ed is perfect that is the truth

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you
But I guess you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I’d feel it too
And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth
But I know I was happier with you
—  Ed Sheeran 

Dear Cat,

Congratulations.  I’m afraid the blush you’ve caused is permanent.  Both Alex and Susan commented on it yesterday.  Job well done.

Don’t think for a moment that my blushing at the thought of all those delicious whispers into my ear means I plan to shy away from this… us.  I believe you fancy me a shrinking violet.  I can see why.  I’m clumsy.  I fidget and giggle.  I do that when I’m nervous.  And oh, did you always make me nervous.  You still do.  My heart races and my stomach flips and it’s all I can do to keep my hands to myself.

If I’m reading accurately between the lines, you appear to be… anxious.  It seems you are a bit unsure of yourself when it comes to physical affection.  That’s okay.  You lead in the boardroom… I’ll take over in the… well, you get the idea.

Sex wasn’t really necessary on Krypton.  I was born from a birthing matrix, a genetic codex that created scientifically perfect children.  So, at twelve, while human children would be getting ‘the talk’ and awkward sex ed classes, I was taught about gene splicing and the marriage of well-matched families.  I’m sure Kryptonians were affectionate, even sexual, but it wasn’t instinctual and certainly not done with the same joy and abandon humans find in the act.  My long-awaited point is that I have… taught myself about human approaches to love and… done considerable… reading.  And while that sounds terribly clinical and cold, the truth is, I really do know how to enjoy myself.  I think I can help you enjoy yourself too.  And now my blush is back, just so you know.

Don’t worry, Cat.  I promise you I will not let you delegate your part in this to me.  You consider yourself some sort of Pillow Queen?  No.  We’re going to be partners in this, equal ones.  I’d offer to bring some of my more useful books, but I think in your case we just need to throw the instruction manual away and just… have fun.  Trust me, if you’re as good at the rest of it as you are at making out on your couch, we haven’t got a thing to worry about.  

It’s a shame this part of your life always came with such outside motivations and rewards.  You seem never to have experienced pleasure for pleasure’s sake.  I must say I’m disappointed in John Stamos.  He certainly dropped the ball with you.  If he didn’t take full advantage of the gift he was given, well… then he really is just a beach bum.

I already know how responsive you are.  You simply need the right… incentive.  That’s where I come in.

Did you just call me a tease?  No matter, keep getting better.  I’ll see you soon.

Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt.4)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Holy hell… episode 10 was really something, I don’t know whether it’s perfect or not that I decided to wait until now to post Y/N’s speech about Cheryl… I think some Cheryl fans might appreciate my nicer interpretation to our ginger after what we just saw… so obviously Cheryl’s gonna be a bit ooc tonight, enjoy!

Also let it be known I’m not a Cheryl defender, she is pretty downright manipulative, I had most of this written before the fifth episode even came out

Part 1, Part 2Part 3


Previously: Betty went over to each of the boys and hugged them as she whispered something to each of them, before making her way over to me. I stood up and met her halfway as she gripped me in a tight hug, both of us letting out a few tears. “You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for Y/N” She whispered in my ear as she squeezed me tighter. “I meant everything I said Betty.” “I know you did, that’s what makes it perfect.”

We broke apart and sat down at our spots, wiping a few tears away. I noticed Veronica wipe her eyes quickly before she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Well, I think that concludes Y/N’s interpretation of our lovely Betty Cooper here. So,” She turned to me, mischief in her eyes. “Who’s next on your hit list Y/N?”

“Cheryl,” I said, turning my body to her as we gave each other a playful glare. “If I had to compare you to an animal, you’d be a viper, beautiful and dangerous all at once. You strike with speed and precision, and you always know how much venom to use when you’re in a fight. You also have a tendency to be a bit spiteful at times too.” Cheryl mock-gasped as she swatted my arm, I giggled before continuing.

Honestly the only reason I still put up with you is because I know you can be a nice person. I’ve seen you be kind, sweet, and caring, I’ve seen you be those things, so don’t tell me that you’re not.” I emphasized before she could speak, Cheryl shut her mouth and glared. “You’ve always put up this negative front to block people out and keep them away, you do this in self-defense, just like how a viper will give a dry bite in the hopes of scaring off potential predators, Chery.” She groaned at my nickname for her. “But I know deep down you’re just like the rest of us, you have fears and insecurities and you’re stressed as all hell because of your parents; because for some reason no matter what we do we’ll never be good enough for them,” Cheryl grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed hers back before continuing.

“I know you’ll always have my back, even when we fight over the dumbest things, I know you’ll be there for me. You know me inside and out. You can always tell when something’s wrong and exactly what’s bothering me, sometimes before I even know myself. You always know the best way to cheer me up, even if it means pissing off your hellspawn parents.” Cheryl chuckled before quickly coughing, obviously trying to cover it up. Everyone else grinned at her, pleased to see a nicer side to the ginger for once. I snickered before taking in a deep to continue.

“You may be a bit aggressive at times, but I understand why. With everything that’s happened here since July,” I saw her flinch slightly, I scooted closer and turned her towards me. “It’s been horrible, and I’m truly sorry, I know how close you two were, how close the three of us were,” A few tears fell down my face as I spoke the last part a little quieter, I wiped it away and cleared my throat before continuing. “I know you need support now more than ever, and you have every right to lash out at everyone and anyone… to an extent though,” I stressed, looking at her. “There are times you need to lash out in a less destructive manner, which is where I come in.” I grinned at her.

“You’ve been my friend ever since we were five Chery, you and Jay were so nice to me that day we met at Pop’s.” We both smiled at each other, remembering that day. “I’d only just walked in when you two came up to me and asked my name. You said my hair looked pretty while JJ complimented my outfit. You two asked our parents if we could sit in our own booth while Jay flashed them a grin and took our hands to go look for one, not bothering to wait for either of our parent’s responses.” We both chuckled at the memory. “You two told me that from then on we were going to friends no matter what, you even had me sit right in between you guys, do you remember why?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl flushed slightly and pouted. “Yes Y/N, I do.” She sassed. “Well good, you can tell everyone here why then.” I said as I gave her a smug look.

Everyone turned their eyes to the ginger as her face flushed more. “Really Y/N, why can’t you say it?” “Because the others need to see why I chose you to be one of my friends Chery! Hearing me defend you all the time isn’t the same as seeing why I defend you so much and consider you one of my closest friends, now pluck up and tell them what you told me that day!” I laughed as Cheryl got ready to speak. “Fine,” She sighed before looking around at everyone. “I told Y/N that we were gonna be triplets from now on, because she looked so lonely and I didn’t want her to feel left out. I told her she was going to be my sister and Jason was going to be her brother.” Cheryl looked down as she tried not to cry, her bottom lip wavering slightly as she drew in a shuddering breath.

“Jason said it didn’t matter that Y/N looked a little different from us, he said that since I said we were triplets, then that’s what we were, that’s what we’ve been.” She murmured the last part as she wiped a tear away, a choked laugh coming out of her. I squeezed Cheryl’s hand and she looked up at me. “I remember we couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life,” “You said if we were going to be triplets we had to know everything about each other.” I cut in, smiling at her. She smiled back before continuing.

“We also asked if you’d made any other friends already, I didn’t want to share you with anybody else.” “You two were so clingy when we first started hanging out Cher,” I spoke up, mirth in my voice. “You and Jay always tried to keep me away from everybody else so that I would only focus on you two.” “Yeah,” Kevin spoke up. “I remember that! You and Jason would take turns keeping all of us away from Y/N!” Archie, Betty, and Jug nodded in agreement, remembering the first few weeks I moved in.

“In our defense you guys would do the same thing to us!” Cheryl argued, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at them. “Only because you started it!” Archie cut in, a smile forming on his lips. Before anyone else could say anything Veronica jumped in. “As wonderful as it is seeing Cheryl interacting with us positively, we’re gonna keep working on that don’t worry,” She directed to said ginger, I don’t think Y/N was done here.” She smiled at me as she motioned with her hand for me to continue. I thanked her before starting up again.

“As I was originally saying, you two kept asking me questions and telling me things about yourselves. We were there for hours, and when I had to leave you and JJ practically begged our parents to let me spend the night. You were so close to throwing a fit right there, and J wouldn’t even look at your parents the first time they said no. When they all finally agreed you were jumping up and down and just so excited, we didn’t go to sleep until close to 4a.m. that night.” I shook my head, laughing at the memory. Cheryl had a bittersweet smile on her face as her eyes started to water up, remembering that night as well.

“The three of us were so close growing up, you two always making sure I went to all your family events, especially the tree tapping ceremony.” We grinned at that, remembering it was coming up soon. “You and Jay always made sure I felt welcomed and loved by you two, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I’ve needed it, and I love you for that. You can always come to me when you need to get rid of anything on your chest Cheryl, I know everything about you anyways, so there’s no reason not to come to me.”

“I know how you like to dress on any given day, what your favorite movies and food are, your celebrity crush, your school crush-” Chery hit me with a pillow as she shushed me, her face blooming red all the while. I put my arms up and laughed before continuing. “I can also tell your emotions by one quick glance at you, I know what works best to make you feel better almost instantly, what songs help to calm you down…” I gripped her shoulders and shook them slightly, making sure she was paying complete attention to what I was saying.

“While you may not always be a “nice person” Cheryl, you are a good person, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. More importantly, you are your own person. You’re allowed to make decisions solely for yourself, just because you want to. You are allowed to think for yourself, despite what your parents want you to believe. You are in control, not them.” I took a deep breath, my eyes starting to water up as I gave a bittersweet smile before continuing.

“I love you Chery, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter how mad I may get at you, ALWAYS hun. You can always come to me for help, you know that. Especially if it involves those disgusting creatures that dare call themselves something as nurturing and caring as parents.” Cheryl let out a little snort at that as her eyes watered up. “Who cares what they think, they’re monsters, everything they say about you isn’t true. You’re so much more than what they tell you. You’re worth more than what they want you to believe. I’ll face their wrath with you whenever you need me to, and know that if you ever need to get away you are always welcome here. You’ll always have a family with me Cheryl, please don’t ever forget that. You’re my sister Cheryl, I love you.” I finished, my voice shaking by the end of it.

When I looked at her again Cheryl was trying so hard to keep her tears in, and when I opened my arms she practically jumped in them and started sobbing. We clutched each other for dear life as we let our tears fall freely, knowing that the others wouldn’t judge us. I could hear everyone starting to cry as well, I peeked up to see Betty and Veronica holding each other in a similar manner, crying on each other while Archie was rubbing Betty’s back as he wiped his own tears.

Kevin glared almost viciously at me through his tears as he angrily wiped at them, willing himself to calm down. When I looked at Jughead, I noticed how red his eyes were, filled to the brim with tears that surprisingly weren’t falling. Jughead got up quickly and left the room, returning a minute later with his arms full of tissue boxes. He went around the room and gave us each one, all of us mumbling something that sounded like a thanks as we graciously used the tissues to help calm ourselves down.

“You were my first real friend Y/N.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled away enough to look at me. My first real friend besides Jason, probably my only real friend. I’m sorry that I get defensive and that I can be vicious most of the time, especially to your other friends. I’m sorry I try to push you away sometimes too, just…” She paused as she drew in a quivering breath. “Just please, don’t leave me too.” I pulled her back in immediately and somehow managed hug her tighter as I whispered back. “I would never do that to you Cheryl, never.” We stayed like that as everyone around us started to calm down. Eventually we pulled apart, but we sat right next to each other, our sides practically melding together as one.

We wiped the last few tears away as I chuckled and looked around the room. “So, how’s everyone feeling?” As soon as I finished speaking Kevin threw a pillow, by the time I registered it flying in the air it hit me square in the face, Kevin growling something unintelligible (probably for the best) as he looked away from me. “Why do you keep making us cry Y/N?” Betty asked as she wiped her eyes, before I could respond Kevin jumped in. “It’s because Y/N hates us Betty!” He accused.

“If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

A/N: So, this was fun to write. I actually had this part pretty much done since part 1, and I guess it was a good idea that I decided to wait until now to post this. I feel like it wouldn’t have been right to do a fic about Cheryl without having Jason in it as well, and since we don’t have an accurate idea about Jason’s personality, I decided to take a little creative liberty with him. Let me know what you guys thought about it!

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anonymous asked:


My little noodle son!  Yes, I will tell you my head cannons!  💖

Originally posted by gothamfox

So let me tell ya’ll about my boy Ed, here!    

  • This boy‘s IQ is off the charts!    
  • Brain teasers/puzzles (Like the really advanced ones that would take any ordinary person hours to do) bore the shit outta him so he actually makes his own      
  • Has a terrible balance - Not very coordinated either
  • Is hella awkward, but in a confident way if that makes any sense?      
  • Like you could be walking behind him and he’d trip and almost fall, and for a lot of people that might be super embarrassing but he doesn’t give a shit. He’d smile at himself (CAUSE HE’S ADORABLE) and be like, “Oops! Curse my two left feet!”  Then he’d look at the person behind him, whereas many people would be too embarrassed to even acknowledge the trip, he’d just smile that precious baby smile and say, “Haha, sorry about that!”
  • Loves to whistle and hum    
  • When Ed was still with the GPD and he was in the lab alone the baby would just be diligently at work and he’d whistle some dorky song like The X-Files theme    
  • LOVES MYSTERY/SYFY/CRIMINAL THRILLER MOVIES/TV SHOWS    Loves shit like Dexter, Criminal Minds, Twin Peaks, and ESPECIALLY X-FILES    
  • Total conspiracy theorist because they are the one puzzle he cannot crack (Hella believes in aliens)    
  • Favorite pet would be a rat because of how smart and fluffy they are
  • SUPER clean and hygienic, possibly has a minor obsessive compulsive disorder?
  • Washes his hands like 20 times a day    
  • Is actually really funny once you get to know him    
  • Once he is comfortable enough to let his guard down in front of you he is actually a puppy dog 

 What if he likes you, ya ask? What if he /LIKES YOU LIKES YOU/??     

  • Oh Ed, my awkward baby boy, has never exactly been successful in the love department
  • Once he has feelings for you he will become a bumbling baby until finally you do something so mind boggling perfect (Like, I dunno answer one of his really hard riddles correctly and manage to impress him on a higher level) and it gives his darker side the power to push through and handle the situation
  • Once the desire to have you in his arms and under his naked body has reached it’s peak then he can no longer control his more sinister half 
  • Once dark Ed is in the picture he will very actively pursue you
  • He’d just approach you one day and be like, “So I’m sure you’ve comprehended that my views towards you are very positive.  Truth is I am actually incredibly attracted to you and I think we’re two pieces-”  He’d smirk that subtle yet very cocky smirk of his, “of a puzzle destined to be solved.”
  • He’d probably do some elaborate puzzle-esk thing to officially ask you out
  • Like he’d break into your apartment when you weren’t home and set up a scavenger hunt in your house that led you all over town until finally you ended up somewhere sentimental, i dunno the first place you met maybe, with him standing there looking all dapper ready to ask you out, flowers in hand.
  • Once you are his he becomes one affectionate mother fucker
  • But in a very sweet an innocent way!
  • He loves to hold your hand!  
  • When you are walking through the city, going out to eat or shopping, he’ll just start swinging your hands and smiling because he has you and he couldn’t be happier!
  • When he pecks you on the lips he can never just do it once!  He will peck you three times all in a row, mwah mwah mwah!
  • Gives the most gentle yet intoxicating hugs in the world
  • And, honey, the look in his eyes when he looks at you gives you goose bumps because Edward loves with all his heart, and if you’re lucky enough to be that person, then you will never go a day wondering if he loves you.  He will make sure you know! 

How about the dirty stuff, huh?

  • It’s hard to say because there are two sides of Edward to cover here
  • Once he is yours, and he is confident that you accept him, both sides of him would probably shown equally - totally extends to the bedroom
  • Some nights he’s gentle and sweet and would just be content watching you sleep - He’s still so amazed that you are in his bed!
  • But then there are the more ‘sinister’ nights where he’s feeling a little extra confident and will fuck the living daylights outta you
  • He will throw you onto your stomach and very calmly be like, “Don’t resist, baby, you’ll love this every bit as much as I do,” before ramming himself into you
  • One those nights get ready for a sore pelvic the next morning
  • Loves a woman’s breast, and will be very attentive to them!  Carefully massaging, nibbling, and suckling to hear those light moans that drive him mad (literally lol)
  • Is really good with pleasing someone with his hands, after all he has  these big long fingers perfect for foreplay
  • Isn’t really a sub or a dom and I feel his partner should be the same
  • Like, one night he’ll totally dominate his partner, tie them to the bed and rock their world, but then on other nights he’ll be his regular gentle self and will be fine with being tenderly kissed by his love while they take charge
  • Just depends on the events leading up to the lay I guess
  • Also, no matter how the sex went, afterwards Edward loves to snuggle
  • Panting heavily in one another arms, he’ll kiss you on the top of the head, inhaling your scent, and just truthfully tell you how important you are to him

Point blank, this psycho baby is also precious!  💖

anonymous asked:

Hey, what's your fav Marvey Fanfiction? :)

Thanks for your question, anon! 

Yayy so I really have a lot of favorite Marvey fanfics but I have this super soft spot in my heart for kitten fics so please let me highlight these two:

1. Habeas Corpus by smilebackwards
2. The Cat That Walked By Himself by Xanthe

I also have a special place in my heart for fake/pretend marriage Marvey fics!

1. a truth so loud by tattooedsiren
2. Wear My Name by Lunarflare14
3. Better Half by JaneDuJour
4. Limited Partnership by Pookaseraph
5. whatever the question by tattooedsiren

And these are my fave complete (long chaptered fics or oneshot) Marvey fics! I apologise because I do have a lot of favs !

1. 5U175 by Closer
2. Harvey Takes Notes by FluffyGremlin
3. Honey Trap by SuzyQSmilesForYou
4. Come Again by mskatej
5. Dolls (and action figures) by RC_McLachlan
6. Imperfect Perfection by Skara_Brae
7. Imprimatur by Closer
8. Harvey Specter Doesn’t Do Gay Panic by thatotherperv
9. 20 Items or less by checkmatey
10. Mountain Man by machtaholic (cinderella81)
11. Obliviously Obvious by leista
12. Excerpts From The Gospel of Harvey Specter, edited by Michael “Forever Awesome” Ross, 2011, 1st Ed. by RC_McLachlan
13. Call Me Maybe by malawi
14. Fate’s Decree Series by in_the_bottle
15. Friends? I’d Say Family Series by mockturtletale (I love the Part 2 of this series ughhhh I totally imagined Harvey loves fluffy bunnies and aaahhhhh it’s the cutest in the world and I died.)
16. Continental Drift by townpariah
17. The Acknowledged Truth Series by Attorney C (arh581958)
18. Remember Sunday by youretheone (I cry a ton reading this fic…)
19. My Brother’s Keeper by Closer
20. Pretty-Handsome Kindergarten by flamyshine
21. Silk and Lace by Bontaque
22. Needs Must by thatotherperv 
23. Markers by Xazz
24. Sentinels and Guides and Spirit Animals, Oh My! by LadylantoJones
25. Nurse Fernandez by mskatej
26. Possession by Xanthe
27. All Bets by skyenapped
28.That Sweet Spot by mskatej
29. Good Boy by MajaLi
30. Blonde by machtaholic (cinderella81)

1. Promise Me That We Won’t Fall In Love by youretheone

But if I can only choose one fic, I’ll say 5U175 by Closer is my all-time favourite Marvey fic. 

ALSO, to all marvey writers, you’re all amazing!!! From the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you !!! 

9.15: Ghostfacers… Lies and manipulation. When most of the ghostfacers deserted them because they’d wanted to live “normal lives” Ed goes to awful lengths to sabotage Harry’s life to keep them together.

So, anvil-to-the-face parallels to both Sam and Dean here, even if it’s not a perfect mirror.

Dean is intent on proving it’s a ghost, just to spite the Ghostfacers’ theory that it’s thinman. On the up side, I love watching Dean disdainfully deal with Ed and Harry. On the down side, several people died before Ed confessed that he’d invented thinman– that he wasn’t real.

This whole episode is an object lesson in how unhealthy it is to lie, just to hold on to someone.

It’s also another one of those “the real monsters are people” episodes.

And there’s a lovely series of shots of Sam sitting next to the moose lamp.

But in the end when the truth came out, people were dead because of Ed’s lies, and Harry just couldn’t take that. One of those people was the sheriff, who the deputy had told Sam and Dean was “on a hunting trip.” But the deputy had already killed him while acting as thinman.

I’m just personally relieved that Sam and Dean aren’t still in this place with each other.

anonymous asked:

I always thought that Aaron and Robert are equally messed up, but I have to say that Robert takes the cake. What Aaron did was really horrible but after that he was able to see that they shouldn't be together. Robert says one day that 'you could have killed me', which is the truth and not him being overdramatic but next day he's 'we are almost perfect together'. Like in what world is he living?




i love him

This is a reminder to myself: Just because you slip up, just because you didn’t do something exactly how you wanted, just because you didn’t succeed today, does NOT mean you’ve failed. Failing would be giving up simply because I wasn’t perfect. And you know what? Nobody is perfect. No situation is perfect. Life in itself thrives off imperfection. It was that first imperfection through mutation of genes that took single celled organisms and had them evolve. Through mistakes come change, and without change, there would be no life. Life is simply the constant fluctuations of matter. If there were no change, there would be no life.

So why am I terrified of change? Why do I want to do things ‘perfectly’ all the time?

In wanting perfection, I’m actually wanting to do the same thing over. And over. And over again. And is that ‘thing’ something I enjoy doing, something that I chose myself?

Usually, it’s not. It’s something that has been conditioned into me as the expectation.

When we want to be perfect, what we’re really aiming for is subjection and repetition.

And that is not life

nygmobblespot  asked:

Celebration-prompt: Oswald and Ed play "truth or dare" ;)

Title: Truth or Dare

Rating: PG

Note: This is for my follower celebration. Please send me more fluffy Nygmobblepot prompts if you would like a ficlet. I would love to do more today! Thank you @nygmobblespot for sending me this one °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

“Truth or dare?”, Oswald asks, wiping the thawed ice cream from his eyes, which Edward dared him to unload on his flawlessly styled raven hair.

“Truth,” Edward answers, still snorting at the sight of the chocolate covered penguin.

Oswald flicks his hands in his best friend’s directing, misting him with the sticky dairy treat. “Okay, Ed—" he lowers his bows— “you asked for it.” They’ve been playing this childish game on and off all day and he’s been waiting for the perfect time to throw Edward off. Oswald tosses what’s left of the ice cream carton back into the freezer and stands next to Edward on the other side of the granite kitchen island. He leans into his friend’s smug face, chocolate goo sliding down his cheeks, and smirks fiendishly. “Do you love me, Ed?”

Edward gasps unexpectedly, instantly regretting that Oswald saw his shock. He turns away from his friend, no longer having the courage to look him in the eye, body slightly quivering. “I meant to say dare,” he boldly insists.

“You’re just trying to dodge the question.” Oswald has no doubt that he is.

“No, I’m not.” He apprehensively shifts in place, eyes traveling around the kitchen. “I really meant to say dare.” Edward latches into the kitchen towel laying before him and fidgets with the cloth, twisting it around his fingers.  Answering this truth is not what he foresaw coming tonight.

Oswald can see the anxiousness this question had put upon his friend. He can’t help but to take his reluctance to answering as being true in some way, at least, that’s what he hopes. The Penguin loves Mr. Nygma more than just a best friend and was seeking for some validation that what he feels is mutual. “Fine,” he huffs in annoyance, a sly smile slowly creeping his face. He isn’t going to let Edward get off so easily. “Since you insist that you meant dare—” he tilts in closer— “I dare you to kiss me!”

Edward’s grip on the towel tights and his large brown eyes grow even wider. His diversion has severely backfired. “I… Um… Os….” The Riddler is struck speechless, which almost never happens. He desperately tries not to make eye contact, even though he can feel Oswald breathing down his neck.

“Well, Ed, ready to pucker up?”

Edward takes a deep breath and tosses the towel to the floor. He wants this just as much as Oswald does. might as well go for it and really, really, mean it. He quickly faces his friend, grabs him by the soggy cheeks, and presses their lips firmly together.

The birdie’s eyes fly open the instant they connect. He didn’t expect Edward to go in so aggressively. “Mmm….”, Oswald hums with surprise when Edward flicks his tongue upon his lips. He opens his mouth to invite him in and the Riddler wastes no time, getting the fuller taste of the Penguin. “Oh, God, this is really happening,” Oswald thought, wrapping his arms around the other man’s neck.

Edward slides his sticky hands down the small of Oswald’s back, drawing him in closer. “Ah,” he lets out a groan and reconnects with his friend. Edward closes his eyes, completely lost in a moment he’s thought about for months.

The kiss goes on for what seems like forever before Oswald decides that they both need to breathe. He breaks away from his best friend, but Edward nibbles greedily at his luscious lips unable to tear away. It’s like his bottom lip is a magnet that’s only attracted to Oswald’s. “Oh, Edward,” the little bird sighs, still trying to take a full breath. He gives Edward one more long kiss before successfully ending the makeout session in the kitchen. “Holy, fuck, Ed,” he breathes, feeling like all the air in the room has been vacuumed out. It’s the most unbelievable experience he’s had in ages.

“Sorry—” Edward pants, pushing the glasses back on his face— “I got carried away.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He winks.

“You liked it?”, Edward asks. It was amazing for him, but he thinks he might have taken it a bit too far.

“I can assure you that I did.” Oswald smears ice cream down the bridge of Edward’s nose. “And with that, you’ve answered my truth question.”

“I guess I did.” He licks the chocolate from his lips. “You’ve figured me out, Oswald.” He beams at his friend.

“Good—” the Penguin jumps into the Riddler’s arms— “because I love you too.”

The dispersal of an empty law makes judgment legitimate and
yet also completely arbitrary and thus an instrument of the exercise of unlimited authority. Law’s emptiness—the absence of a content to the law—can become the ultimate trick that authority plays, namely, dissimulating a denial of content only so that everyone is forced to supply arbitrarily content every instant anew, and yet always with the same result—ascription of guilt. The emptiness of the law is universal, but in biopolitics this is understood as the license for everyone to pass an arbitrary judgment—that is, a judgment without concern for truth. In this sense, the prison without walls represented in The Trial can be viewed as the perfect depiction of the repressive emptiness of the law. This pure authority of the empty law is only possible because the law is dissociated from truth.
—  Dimitris Vardoulakis, “Kafka’s Empty Law: Laughter and Freedom in The Trial” in Brendan Moran and Carlo Salzani (eds), Philosophy and Kafka, Lexington Books, 2013, pp. 33-52
it's what i believe in

I believe in many things.

I believe in women having the same rights as everyone else.

I believe that all people are beautiful, whether they recognize it or not.

I believe that homosexuals, bisexuals, transgenders, lesbians, asexuals, pansexuals, heterosexuals are all people, human beings that deserve to be treated correctly.

I believe that white, black, albinos, asians, persians, muslims are all equal.

I believe that music is therapy.

I believe that music can change lives, just as well as it can save them.

I believe that love songs are a painting to admire and fall for.

I believe that Ed Sheeran was made to create an eutopia for all us love sick fools.

I believe that 5 Seconds Of Summer was brought out to get the message that everyone can have dreams and be able to achieve them across.

I believe that The Script was created to bring on a slap of reality and morbid truth into our lives when we become blind.

I believe Coldplay was made to bring out the beautiful things in love and heartbreak all the same.

I believe that The Fray made a point to bring out the fact that we aren’t perfect, no one is, but we can change ourselves.

I believe that Justin Bieber was brought to stardom to let people know that we all make mistakes, that we never are or will be perfect but we can make it work for us if we try hard enough.

I believe that One Direction was brought out by something to emphasize the fact that we all have our dream careers and that by a silly twist of fate as small as not making it as solo artists in a talent show and being put in a band you can find friends, and family and fans and luck and most of all you can find love.

I believe that Larry Stylinson is something that was brought on for people to understand, that yes two men can love each other, yes two people can fall in love and we all have the right to fall in love, it doesn’t matter who with.

I believe in what brings out the best in people.

I believe in the simple fact that yes  we are all humans but that doesn’t present an excuse to hurt and hate.

We are who we are and nobody should have the ability to break us and what we believe in apart.

Believe in what you want.

Believe in what makes you happy, what makes you free.


Because believing is the one thing nobody can take away from you.

And that….

that is what I believe in.

Inspired by one of my currently favorite Wolfstar fics, Text Talk by mssrsmoony. It’s hilarious, very easy to read, and is exceptionally well-written.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Remus and Sirius are perfect together, so if you haven’t read this fic (it’s on-going), do check it out while you listen to this special mix.

Trading Yesterday - One Day | Ed Sheeran - All Of The Stars | A Rocket To The Moon - On A Lonely Night | Lifehouse - From Where You Are | Coldplay - See You Soon | Something Corporate - As You Sleep | The Summer Set - Where Are You Now? | All Time Low - A Daydream Away