new worlds and new people, to create a light so bright that not only can I see by it, but other people can, too

And the best of luck and good wishes to you all. I look forward to reading your words. :)