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Failure to Set-Up - Jim Kirk

Summary: Just an evening with Bones and Jim in which you want to set your friend Bones up with someone and your boyfriend, Jim, won’t let you.

Prompt: the “Aw, babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing.” scene from Parks and Recreation.

Warnings: language, friends bein’ friends

A/N: IT’S ALL DIALOGUE. s’not really a jim kirk fic, i guess. but there’s a reader x jim pairing. it’s friends talking to friends, making fun of friends, hanging out with friends. it’s a good ass time, folks. 

Standing in the doorway of his office, Leonard glowered at you with his most exhausted scowl.

You would have been offended and thought the action to be a result of your sitting in his chair with your feet atop the desk had it not been for the large wet spot darkening the blue fabric of his uniform from rib to hip. 

He held a towel to the lake-sized spot— a towel that you could only describe as the color of unbrushed teeth— and strands of his dark hair abandoned its clean ‘do to fall into his hazel eyes, his head tipped downwards.

You clicked your tongue and scoffed loudly in annoyance when he neared the desk and used the back of his PADD to swat at your boots repeatedly, only stopping when your feet hit the ground. “What the fuck’s your problem?”

“Ask me what’s on my shirt, (Y/N). Do me the great pleasure of askin’ that.” A sigh heavy enough to contain the weight of the world left his lips as he fell into the thinner, much smaller chair across the desk.

Frowning as you watched him struggle to hold his head up as if he was imitating an infant, you complied. “What is on your shirt, Leonard?”

“This, sweetheart, is the piss from a man’s bedpan,” he told you, rubbing his left eye with two of his fingers. “Now ask me how that happened.”

“How did that happen?” you almost deadpanned.

“One of his jackass ensign pals spilled somethin’ on the floor n’ slipped on it, knocked right into me.” He dropped his hands to sit on either of his knees. “Ask me what was in my hands.”

“I think I can connect the dots from here.”

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I seriously cannot believe this chapter even happened! I haven’t been keeping up with the manga so I thought of checking out the Tokyo Ghoul tag and then I see this!!! At first I thought it was a fanmade drawing, then I went to check out the manga and its CANNONNNN!!!!!

This entire chapter is beautiful! It shows two people craving each other for love and coming together. This is not hentai, get your mind out of the gutter people. This is making love, there is so much emotion and tenderness about this chapter. The way Kaneki didn’t pull away from Touka’s kiss and wanted more. This boy, now a man has suffered so much and he craves love. Genuine love and Touka can give him that.

I love how shy and awkward he is when he is touching her and trying to take off her bra. But he is also so gentle with her and making sure she feels comfortable. She is also caring and loving towards him, she makes sure he doesn’t feel awkward too. Giving him kisses and showing him that he is loved.

This is how sex should be, two people coming together and being totally vulnerable with each other. Revealing themselves and devoting themselves to each other. The last panel of them lying together, or should I say Kaneki lying down on Touka’s lap is so precious. I hope their love grows stronger, because Touka is now is strength. He has someone to live for and she lives for him. I hope these two will get a happy ending.

This chapter is beautiful and I’m happy Kaneki gets something good for once.

anonymous asked:

Top 5 worst fandoms?

Oh boy.

Okay so I’m assuming that you’re talking about behavior of the fans, not the works itself, because I’m about to list a lot of TV shows I really like (and some I dislike or am indifferent to) in this. Just ones that seem to uniquely attract really awful fans. Also gonna do a “current” list in terms of “based on what I’m seeing on my Tumblr feed lately” and “all time” list so “based on my overall experience on the Internet.”

Points given for bizarreness of choice of fandom (like, a super sweet or innocent show that has asshole fans), and also for being disproportionately assholish. Like, huge, long-standing fandoms are going to have some of those people anyway just because they’re huge, so I’m looking for ones that have a higher percentage than most. Anyway, here goes.

Current (on Tumblr and Twitter at least):

  1. Steven Universe, I mean like… who else? 
  2. Star Wars: from what I have seen, they’re basically the fandom driving the “harassing people for shipping weird shit is radical action” garbage that’s so popular in Tumblr fandom in general right now
  3. Game of Thrones, all we have for the new season so far are vague PVs and people are already revving their discourse engines. Plus it’s the current king of the reflexive, uncritical “book is always better!” stuff that I just hate as a rule across fandoms.
  4. Yuri!!! on Ice, the rabid anti-Otayuri people alone qualify it for this list, but there’s also stuff like “Chechnya is bad because of my ship!” and “stop being ‘heterophobic’ because straight people made Yuri on Ice!”
  5. I feel like Supernatural is just that eternal bad fandom, it’s just less popular here than it used to be. Same deal with Sherlock. Also maybe Fullmetal Alchemist fans are still assholes? RoyEd vs. Royai was like the OG “Reylo discourse.” They basically originated all the shit that has made every successive Big Tumblr Anime Fandom, including Yuri!!! on Ice, such a trashcan fire. FMA started the fire.


  1. Bronies. So I was involved in My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fandom for a bit (look, I was dating a dude who was into it, ok) and it’s funny just how steep the drop-off was purely because of how awful fan behavior was. Like it was like a quarter of its original size, or less, within a year, because every fan site and meetup group and whatever was just so teeming with misogyny, racism, homophobia, ableism and every other kind of bigotry. If you were a member of any kind of oppressed group, or cared about people who were, it got inhospitable very fast. This is both funnier and more disgusting when you consider that their whole shtick is that they were these brave crusaders against gender roles by being a bunch of straight dudes who liked a show for little girls – like think every straight woman who thinks writing slash makes her a queer hero, turn it up to 11 and give it to people with more privilege. Also a lot of the big Anti-Essjay people on Tumblr (and full-fledged Gamergaters, on Twitter) got their start as brony bloggers. Also it has the dubious honor of being I think the only time that Tumblr got a cease-and-desist on a fanart/RP blog (called fucking “Princess Molestia”) purely because of how gross and creepy it was, such that Hasbro felt it harmed their brand. Bronies stalked pretty much every major critic of their fandom for years, many of whom were minors. And they set the precedent for much of the ickiness of Steven Universe fandom. And it gets the most points for being the most innocent, undeserving show on this list. Like SU having multiple LGBTQ and neurodivergent-coded characters and romances means it was always going to attract Tumblr drama queens like moths to a. flame.  But there is absolutely no reason for fucking MY LITTLE PONY to have attracted the shitstorm it does.
  2. Supernatural and Sherlock, because didn’t they like harass the actors for the characters they ship together so much and their wives that they don’t do conventions anymore? Or something like that. Kind of the kings of Gross Yaoi Fangirl Behavior. Also IME hardcore Supernatural fans do the thing bronies used to do (when there were more of them) where they’re like super sea lions. They have sonar for anyone just saying “I don’t care for this show” and then you have like 50 notifications of them calling you all kinds of unmentionables.
  3. Steven Universe: basically the left-wing, female/non-binary, non-heterosexual equivalent of bronies. All the same behavior, all the same gross shit, but For Social Justice. And big on getting into Twitter fights with the creators. SU fans get a slight leg up on bronies because they’re mature enough to know not to ask voice actors questions at conventions about rape joke memes, but not mature enough to stop pestering the writers and animators about discourse.
  4. Harry Potter: okay, I’m breaking my own rule because I said I wouldn’t go after humongous fandoms. But when your discourse fights are so big that you have non-Tumblr-focused news sites talking about you (like, places beyond The Daily Dot/Vox/Bitch/etc.), it’s really really bad.

I can’t decide between these two so you get two #5s:

  • Every single thing Joss Whedon ever made: you can group them together because they all got the same bad discourse (this article from The Toast is a good summary), and even more because a lot of both non-SJ and mildly-SJ people take any criticism of it so damn personally. Like if you remember that really infamous Livejournal radfem takedown of Firefly, people were right to laugh at the majority of it, I mean she was arguing that interracial heterosexual relationships were inherently abusive! What the fuck! But it was funny how many nerd boys were just pissed that someone was calling Firefly sexist and racist in the first place, because “feminists should be grateful” blah blah blah ugh.
  • Glee, because I feel like Glee just hit every single space on the “bad fandom” bingo card. It didn’t quite go for the depth that the previous ones did, but it definitely deserves credit for breadth. Also my sister was super invested in like one of those Kurt shipping wars back in the day and she said there were people harassing Chris Colfer and Darren Criss for not dating in real life and creating weird conspiracy theories about it like they do with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman so, there you go. Glee also was, IIRC, one of the first shows that actively courted garbage Internet SJ Tumblr fandom. And even wrote the show around what those fans wanted! Ugh. 

Special booby prize award to every fandom that revolves around Internet reviewers or LPers. Like if you’re going to be gross about famous people’s personal lives and shipping them, make sure it’s actual famous and especially rich people who have publicists handling their Twitter accounts and all that. 

I almost certainly forgetting something, please respond with what you think I missed and your own personal lists.

Is Jack Ticklish?

Septiplier - [Jacksepticeye x Markiplier] About Septiplier, I know it’s not an actual thing. It’s called fanFICTION for a reason. Just enjoy the story and its characters.

Summary: Mark’s scrolling through Twitter for questions for a reading your comments vid after coming out about Septiplier. One asks about if Jack’s ticklish so Mark has to investigate… for the fans! [WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

I love feedback! Critique is greatly appreciated! This one’s long. In my book long = better in most cases. LONG AND CUUUUUUUTE. I’m in a lee mood so I’m actually writing again. Like a lot. Also my god this is cute (at least to me) like for fucks sake i was blushing the whole way through writing this. aND ALSO I STILL SUCK AT TITLES

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Take my fate in your hands
We’ve got a lot that hasn’t even began
Something is calling us, we’re breaking free
I’m curious, I need to see

// i created this blog on a 12th April, and a little bit more than a month later i got to this number. i’m … speechless if i had to tell the truth. this fandom is one of the most chill ones i’ve been in, and even though, like any other fandom, it has its flaws, i got to admit i’ve been in way worse fandoms. in fact, the reason i came to this one was to escape the pressure and stress from my other fandom, and also because i found in black and white 2 a breath of fresh air. however, as always, there were people involved in the process, and also others who helped my stay … what would a follow forever be without a ‘thank you’ list of sorts ?

(below the cut as to not extend it too much; in no particular order)

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anonymous asked:

when will cgl blogs just learn boundaries? im so tired of going into sfw tags and coming across stuff that literally describes csa but is treated as something hot. my trauma is not a kink! its annoying that theyre impossible to avoid and they wont listen to boundaries, they show up on all my blogs. even here they interact! i just wish they would cut it out already, i just want to vent trauma without seeing their gross blogs in the notes. sorry for venting in your inbox, im just very frustrated

^^^ fr its so gross


sorry this is a little late, but I was tagged by @phantasyprone who EVERYONE SHOULD GO FOLLOW!! (because its a great blog run by an even greater person, who also happens to be a fantastic [or should I say phantasic] mutual)

rules: 1. always post the rules. 2. answer the questions given by the person who tagged you. 3. write 11 questions of your own. 4. tag 11 people (or however many you want)

1. Who is someone in your life that means a lot to you or why (can be someone you know personally or a musician or a content creator, or a politician, or whoever)

I’d say my sister. She’s always there for me and is a fantastic person, and I’m honestly so happy to say I know her. She is my best friend, no questions asked, and definitely means the world to me.

2. What are three songs that you love on your current playlist.

Ahhh only three? Perhaps Guillotine by Jon Bellion, Friday I’m in Love by the Cure, and Sign of the Times by Harry Styles
But I love so many songs choosing these three was very hard

3. What TV shows means the most to you and why?

SKAM!! It’s so real and fully encompasses what it is like to be a teenager in this era. The tiny details, the well written characters and their stories, they make the show worthwhile. It’s absolutely not only my favorite show, but one I can honestly say I am proud to watch.

4. What would you tell yourself 10 years ago?

To be more open and make more friends!! I have trouble with that now, and if I had been like that when I was younger it would’ve made a world of a difference.

5. What would you want yourself to still be doing 10 years from now?

I just what to be happy with myself, because I struggle with that now, or just happy in general I guess. I hope I’m with someone, successful in whatever it is I’m doing, enjoying myself and what I have. Just want to be happy.

6. What is your favourite combination of colours?

Oooo it depends. I’d say
sea foam green, white and salmon
white, black and gold
pastel pink, white and gray

7. What are your 3 favourite non physical things about yourself?

Hm. I’d say my ability to make people feel comfortable (sharing things, being themselves, etc.), how much I care, how big my heart is, in other words (sometimes I care too much), and my skill set (I’m not great at one thing, but I’m good at many things, and I like that)

8. If you had a superpower, what would it be?

Shapeshifter , definitely

9. Which musician do you think is underrated?

Declan McKenna deserves more recognition

10. What do you like most about your favourite YouTuber?

Dan Howell and Phil Lester. I love everything about them. They helped me through hard times and made me laugh so hard. I love them more than I can say.

11. What 5 small things in life make you happy

A) rain (especially thunderstorms- and the smell after it rains)
B) the beach
C) autumn (everything about it- the smell, the weather, the apples and pumpkins, Halloween, the clothes- autumn is underrated for sure)
D) squirrels
E) when people smile (real, happy smiles)

1) what is your favorite color and why? 2) has any song changed your life or made you feel something? If so, which one and why? 3) who are your 3 favorite characters (whether it be from a book, television show or movie)? 4) what are your 3 favorite non-physical things about yourself? 5) what is one place you wish you could travel to and why? 6) are you happy with your name? If you could change it to any other name, what would you change it to and why? 7) of you could have any animal as a pet, which one would you choose? 8) do you have any strange talents or hobbies? 9) who is your favorite author and why? 10) what is your favorite season and why? 11) list five small things that make you happy

I tag:


Which OC will answer to literally every nick name given to them?

sometimes self care is doing what you want like staying in bed that extra hour or buying the expensive smoothie, but sometimes its forcing yourself out of bed to eat or making sure you wash your face and clean your teeth despite how exhausted you are
self care isn’t always the easy option, or the fun option, but it’s still important

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:

Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.


Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

Problems with the Witchblr Community

There are some serious fucking problems occurring on this website, like:

  1. Peoples’ grimoires are way too artistic. Like seriously you all need to tag that shit like “hey this may trigger you because this Van Gogh beautifully-crafted art style might blind you and gush your morality with its beauty and cause your perspective of your own grimoire/BOS to wilt like a flower on fire”. I don’t take the time to even update my BOS, never mind decorate it with these gorgeous illustrations.
  2. The quality of pictures are way too high. I don’t know where people are getting all these professional cameras. Like I take pictures with my phone or shitty Samsung and post them, and I know I wouldn’t even reblog that shit, the quality is way too low. This results in a standard of high quality Instagram-worthy pictures that is too high for me to keep up with, y’all need to lower your photography skills.
  3. Peoples’ altars are too perfectly positioned in the sunlight, like bathing in the holiness of the sun or moon and washing any of vestige of mortality away from that spot. This kinda weaves into the photography complaint but basically, y’all stop being so artsy.
  4. Digital sigils are too easily and perfectly displayed. I don’t know how people make those sigils, it’s like an elusive angelic society that just sprinkles down talent and useful spells like falling stars. Seriously y’all need to post a how-to on that shit because I don’t have a tablet and just take pictures of hand-drawn sigils, but even those who post their hand-drawn sigils draw them incredibly better than I draw my sigils. 
  5. The witches on this site are way too creative. They’re all thinking of tips and techniques I never thought of before, and it makes everyone else feel dumb because they didn’t think of them first.
  6. Pretty much every witch on this site seems to have a green thumb. They say taking care of plants doesn’t require a green thumb, but I beg to differ because pretty much every plant I own dies. Like I don’t know if it’s because I’m a death witch and am literally radiating death energy, but I can’t keep plants alive for my own life. Green witches gotta share their real secrets, HOW are you keeping your plants alive.
  7. Then there are some problems like elitism, transphobia, homophobia, racism, nazism, blatant disrespect for peoples’ religions and cultures, the hatred with which we argue, and the fear that I’m always being scrutinized and that no matter what I say extreme SJWs will cherry-pick the things I say and misconstrue my argument into something i never said in the first place so i might as well just not even say my opinion on anything which i’m doing right now so i’ll just shut up and continue the joke
  8. The spooky and ethereal Witch Aesthetic™ is too on point. All the hanging herbs and lit candles and smoke from incense are too entrancing and immediately calm my mood and cause me to daydream about the eloquence of the witchy aesthetic. It’s too romanticized. It causes me to enjoy my own craft too much, and I reblog too many of them. We need to cut those down by a bunch.

Just had to get that off my chest.

@skillshotlabs make a cute gif t find who’s your v-day’s date, and i got Toshi ♥ So i drew a little selfie with him >:D! i tried really hard to not let the usual annoying grey bg haha


I brought some oranges to work yesterday but didn’t eat them so this may have happened =D

I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

*gif is not mine!!

away from the sun

soulmate au 

pairing: taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and soft angst
word count: 20.409
warnings: none
author’s note: this story involved a whole lot of research involving many topics (read on if you want to find out hehe). I tried to represent them in the best way I could, but there are probably a few inaccuracies, so I apologize in advance for that. anyway, this is just another long plot with a bit of cheese on the side. please enjoy :) 

Once every five years, when the June solstice arrives and graces the sky with the midnight sun, a comet dashes by.

It is more than just a blinking light that moves at an unhinged speed. According to what you’ve heard, it looks like it stills in the middle of the vastness of space, and its tail flickers and shimmies in long tendrils of vibrant colors full of meaning — a subtle force that speaks to the humans who look up to the stars and set their eyes on the glowing meteorite, unique but just as intense for every single gaze. It speaks of soulmates and fate, of heavy truths and indelible bonds.

Each person sees a different pool of colors. You’ve heard more than a thousand stories, of people who saw the colors of the fireplace and others who were seized by the soothing hues of woodland during dawn. You’ve read about colors that go from the red blush of a beach beneath the sunset to the ivory traces of a wintry hill covered in thick snow. The colors do not give them the name of their soulmates, but once they find their other half, they will see those rich tones reflected in their lover’s eyes.

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this is actually important

hi its me, your local fun killer, saying things that shouldnt need to be said

please do not put ANY of these into the main #crankgameplays tag: 

-not safe for work content, yes, even if your blog is flagged. 

-anything referring to ethan as “daddy”, hes stated he doesn’t like that 

-shipping posts/art/fics/hcs involving ethan, those make him uncomfortable

-reader/ethan self-inserts fics or headcanons! he’s stated these make him uncomfortable! 

and remember that ‘search’ works differently from the tagging system! 

if you make a post saying ‘i don’t like coffee’ it will appear in the search even if you didnt put #coffee in the tags

to prevent your posts from appearing in search you would have to write the word coffee different from how its actually spelled: cof//fee, c0ffee, ect. or you can disable your blog from appearing in search in your blog settings

remember that ethans comfort is more important than you being inconvenienced for two seconds or you loosing out on a few notes. if you’re a fan of his, you need to respect his comfort and adhere to him not wanting to see this content. 

it’s not hard to keep this kind of content away from him, so please just dont be that guy

The thing that’s honestly hilarious about aggressive and moralistic anti shipping movements is that it literally does not matter at all.

Nobody outside of a very niche bubble and a small number of people even remotely gives a shit. They pour all this time and energy into something that absolutely nobody in the real world outside of the Internet gives a flying fuck about. It would be sad if it wasn’t so funny.


you bet i do and you bet i made it as tooth-rottingly sweet as possible