1-As long as I can remember I always knew I was a girl. I was just very feminine, not because I tried to be, but because it was just natural. I remember when I was in elementary school everything was separated by girl and boy, it was confusing for me because I was a boy physically, but was a girl with my heart, mind and soul. It was not until I was in the 6th grade that I came across the term transgender and when I did so many questions I had started to be answered. I finally felt like I knew who I am. I knew I could trust it because it made me feel complete, that confused feeling was no longer there, but it was still a secret.
2. It was not until I was in the 10th grade that I came out as transgender. I was really difficult because I was so used to hiding myself, but when my friends gave me the courage I needed I was unstoppable. I was finally being myself. I was wearing make-up and the clothes I wanted to wear. I truly believe I was a happier person once I came out. I started to regain that light I lost as kid. I wanted to spread my pretty colors everywhere! I had to show everyone that I had found my place in this world and that is anywhere I choose to be.
4. It is really different living as myself. I never thought that this would be happening. Before I felt like I was always trying to squeeze into jeans that were 6 sizes too small, but now it feels like am in jeans that were made just for me. I don’t feel uncomfortable. I am not always sad or overly upset. I am free. I now feel like I have a purpose. I no longer wake up hating myself or this world that does not understand me. I wake up with a smile, not because my life is so great, but because I love who I am. We will not hide anymore!
5. Have people you know been supportive?
Yes, I have a really great support system. My friends and family loves me for me and I am so grateful, but I mean not everyone I have told supports me. It is something that comes with being transgender. People come and go in life and it hurts, however life goes on. I was told by my aunt that I am not in charge of anyone’s happiness, but my own. I strongly agree! If you support me I have room your opinions and ideas, but if you don’t you should have nothing to say about what I am or what I do in my life.
To everyone who asks why there isn’t a straight pride
Pride wasn’t born because of a need for validation or celebration, it was not born for simple reasons. It was not born for the simple idea of being proud, the lgbt+/saga community is not saying ‘straight people cannot be proud of who they are’. No, you should be proud of your sexuality and every other part of who you are. But you should also know that you do not need a parade, because by being straight you automatically get a pass saying ‘congratulations you have always, and remain completely accepted by society regarding your sexuality’. And you get multiple other passes that I won’t go on about now, but all these benefits of being 100% accepted: you have them. Why does this mean you don’t need a straight pride?
Because pride was born of a fight for acceptance and respect, and all the things you have had handed directly to you and take for granted. Pride for the lgbt+/saga community is about being proud of who we are after being continually told we shouldn’t be and that we should hide who we are. Being proud of who we are after everyone told us not to be, our own families, friends, society, even ourselves. It’s about finally winning a battle and saying ‘you know what, I deserve to love myself, I deserve to be proud. Fuck what anyone thinks.’ Pride is about being told you shouldn’t exist or don’t exist and shouting out that you do and you’re proud of that. That you are happy to be completely yourself.
It’s about acknowledging a history of violence and hatred towards people like you, and showing them how far they have gotten the world, how far everyone has come thanks to their fight. Showing that you are still fighting. It’s about a community all bonded by this one thing: a need to be accepted and respected and a need to love- no matter what gender. It’s about a community who all had to learn to love themselves and each other, because they are worth it. And who had to fight for their place in this world.
So, pride isn’t about showing off or saying ‘we are better than you’. It’s about all of this, it’s about, after all we have been through saying ‘I’m proud of who I am and I’m happy to be alive’. And yes of course you can join in on this, of course you can be proud. But do it alongside us, do it with respect towards our past and what we are still fighting for. Be someone who fights with us so one day lgbt+/saga kids won’t even know how it feels for a world to not want them to merely exist. So that all those benefits will be extended to everyone and pride can finally be a ‘we made it’ celebration. So don’t be ignorant and laugh off everything we stand for, don’t diminish all our hard work in one simple sentence. And be glad that you don’t need a straight pride.
it’s strange because the first half of season 4 had A LOT of parallels of season 3 but now this second half?
The more I think about it, the more it parallels season 1, so here we go.
Just like Eva Sana is feeling alone and out of touch with the people she loves the most. She doesn’t know how to fix the rift…so she doesn’t, but still she wants to so bad. she misses them and watching them from afar because she no longer can belong with them…is tearing her apart. Just like Eva in season 1.
Social media rubbing their new friends in their faces
we then get a true sense of the isolation between the two when they both sit at home alone and watch their friends…literally replace them. That’s what it feels like for both Eva and Sana. and after they both see these social media posts and drives them to get up and do something about it. “don’t let yourself be a victim” as doctor phil says to Eva and “don’t live in fear” as Nas tells Sana…it’s too similar and I love it
Not only are they both sitting on the same bench, with the same person, on THE SAME SIDE, but it is insane that Isak has served as a focal point in both of their painful dramas of secrets. in Eva’s season Isak revealed her lies to Iben, in Sana’s….Isak still revealed Sara’s lies by Sana getting access of them from Isak’s account. so essentially the truth came out and disaster happened because of Isak in both seasons…w i l d
Trying to muster up the courage to make things better
I talked about this shot earlier today but oh my god I can’t believe how similar they are. The only difference is the change in time and the main character. This shows how 3 seasons later we are still in the same place. but this time with Sana. How we all feel isolation, misunderstanding and shame and how it never goes away. It is forever and it comes with being human. no matter who you are we all feel this pain, fear, and sadness. Both Eva and Sana felt like outsiders in their school.
Confiding in someone about their mistake right before it hits them in the face
Just like Eva, Sana could not hold it in anymore and chose to confide in someone about the saranors2 account. Just like Isak (but with purer intentions) Chris advised Sana to not tell. I actually find this parallel really cool because in season 1 Eva was scared of losing Jonas and Jonas not forgiving her but in this scene Sana is actually afraid of Eva never forgiving her. It is like we have gone full circle in skam world. Eva has gone from the girl begging for forgiveness from her mistakes to…being the one who needs to do the forgiving… hmm
wow, so we have literally gone from season 1 where Eva is calling Isak after the reveal and getting voicemail, to Sana calling EVA after the reveal and getting voicemail. I think this was very intentional.
Eva and Sana both get told that the people they love are incredibly heartbroken with them right now in a very similar way. Both with other people involved (Isak and Chris) and both with a phone…and then they break knowing that forgiveness is not going to be easy and they are both alone. They both fucked up and now they are alone and it is heartbreaking.
what does this s1 parallel mean?
Season 1 was the beginning, Season 4 is the end. The parallels are evident and I think it is because Julie wants to remind us why she made skam. Reminding us what it’s really about. I know with the girl squads current behaviour it doesn’t make sense just yet, but it will. and I wonder if this is also reflecting on Eva’s character now? She has gone from the character who we are crying with and hoping to god she can make friends and be happy to….being the girl we are screaming at to listen to Sana and FORGIVE HER.
which is amazing because Julie is doing what skam has always meant to do.
she is showing us every single side, corner, and edge of every character on this show. By doing this to Eva though is even more powerful because she was our first main. she is our firstborn who’s pov we all witnessed and now Julie is showing how we all make mistakes, we all get mad, we all are the person who needs to forgive, or the person who needs to talk. and each of these characters have had a turn to be each other if you think about it.
Because now it’s Eva’s turn to be season 1 Ingrid…who needs to stop, and listen to what Sana has to say as they cry and forgive each other <3
(A/N): lmao this isn’t Marvel. Nope it is not because I do and can write other things. Kind of. Hey, this might end well because I used to learn German but do not expect much.
Oh, you write for dear Jackaboy? Would you mind writing something in which Reader is the most subscribed German Youtuber (like Jack is the most subscribed Irish one) and his girlfriend and they play something together with Mark and Pewds (preferably Prop Hunt) and every time she dies, she cusses the boys out in German? Calling them things like Pissnelke (Piss Carnation) and Arschgesicht (Ass Face). Yes, those are real German insults. Thanks in advance!
Warnings: Boi there will be multi bilingual swearing up in here
“Hallo!” (Y/n) greeted eagerly, gesturing toward her set up camera “I am here, again. Back with my lovely friend Felix. And two other idiots, I don’t know, they kind of just joined…” she mumbled the last part into her microphone and snickered to herself.
“Ouch,” Mark cried and Jack laughed “You could at least introduce me as your boyfriend…” Mark faked wiping a tear to his own camera; a big grin upon his face already.
“Oi!” Jack called “That’s my line you twit.”
“Alright, alright, no fights guys,” Felix mocked, giving his own shit eating grin to his setup camera “I am the favourite so I make the rules.”
“God has spoken.” (Y/n) added. Currently starring at the loading screen of Prop Hunt, she were surprised as to how much already happened without the game even being loaded yet.
“Lmao, you guys are fucked.” she said cockily, glancing into her camera, once the game finally loaded.
“MISS (YOUTUBE NAME), THE ONE AND OnLY!” Felix called into his mic, exactly after your statement. “THE MOsT SUBSCRIBED GERMAN YOUTUBER.. even though she doesn’t have an accent, like what, totally fake fan… IS ABOUT TO GET. HER ASS HANDED TO HER. ON A SILVER PLATTER.”
She couldn’t help but shake her head and chuckle quaintly, as Mark bellowed with laughter and was quick to agree.
“Don’t be touching her ass, mate,” Jack warned “I know where you live.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING?!” (Y/n) yelled as she died quickly. “Who just goes around and shoots every fucking mug??!”
“Uh ha, this guy.” Mark stated smugly “Now where, oh where, is your leprechaun boyfriend?”
She twisted her face “Mark, I want you to know that you are a huge arschgesicht, and we are no longer friends”
“A what?” He asked and looked directly into his camera.
Felix couldn’t help but spit before chuckling soundly, shaking his character’s gun a bit and looking at his camera as he laughed.
“Whaaat? What does that mean?” Mark whined and turned back to his game.
❆ ❆ ❆
“Honey, I’m sorry it has to be this way.” Jack said, hurt lacing his voice but masked by a grin beginning to form on his bearded face.
“No you’re not! Let me live, holy shit.”
Her lamp couldn’t seem to move fast enough as she shifted her way through furniture and debris; away from Jack’s hunter.
“I love you!” she called
“Love ya’ too!” Jack said back and blew a kiss at his camera.
“Oh you fucking lustmolch…” (Y/n) finally insulted once she got shot. She pouted into her camera.
“Fookin’ what?” Jack repeated, laughing unsurely.
“Fucking slut you are Jack.” Felix breathed out after laughing again. He glanced at his camera and winked “Ah, (Y/n), if you were here, I’d give you a highfive.” and he chuckled some more.
❆ ❆ ❆
“So all I learned from today was that both Mark and my own boyfriend are both asshats,” (Y/n) started “and that Feli’ is my only true friend.”
Felix’s character was sat on top of (Y/n)’s chair in the middle of the kitchen.
“That’s right.” Felix smiled and shot at her character until she died. “Love ya’.”
“You goddamn pissnelke!” (Y/n) laughed and the round ended.
“HeY!” Felix began to laugh as well, with Mark and Jack joining in. “Watch your fuckin’ mouth!”
❆ ❆ ❆
“Okay my friend’s, that was Prop Hunt with the Holy Threesome.” (Y/n) smiled at her camera.
“Hey!” Jack and Mark said in unison, over top of Felix saying ‘kinky’.
“You learned that Mark and Jack are untrustable bastards and Felix can speak German!” she snickered.
“Ja.” the swede agreed heartily.
“So until next time; click this,” she gestured to the air on her right “to see my previous video. And any of these links to check out Mark’s, Jack’s or Felix’s channels.” she gestured to her left “Have a lovely evening!” she said finally.
“Bye!”your three friends said as well, in mock of a German accent.
“Oh my g–”
_____ (A/N): So there’s that. I really actually liked the request and so I hope this story maybe did it justice. Thank you for reading!
A/N: so this isn’t
based off of any request, I was just inspired to write this fic. hope you
“It’ll be like old times,” Betty said,
hopeful eyes staring at Archie.
“The three musketeers,” he laughed. Betty bit her lip, her smile slightly fading.
“Actually, Archie,” she corrected,
“there were four of us.”
“(Y/N)!” a newly-turned six year old Archie exclaimed. "I didn’t think you were gonna come!“
"Of course I came!” (Y/N) giggled, stepping into the Andrews
house. "You’re my best friend.“
Archie pulled (Y/N) into a hug.
"You’re my best friend too, (Y/N),” he grinned.
“Yeah, four of us,” Archie muttered,
turning away from Betty. She frowned, realizing she reopened that wound too
“I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t mean-”
“It’s fine, Betty,” Archie grimaced.
“No, I shouldn’t have brought it up,”
“But there were four of us,” Archie
admitted. "I guess I was just
trying to forget the fourth.“
"Why do we only come here when they play this movie?” ten year
old (Y/N) questioned, gesturing towards the movie playing on the Twilight
Drive-In screen. Archie shrugged,
wrapping his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders.
“Because it’s my favorite,” he replied. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“Don’t you want to watch something else for a change?” she asked,
looking up at him with a smile. "You
know, discover something new?“
"No,” Archie refused her suggestion, immaturely shaking his
head. "I like things just the way
Archie couldn’t get (Y/N) out of his head for the
rest of the day. Throughout school, and
after school during the preparations for Jughead’s party, Archie’s mind kept
going back to (Y/N). For two years, he
had blocked out all memories of her. Now,
she was pictured clear in his mind. Her
memory was haunting him, and Archie could do nothing but push through the day
as if nothing was wrong.
"Archie,” (Y/N) whimpered, standing on his front porch. He ran out towards her and enveloped her in a
hug as soon as he reached her.
“What?” he asked, burying his face into her hair. "What’s wrong?“ (Y/N) gripped onto his t-shirt, her hands
desperately holding onto her best friend.
"I’m moving,” she sobbed. "I’m moving next month.“ Archie’s arms dropped, and he took a step back.
"Moving?” he echoed. "But
what about 8th grade?“ (Y/N)
helplessly shrugged, tears continuing to roll down her cheeks. "It’s our last year before high school.
We were gonna…” The rest of
Archie’s sentence was stuck in his throat.
“I know,” she cried. "I
know, Archie. You think I wanted this?“ He frantically shook his head.
"No, no, of course not.”
“We’re leaving in July,” she explained. "I tried to convince my parents not to
move, or at least to leave me behind.“
"You could stay with us,” Archie offered. A bittersweet smile creeped onto (Y/N)’s lips.
“I know,” she said. “I told them that.”
“Jesus, (Y/N),” Archie mumbled as he stumbled into
his bedroom, ignoring the party going on downstairs. "(Y/N).“ He repeated her name over and over again,
reminiscing on the way her name felt on his tongue. All the memories that he had hidden away from
himself came tumbling back, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotions that
he had forgotten how they felt. He
frustratedly tugged at his hair, struggling to cope with his feelings. Her sparkling eyes and joyous laugh were still
engraved in the back of his mind. How
could he ever forget? "God, (Y/N),
I’m so sorry.” He continued to
drunkenly pace around his room, head spinning with memories of (Y/N). Every moment they shared, every hug they had,
every chance he missed to tell her he loved her. He missed every single opportunity he had to
tell her. "I should’ve told
her,“ he moaned. An idea lit up in
Archie’s mind, so he began to search his room. He tossed clothes and blankets aside until he
found his phone laying on his nightstand. He picked it up and immediately dialed (Y/N)’s
number by memory.
"I’m sorry, this number no longer
exists,” the monotonous robot answered his call. Archie screamed out in frustration, throwing
his phone across his room against the wall.
“I want to talk to her!” he screamed,
punching his bed. "I need her!“
"Archie?” Veronica called out as she cautiously
his room. He paused his rampage as he
turned to face the raven-haired girl.
“What?” he snapped.
“You’re making a lot of noise,” Veronica
ignored the bite in his voice. "I
wanted to make sure you’re okay.“
"I’m not…” he clutched his head,
sitting down on his bed, “I’m not okay. She’s gone.”
“Who?” Veronica questioned, sitting
next to Archie.
“(Y/N),” he moaned. "(Y/N)’s gone.“
"Who’s that?” Veronica asked. Archie glared at her and stood up, stepping
away from her.
“I loved her,” he whispered, flopping
back onto his bed. Veronica frowned. "God, I should’ve left Riverdale when my
"But then we would’ve never met,”
Veronica quipped. "And that,
Archiekins, would be a tragedy of epic proportions.“ She glanced at his lips, then back up to his
eyes. Leaning in, she connected her lips
with his. It only lasted a moment before
Archie pulled away.
"No, Veronica,” he stopped her. "I’m sorry, but… you’re not her.“
"I’m sorry,” she apologized. "That was stupid and selfish of me, I
"It’s fine,” Archie interrupted her. "It’s not your fault, I just… the wound
is still kinda fresh, you know?“ Veronica
"She sounds lovely,” she offered. "Can you tell me about her?“ Archie inhaled deeply.
"We were best friends,” he started, and
a smile already grew on his face. "Our
parents were good friends, so we knew each other since birth. We were two peas in a pod. Then we met Jughead and Betty, and we became
the four musketeers. We’d do everything
together. But (Y/N) and I were still the
"When did you fall in love with her?”
“I think I always was,” Archie answered
truthfully. Veronica sighed; she knew there
was no competing with even the memory of (Y/N). "But I don’t think I realized it until I
"Did you know some people have already had their first kiss?”
(Y/N) asked Archie as she sat on a swing.
“Like who?” he questioned. They were eleven.
“I heard Cheryl kissed someone,” (Y/N) shrugged. "I don’t know who though.“
"She could be lying,” Archie said.
“Josie, too,” (Y/N) interjected.
“Maybe they kissed each other,” Archie laughed, and (Y/N)
giggled with him. Once their laughs died
down, they swung in silence.
“Who do you want to be your first kiss?” (Y/N) broke the
“I don’t know,” Archie shrugged. "What about you?“
"There’s not really anyone I want to kiss,” she answered. "The only good guys in Riverdale are you
"Would you kiss Jughead?”
“Ew, no!” she squealed. "Jughead is like my brother!“
"Am I a brother to you?” Archie asked. (Y/N) grew quiet and shrugged.
“You’re my best friend, Arch,” she responded.
“So does that mean you would kiss me?” he smirked. (Y/N) blushed.
“Would you kiss me?” she countered, causing Archie to blush. They both grew quiet, each embarrassed by the
thought of kissing each other.
“I’d want you to be my first kiss,” he said. (Y/N)’s head snapped up to look at Archie.
“Really?” she asked. He
nodded. "I want you to be my first
"What if…” Archie nervously stuttered, “What if we did
it now? Like, kiss each other. Just so that we’re definitely each other’s
first kiss.” (Y/N) pretended to
contemplate it for a moment, but she already knew her answer.
“Sure,” she agreed nonchalantly. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest. Archie jumped off of the swing and stepped
towards (Y/N). Both of their eyes
fluttered closed, and they pressed their lips against each other’s. They pulled apart a second after, a blush
spreading across both of their cheeks. Archie hopped back onto the swing next to (Y/N). Neither of them spoke about the kiss.
“Do you think she knew?” Veronica
asked. Archie raised a puzzled eyebrow. "Do you think she knew that you loved her?“
she elaborated. Archie shrugged.
"Maybe,” he responded. "I hope so. I never told her, though. God, I should’ve told her.“
"Hey,” Veronica reached a comforting
hand out towards Archie. "Don’t
beat yourself up over it. From what you
told me, it sounds like she knew.“
"You think so?”
“I do,” Veronica nodded. "And from what I can tell, I think she
loved you too.“
How about a Whacky Bucky x F!Reader chatroom? Bucky and Y/N have been
secretly dating from the team, but when they try setting up Y/N with
someone, will Bucky explode or keep it cool? Then when the couple spills
the beans Tony and Clint get protectiv
Bucky has created a chatroom: stevie i know u want to join but don’t. we are already in another chat there is no need for u to join this one too k thank
Bucky has added Y/N.
You: Are you even trying, Barnes?
Bucky: What? He won’t join.
You: He is most definitely going to join.
Bucky: No, he won’t. Trust me, love.
You: Yes, he will. If he wasn’t already suspicious he is now.
Bucky: Don’t worry, I have him distracted with cute puppy pictures in our other chat.
You: I want to be apart of that chat.
Bucky: So, I was thinking, dinner at your place, or mine? Or do you want to go out?
You: Out. I do
not want to explain to Nat why you were hiding in my bathroom again, or
have to hide every time Steve randomly shows up at your place.
Steve has joined the chat.
Y/N has cleared the chat.
Bucky has cleared the chat.
Steve: Why did you clear the chat? I don’t mind, really. You don’t have to hide. It’s okay. Just tell me the truth.
You: Really, Steve? You mean that?
Steve: Yeah. It
does hurt, though. Finding out your friends are making plans BEHIND YOUR
BACK BECAUSE THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO JOIN THEM YOU SNAKES
Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x Reader/Theo Raeken x OFC
Warnings: Making Out, A Smug Stiles Stilinski Talking About Sex, Swearing, Physical and Verbal Violence, Abusive Relationship, AND REALLY FUCKING ADORABLE STILES STILINSKI SERIOUSLY HE IS SUCH A CUTIE YOU’LL FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN.
A/N: Thank you so much for loving part one y’all. Here’s part two that also ends with another cliffhanger because I’m addicted to making you guys go crazy lol
“Oh, shit.” Stiles gasped, letting go of me as I stood on my own.
The room remained full of life and color even though he was no longer touching me. My skin, however, felt lost without Stiles. His touch left a lingering burn in my body and I was already craving it again. I longed for someone I just met and, for some reason, it felt right.
“W-We’re-” I stuttered, my mind completely overwhelmed with what we just discovered.
“Soulmates.” He finished my sentence, his warm colored eyes piercing into mine.
Stiles Stilinski, the boy my boyfriend secretly despises, is my soulmate. It’s funny just how sadistic the universe really is.
Alright, so,, we all know that there are a few plot holes and a lot of unanswered questions when it comes to the Alteans and the Galra. Like:
If Alteans are such a peaceful species, what requires them to have training droids who are not only set for Altean child combatants, but whose child setting is enough to take down 5 garrison-experienced humans in less than a minute flat?
Why build Voltron, the most powerful weapon in the universe, in the first place, especially if during the time of its construction, the Galra and the Alteans were at peace?
How did the war even start? It’s not like the Galra and the Alteans had a distant kind of peace–they worked together to defend the universe. Where did that go?
How deep does the connection with the Galra even run? We know that they were close enough to create Voltron together, and that its creation wasn’t a secret kept between just Zarkon and Alfor. Allura even refers to a time when she traveled through Galran transportation hubs. Just how far back do they go?
Well I think I picked up on something within the new info given to us in season 2, and my thought process while answering all these questions relies strongly on this speculation. So sit back folks because this is gonna be a Lot.
They key to all of this is that I believe that in season 2, during Shiro’s escapades in the Black Lion, the destroyed planet we see is none other than Altea itself.
what do u think would happen if jeremy walked into the bathroom while michael was crying (like during the party)
OK SO i asked em ( aka @gayradwhitedad ) to help me with this ask and they came up with some really good headcanons ( like wtf they’re the best ) and i drew some of them so!!! the drawings are here and the headcanons are under the cut ( PLEASE READ THE WHOLE THING, IT’S SO GOOD )
Did Cooper mess up the timeline? Do people know who he is? When “Carrie Page” screamed did everything switch back? What year is it? Where is Audrey? What was with the flashbacks w Josie, Pete, & Catherine? If Laura’s body disppeared does that mean she’s alive? Does Cooper even exist in Twin Peaks if Laura never died? Do the last 25 years not matter anymore? What happened to Sara Palmer after she shattered Laura’s picture? Who’s Richard/Linda? Why did we have to watch Cooper/Diane have sex? How many Coopers are there now? Why couldn’t the season end w everything being resolved and have the gang at the R&R having some cherry pie and yucking it up? Will there be a new season of Twin Peaks? Will David Lynch ever love us?
Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.
Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.
He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.
“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”
Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”
Scenario: Eight times Min Yoongi tells you he loves you Genre: Fluff and implied sexual activities Word Count: 5,154 Author’s Note: Inspired by R. McKinley’s “8 Ways To Say I Love You”
i. when he gets a little too drunk and calls you
The first time he lets those three damn little words escape his mouth, he had been drunk—swimming in the courage that could only be ignited by alcohol. The alcohol had been brought forth by Taehyung as a celebratory congratulations for another successful comeback. The guys had all figured what the hell, they deserved this break, even if the freedom that comes with downing shots only lasts so long, everyone jumped at the chance to let loose for a little while. At least, until the sun rises with the promise of a new day.
Yoongi loses count after his fifth shot, the night slowly blending into shared laughter, jokes, crude memories, and conversations about the short existence of human life. Jimin and Jungkook had drunk lots more than Yoongi—and Yoongi had downed a lot—and the pair of younger boys appear to be having a private conversation of their own. Hoseok is knocked out on the couch. Yoongi barely hears something about pigeons and black holes, before he dismisses himself out of the living room and into the hallway.
He can hear Taehyung, Seokjin, and Namjoon in another room, laughing over the sound of what could be a video game. Barely paying attention to any of that, Yoongi lazily manages to reach for the phone in his back pocket as he stops in the middle of the hallway to dial the only seven digits he’ll ever bother to memorize.
hi! just finished acomaf and oh Gods my heart is in ruins. could you pls give some book recommendations as I am trying to survive until May.
Oh my god, c’mere–
We have all been there, and know this - it does not get better. I mean. It does. But at the same times, it really doesn’t. Settle in and learn to love to suffer at the hands of our Liege, Sarah J Maas. Welcome into the folds, friend.
OKAY. BOOKS. Now I am going in blind since I don’t know what you like besides SJM so I’m just gonna throw you a mixed bag:
– Tales of The Otori: This is a trilogy of historical fantasy novels set in a world based on feudal Japan. Let me say that one more time. This fantasy world is based on feudal Japan. It is stunning and gorgeous and earth shatteringly tragic (it has it’s problematic areas, but I still love and recommend it). – BRANDON SANDERSON: if you are in any way interested in epic fantasy and high fantasy I recommend any and all books by Sanderson. If you’re used to reading YA I would start with the Mistborn trilogy. But my absolute favourite series of his is the Stormlight Archive. He is the Master, the Sensei, the Jedi, the King of unique worldbuilding and foreshadowing and intricate plots. And the humour in his books are always so god damned on point! He has so many series and books to pick from though, go check him out and see if anything catches your eye! – Graceling: this a lovely little YA fantasy and a very easy and quick read. Could work as a quick palette cleanser if you’re hung up on acomaf (which we all have been lbh). – Six of Crows: YA fantasy, gorgeous characters and AMAZING dialogue. That’s one of my favourite things with Bardugo’s writing. The rythm and pacing in her dialogues are !!!!!!!! And if you’re looking for diversity (skin colour, gender, religion, sexuality, bodies and disability) - this is your book. – Nevernight: I have not yet started this book, but I am SO EXCITED TO. It comes with extremely enthusiastic recommendations from my friends and the fanart I’ve seen looks incredible, and the cover art is *HEARTEYES* too.
Okay so there’s been a lot of bickering within the got7 fandom over what JB said during his celebrity bromance with Youngjae. Firstly, I’m disappointed in JB but I’m more dissapointed in people defending his actions. It wasn’t just one mistranslation, it was literally throughout the entire video. This is gonna be long but I took screenshots and I’m going to break it down for people who still can’t see why what he said was wrong.
But before that I just want to say this does not mean I think we should be sending him hate. In fact, we should be educating him on why what he said isn’t okay and a simple apology isn’t the end of the world. Idols aren’t perfect, they make mistakes and have flaws. JB’s homophobia is one of them. There’s nothing wrong with correcting ignorant behavior, but ignoring it just means it can happen again. Alright, I will now go in depth about the screenshots I took.
Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!
Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!
Title: Brother’s Best Friend
Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.
Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.
“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!”
You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.
“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.
You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.
“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.
So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.
“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.
“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.”
Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”
Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.
Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.
You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.
“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.
You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.
You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”
“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”
A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—
And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.
You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.
“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.
“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.
Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—
“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”
“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.
“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”
“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”
“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”
At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.
“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”
“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.
What the hell just happened?
You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.
You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.
“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”
Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”
“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”
“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.
“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.
“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.
You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”
“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”
You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”
You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”
Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.
You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.
“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”
Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”
“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”
“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”
“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”
“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.
You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”
Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”
You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”
“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.
The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”
You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.
“You want proof?”
“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”
Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”
You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”
Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.
It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.
“They can wait a little bit longer.”
So where does this leave us?
You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?
Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.
Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.
You tell me, princess.
You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.
Don’t do that. You kissed me first.
He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.
You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.
Sounds good to me.
Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.
When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.
Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx
“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.
“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.
So I absolutely love Bughead (who doesn't?) and I need more fanfics. Could you possibly write something where all of their friends don't approve of their relationship because Jughead doesn't seem to care but it slowly grows on them as the relationship goes on?
Thanks so much! I Got you!
Betty and jughead, the oddest pair to walk Riverdale halls since Dilton Doiley had landed that model from Sweden.
Jughead Jones was all types of dark and moody, keeping his head down and a permanent grimace on his usually grumpy face, Betty Cooper on the other hand, was sunshine wrapped up in a pretty blonde bottle, always willing to lend a hand or a smile to absolutely anyone.
So when the pair came out to the school as a couple, the response was not positive. Almost everyone would awkwardly stare at Betty when she clung to jugheads arm chatting his ear off as he nodded absently. and when he showed up at football games, lurking in the corners to watch her cheer they were both on the receiving end of some disapproving stares. The support their relationship received left nothing to be desired.
Veronica lodge was no exception, she had pulled Betty out of her booth at pops shooting Jughead a challenging look, as archie slid in across from him. Dragging Betty to the counter, she placed a comforting hand on her best friends shoulder.
“Betty, we have to talk.”
Raising a brow, Betty quirked an unamused smile
“I kinda caught that when you dragged me away from my boyfriend. What’s up?”
“It’s about Jughead..”
“No.” Betty cut her off
Pleading eyes caught Betty’s
“Betty just listen.”
“No. I’m not doing this with you, you’re my best friend v and I love you, but we are not discussing my relationship, we’ve already done this countless times.” Betty turned to leave by Ronnie grabbed her wrist.
“You deserve someone who cares about you, someone who actually wants to be with you, I love Jughead too Betty, but he isn’t made for relationships. You know that.” Shaking her head, Betty leaned against the counter. While Veronica was grilling the blonde, archie had taken it upon himself to share his opinions with jughead.
“She’s a great girl, betty I mean.” Archie said anxiously
Jugheads face turned to stone
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m dating her.” His tone was even and calculated as he stared the red head in the eyes.
“Is that why?” Archie challenged.
Placing his burger on his plate Jughead leveled Archie
“What’s that supposed to mean ..pal?”
Archie looked serious now, no longer nervous just concerned.
“Look jug, you’re my best friend but so is Betty and people… well people are talking. They’re saying you’re only dating Betty because you feel bad, you don’t really care about her, you just owe her for getting your dad a job.”
Jugheads knuckles turned white as he clutched the table so tight he thought he might splinter the wood.
“Me and Betty don’t pay attention to gossip, we know how we feel and that’s what matters.”
Archie shook his head , unconvinced
“does she?” his eyes moved to the blonde walking over to the table the raven haired girl shaking her head as they reached the two boys.
“Juggie, can you walk me home, I’m not feeling too well.” Betty said quietly. He just nodded, stuffing his text book in his bag and grabbing her water bottle. He placed his hand on the small of her back, gently shoving her to the door.
“I’ll see you guys at school.” She threw over her shoulder.
As soon as they hit the street, Jughead grabbed her backpack out of her hands and thread his fingers through hers. She smiled at him weakly and he returned it giving her fingers a squeeze.
“Are you really feeling sick or just sick of our annoying friends?”
She giggled “a little bit of both, I think I’m just tired is all, Alice cooper has decided her youngest daughter can not get Bs so the studying has been upped quite a bit.” She leaned into his shoulder as they walked.
“Well Jughead jones has decided his girlfriend can get whatever grades she wants as long as she gets the appropriate amount of sleep.” He said raising a brow at her as she twisted to see his face.
Reaching up she pressed her lips to his and they fell into familiar conversation about their plans for this weekend, too soon they arrived at her door and his hands went to her waist, he took a deep breathe ducking his eyes to meet hers
“I love you, you know that right?“he asked seriously
She smiled her heartbreakingly gorgeous smile, eyes lighting up as she placed her hands on his cheeks
"I know. I love you too, so much.”
When they kissed, he felt the same warm, safe essence of home that was purely Betty. He felt her getting more and more passionate and he could the moan that escaped his lips. Sliding his hands lower in her hips he tugged her center to his. Gasping into his mouth as his lips moved to her neck, nipping lightly
“Juggie” she whispered
“Betty.” He returned, panting slightly in her ear
All too soon the familiar porch light turned on and he knew Hal had heard the pair.
“Okay Juliet, time to return to your tower.” He said pecking her lips one more time.
She giggled moving to the door, “I’ll see you tommorow Romeo.” He turned throwing her a wink and a lazy wave. Before she called his name causing him to turn back.
“We’re okay. We always are.” She smiled showing off her pearly whites.
He laughed and returned her smile
“We’re okay. We always are.”
The next day at school, the pair was greeted by the familiar, questioning stares and the faces of their friends.
Cheryl was ranting about the fact that one of the vixens had dyed their hair pink.
“Our uniforms are blue! Blue! No one can pull off pink hair, literally no one.”
“I bet Betty could.” Everyone’s eyes snapped to Jughead who was smiling down at the blushing blonde connected to his arm. Looking up he noticed everyone’s eyes on his and shrugged “s'true”
Who knew Jughead could be cute? Veronica sure didn’t, And by the looks on everyone else’s face they didn’t either.
The cute just kept happening and Veronica and Archie were certainly confused.
At lunch Betty had started coughing, choking on the apple she was eating. Jughead had nearly broken an ankle reaching for the water in his bag, after she had calmed down he was rubbing her back soothingly “no more apples for you” he had said dropping a quick kiss to her lips.
During free period, they had all decided to hang out in the blue and gold office. Leaning back on the couch Veronica close to Archie, Kevin had started laughing.
“I’m guessing this is jugheads station.” The desk was covered in a mess of paperwork and food wrappers but what caught the most attention was the framed picture of Betty and jughead as kids, sitting in a tree house holding hands displayed proudly amongst the mess.
Archie chuckled “is this Betty’s doing?” He gestured towards the photo.
Jughead shook his head
“No I put that there. It’s my desk.”
It went quiet in the tiny office, minus Cheryl’s declaration of
“That’s hashtag cute.”
Archie and Veronica shared a glance.
The final straw was when, the group was walking home. Archie had asked Jughead to come over and play video games with him. Betty was wrapped up in his jacket and she went to take it off, She lived next door so it wasn’t that far a walk to brave the cold. Jughead immediately placed his hands on her shoulders keeping the jacket firmly in place.
“I don’t think so. Keep it on, it’s cold out. Don’t need you getting sick, I’ll pick it up tonight.” Then with a smile he was walking into the Andrews house.
An hour later Veronica was laying in Betty’s bed reading the newest glamour magazine, her brain on something entirely different
“What was with jughead today?” She blurted out
Betty looked up from painting her toes, a confused expression on her face.
“What do you mean? He seemed fine to me.”
Veronica shook her head
“No I mean he’s fine, it’s just he was extra… lovey today.”
Smiling gently at her friend Betty turned back to her toes.
“He’s always like that, you just never payed attention before.”
Staring at the beautiful blonde girl next door in front of her, she couldn’t help but think
Maybe Betty was right, maybe she just wasn’t looking hard enough.
hey there!! i was wondering if i could request a dally x reader imagine? just basically something that's true to his character- ya know, a tough greaser and all that- but you two genuinely love each other & it's sweet? idk i just really love dally 😂 anyway, thank you! i love your account! ❤️
haha im assuming you want this really fluffy so here we go…
“what’s up dallas?”
he pulled me into an empty room at bucks. we’d been going out now for a couple months.
“here.” he said, holding out a thick ring and putting in my hand.
“what’s this?” i grinned, examining it.
“it’s my ring alright? and i don’t want you telling any of your dumb friends about it okay, its private, something for just us.”
i put it on my finger, “what does this mean, dally?” i asked in all seriousness.
he looked around, clearly not comfortable.
“do i have to spell it out for you, i means i love ya alright?”
“dallas winston? the dallas winston? love little old me?” i grinned loving every second of this and loving him even more.
“be quiet babe, you already know i’d do anything for you. man, this doesn’t sound like me at all. what are you doin to me.”
i burried my head into the crook of his neck, “i love you too.”