for those of you that just want alice

HUMO: You’re a feminist, you have already said that several times. Many young women do not like being associated with feminism, because in their eyes it is a movement that forbids them to wear heels.

Evelyne Brochu: Feminists are the reason that I can vote, and my main concern is not whether I should wear heels or not, but that I might soon lose that acquired right as a woman. That Donald Trump is completely disturbed. The first thing he did as president, was to abolish subsidies for abortion clinics. And isn’t it scary what humiliating statements the most powerful man in the world can make about women? Everybody says: “They are just words.” But words set the motion more often than you think. A man thinks much faster now, “If the most powerful man can say that, it is okay if I say it too.” While women previously where not given the same room as men to be angry, or different, or crazy, a man is admired for those things, “Look how strong he is and what strong opinions he has.” A woman would be called hysterical.

Women are constantly belittled. We are told how we should behave if we want to be loved. That’s my biggest concern. I could care less about those heels.

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Still Mad // Luke Hemmings

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A/N: I am back bitches! I haven’t written in like months xD Anyway, I hope you like this, feedback is appreciated and don’t hesitate to drop in a request or talk to me anytime!




You could be overreacting but you did feel a little hurt. For the past three hours, you had been trying to catch Luke’s attention but your boyfriend was too busy paying attention to the friend from back home. You weren’t that girl who stopped her boyfriend from talking to every or any girl, let alone his old friend.

You understood that Luke wanted to spend time with Alice and you were completely fine with it. You just wished he wouldn’t ignore your existence like he was doing right now. Maybe he could include you in the conversation he was having or ask you to sit with him or hell, even a smile in your direction would suffice. But he didn’t do any of those. Instead he spent the entire party talking to the pretty girl with bright eyes from back home. Yes, you were quite satisfied with your looks but Alice, who looked impeccable without even trying made your self confidence go a notch lower.

You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the two old friends. The party was at full swing around you. The chattering of people blended into the loud, thumping music that vibrated through the apartment. Shaking your head, you silently scolded yourself for feeling this way. You’re not going to be that girl, Y/N.

But saying you weren’t jealous or hurt would be a lie. And what better way to numb your pain than downing the cheap beer in the red cups.

You weaved your way through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. Or some drinks.

You were through with five cups of the cheap alcohol and very tipsy when you saw a tipsier Michael approach you.

“Y/N!!” He drawled out your name, slinging an arm around you. “Come dance with us!”

You giggled as the weight of Michael’s hand made you spill a little of the alcohol in your sixth cup. “Mikey?’ You questioned seriously.

“Hmm?” His glazed eyes looked down on you.

“Is this… Is this a dance party?” You slurred your words.

Michael looked down at the floor thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes Y/N, I think it is.”

You smiled widely, downed the alcohol and then raced to where people were already swaying to the beat. The alcohol was buzzing through your system and you felt alive and energetic. A little too energetic.

“DANCE PARTYYY!” You yelled and several other drunk people joined the hooting. And for the first time in the night as you moved to the rhythm, you had your mind off of Luke.




You didn’t know how long it had been since your impromptu “dance party” or how much more alcohol you had drank since but here you were, doing karaoke on top of a table. Your black heels were discarded off somewhere, your hair was a mess and sweat dripped from your forehead. “YOU’RE THE REASON THE ONLY REA-”

You were abruptly cut off when your microphone- the television remote- was snatched from your hands. You looked down at your boyfriend, his blue eyes a little annoyed.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Luke, I’m having fun,” you whined. “Give me back my rem- my microphone.”

Luke swatted your hand that reached out to grab the remote and gently, but firmly, pulled you down the table. “No, Y/N, you’re making  fool of yourself.”

You frowned. So now he cares. “No, Lucas, I’m having fun.” You yanked your arm out of his grip. “And these people actually pay attention to me, even though I’m not their girlfriend.”

“What are you-”

“DON’T STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING,” you cut him off which he reciprocated by putting his hand on your mouth.

“Let me spea-”

“EVERY TIME YOU MOVE TO THE BEAT IT GETS-”

“Y/N, stop!” Luke said, angrily. He grabbed your hand and lead you out of that room.

“Quite a classy one you got yourself there, Hemmings.” Alice said, still seated on the couch where the two were previously sitting.

That snarky remark set you off. ”Watch what you say, you bitch!” You spat out.

“Y/N!” Luke reprimanded.

You scoffed. “Oops, sorry! Not classy enough or you, I forgot.”

Luke glared at you to be quiet. He then turned to Alice,”Sorry, but we’ve got to get going. I’ll see you around.” He moved closer to wrap his arms around her and even went as far as to peck her on the cheek. You frowned and turned away, your heart hurting at the sight of him being so affectionate with someone who wasn’t you. Someone who he had been giving all the attention instead of you.

You waited by the door as Luke returned after saying his goodbyes, your heels in his hands. As soon as he reached you, you grabbed the black stilettos out of his hand and proceeded to walk out without him towards the car. You waited as he unlocked the car and stepped in, closing the door a little too loud.

The car ride was silent, tension thick in the air. Luke’s hand were clenched around the wheel, knuckles white while you chose to stare out the window at the passing cars. Instead of dropping you off at your own place, Luke chose to drive you to his own apartment. He wasn’t going to leave your drunk ass alone. So he wasn’t a complete douche.

“What is going on with you?” Luke asked as soon as you stepped inside. You dropped the heels by the door and Luke tossed the keys on the couch. “Why have you been acting so weird today?”

You turned to face him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Why have I been acting weird? Why have you been acting weird the past few days?”

Luke scowled. “What are you on about?”

“Of course you don’t know,” you sighed and headed to get some water from the kitchen. Luke followed you.

“Don’t just walk out like that.”

“Well then you shouldn’t just ignore me like that,” you smiled sarcastically continuing to sip on the cold water you retrieved from the fridge.

Luke rolled his eyes,”Of course this is about you needing attention.”

You slammed the bottle on the kitchen counter. Your intoxicated brain heightened you emotions, making your eyes water.

“No, Luke, this is about you being a complete dick to me the past few days. This is about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest, ”completely ignoring your girlfriend’s existence when your friend from back home arrived. This about you,” you jabbed a finger on his chest again as he stepped back, ”choosing to give the girl, who by the way flirts with you every chance she gets, all your attention,” a smack to his chest as he took another step back. “This about you being an absolute asshole to me.”

You were about to hit his broad chest yet again when he caught hold of your hands just in time. In a second, his strong arms had flipped the two of you around. The argument flew out of the window when your back hit the kitchen wall and his mouth was pressed to yours. His hands slipped around your waist, pinning you against the wall. Your fingers found their way into his curly blonde hair. His lips moved against yours, the soft pink flesh grinding against your own. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. He groaned against your mouth as you tugged lightly on his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your dress riding up your thigh.

His palms were cupping your face when the two of you finally had to break apart for air and immediately after, Luke’s lips were attached to your neck. He pressed wet kisses all along the curve of your neck, nibbling and sucking gently on your soft skin.

“Lu- Luke…” He made it hard for you to speak. Luke knew you were sensitive near the neck and he took all advantage of it. You pulled his head away from your neck, smiling softly. “Lucas, I’m still mad at you.”

His blue eyes, darker under the dim light, stared into yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.”

“It hurt.”

“I’ll heal it, I swear. I’m really, really sorry.” He smiled at you apologetically.

“I’m not sure I’m classy enough to forgive you,” you taunted, a smirk gracing your lips.

“Y/N,” Luke whined. “You called her a bitch before I could even defend you.”

“Didn’t think you’d defend me,” you answered, fingers playing with he soft curls at the back oh his neck.

“Hey, I’ll always stand up for you,” he said, meaningfully as he bumped his forehead to yours. You smiled before giving him a small peck on his forehead.

“Y/N,” he called out.

“Hmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.

“You said you’re still mad at me right?” He questioned.

You nodded, a teasing grin on your face.

A cheeky smile came on to Luke’s face as he said, ”So does that mean we can have angry sex?”

Horn Tutorial-ish

I was going through some old pictures and I realized that I had forgotten that I had taken several progress pictures of horns that I had made a while ago. So, if you’ve ever wondered how I make mine, maybe this provides a little more detail?

Smush aluminum foil in a vaguely horn shape, keep it straight, otherwise if you try to bend it, it might just rip. Also keep it a bit smaller than you’d like the finished product to be.

Wrap it up in painters tape. I haven’t tried duct tape or scotch tape, but I would think painter’s tape would work best since it’s easy to tear off small pieces.

Bend it into the desired shape and throw on more painters tape to reinforce it.

Knead your Apoxie Sculpt A and B into a consistent color and throw it on the base, piece by piece. Make sure it’s a relatively thin coat, because this stuff can get heavy.

This is just one method of decoration, but it’s my favorite. It’s literally just dragging a line tool over the clay before it cures in uneven lines, more at the bottom, less at the top.

I usually then slap the horns on an alice band. First I figure out their position by fiddling with them in the mirror and putting a spot of tape on the band where I want them and then hot gluing those suckers on. To further reinforce that, I’ll make little snakes of Apoxie sculpt and wrap that around the horn base to connect to the band. I also wrap a thin layer around the alice band where the horns sit for extra security. BAM horns. You can paint them with acrylic paint or spray paint and decorate with purdy flowers or MORE HORNS.

Yay. Mini tutorial. If you have any questions, just shout at me.


PICTURES OF FINISHED HORNS WOOOO

The French/Japanese assasin Alice Kirabito AKA Ronin 😈🐰… It seems everyone is loving @ziegelzeig ’s wickedly awesome Zootopia OC and he seems to like the way I write her because the ever amazing artist has just gifted me this wonderful piece of artwork which looks like it’s been pulled straight out of a manga. (Inhales deeply) THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU…and Merci 🤣🤣🤣

For those folks who want to read about this Villain’s dastardley deeds in Zootopia by clicking this link to my fanfiction Take a Stand: Star of Ceartais…
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Haunted House- A BATIM Fic

I saw a post about this on @doodledrawsthings feed and I couldn’t help myself. My favorite ink demon and my favorite holiday? Together? It was too good to pass up! That being said apologies in advance to all the lovely people named Mick out there, it just sounded like the douchiest name I could think of while I was writing, but it is not a reflection on you. Once again this takes place in Doodles’ Hell’s Studio AU. Some mild swearing, but that’s about it. Enjoy!

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Alone Together- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: This wasn’t a planned imagine, so I am sorry if it has some mistakes. Although, I wrote this for @goblackhatwithme​ as she had been feeling down lately. I thought I would try to help in the way I know best. I hope this even helps slightly, Renee; and please know that you can hit this hoe up any time. Hope you all enjoy!

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I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
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“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.

“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.

“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.

“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.

“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.

“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck

“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”

Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.

Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space

“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service

“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.

“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.

“Dad!”

“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”

Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling

“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”

The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
****

“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.

Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks

“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.

“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs

“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.

“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.

“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face

“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes

“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head

“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded

Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands

“Mom!”

“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
***

She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.

“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.

“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.

F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled

“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.

“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall

“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand

“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.

“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.

Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips

“This way you two!”

Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
****

“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.

Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.

“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.

Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.

“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.

“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.

“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.

“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.

Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out

Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed

“Charming”

Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck

“Ready mama?”

“You got it daddy.” She giggled.

****

“Ma! Come here!”

Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest

“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage

“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.

“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.

“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter

“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”

Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.

“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”

Jughead snorted
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother

“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.

Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album

“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.

“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.

Facing the future

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Part one- Just one look
Part two - Learning to trust
Part three - Living with the bond
Part Four - A new wolf
Part Five - This is part five

Embry Call x Reader
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GIF not mine but the readers big bro and wolf together <3
No idea what happened to the format but I think I fixed it.


“It’s all my fault.” Leah whimpered.
Cade sat against the wall with her and pulled her into his arms, “No, no baby, I should have got to you. This is my fault.”“Shut up.” Sam boomed making you jump further into Embry’s chest as you curled up in his lap on Billy Black’s sofa. Embry kissed your forehead before resting his head on yours and running his warm hands up and down your back reassuringly. 


Sam continued, “You can’t start to think like that, I know it’s hard because you’re imprinted to each other but this wasn’t any one person’s fault. We live as a pack, we fight as a pack. We look out for one another, Jake got hurt helping a member of his pack, it’s what we do.”A chorus of mumbled and hoarse agreement came from the boys, all of whom were scattered around the front room of the Black household. Leah buried her head in her knees as not to let them see the tears swelling in her eyes from receiving the acceptance that she had always sought from her clawed family.

Everyone fell into silence as you waited for news from Carlisle of Jacob’s condition, you snuggled into Embry’s chest, listening to the steady drum of his heart. It could have easily been the other way around with Embry hurt and Jacob carrying him back to the reservation.  This wasn’t supposed to happen, no one on your side was supposed to be hurt.You felt numb, you barely registered that Carlisle consulting Billy and Sam, nor did you hear the Alpha order for the pack to go home and rest.
 But you felt Embry hook his arms under you and carry you out to the truck, he took you back to his house and curled up with you in bed, thankful that his mum was away for the weekend. You sighed as he pulled the thin blanket up over you; you never needed much to keep you warm when lying next to your radiator-boyfriend. 

“That could have been you.” You whispered into the darkness on the room and gently cupped his cheek with you hand.
He moved his head to press a kiss to the inside of your palm, “Don’t think like that please, Y/N.”
From what the pack had told you they had enhanced vision even at night, so you squeezed your eyes tight so he didn’t see the tears swelling, “I can’t help it, I can’t lose you Embry.”
He shushed you, took your face in his large hands and kissed where your tears had spilled free, “You never have to worry about that. Do you understand me?”
He brushed his lips over yours and, not trusting your voice, you simply nodded.

“Is this a good idea?” You asked smoothing down your dress, the one that Embry liked to paw at when he saw you in it.
Embry shook his head as buttoned up his shirt, “Of course not, it’s an awful idea, but its better if we’re there if Jake loses it.”
You checked that your hair was styled as you wanted it and sighed, the last place you wanted to spend your whole night was with the Cullen’s at Bella and Edward’s engagement party, especially since Bella had told Jacob that she had chosen Edward.
“I still don’t like her.” You pouted.

Embry shook his head at you and grinned, “Okay street fighter, just remember that we both promised Sam to behave so no starting any fights.”
“Well, if she starts anything, I’m going to finish it.” You promised.
He clicked his tongue in amusement and stepped over to you and put his hands on your waist, he kissed the tip of your nose, “I don’t doubt it. You look beautiful by the way.”
He held his hand up so that you could spin around, giggling, “All for you handsome.”
“How’d I get so lucky?” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you.
“It’s probably something to do with those cute dimples.” You teased, smiling against his lips.

He tucked some hair behind your ear before whispering into it, “If Leah is to be believed, it’s because you like my bum.”Then he laughed and blew a raspberry against your reddening check before bolting down the stairs laughing. You covered your red face with your hands and shouted, “Leah!” 

Laughter erupted downstairs.

Pretentious was the words that sprung to mind when you got to the Cullen’s party. Embry’s arm found your waist and pulled your to his side so he could kiss the side of your head. You glanced around at the pack, “Are you all okay?”
Quil’s face was scrunched in discomfort as he answered, “It reeks of leech in here.”


Cade appeared with his arm around Leah, who looked stupid happily for the first time in a long time, “The rest of the party guests masks it a bit, but it’s still there.”

“Luckily I have you.” Embry mumbled to you before pushing his nose into your hair and inhaling.
“I’m not a scented candle.” You pushed his chest playfully.
“I can deal with the smell.” Paul announced happily, “There are other things to focus on.” He gave you an exaggerated wink before making his way over to a group of pretty girls.
Jared clicked his tongue, “He might be my best friend but honestly that boy only ever follows his di-”

“Woah lets it PG-13!” A booming voice interrupted and the pack turned to see Emmett and Rosalie. The pack acknowledged them but then dispersed quickly, leaving the vampire couple and you and Embry. 

  “How’s Jacob recovering?” Emmett asked.
“Okay, he’s around her somewhere.” Embry answered tightly.
“Clinging to Bella somewhere I’m sure.” Rosalie said and you nodded in agreement.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat, “Look, er, I just wanted to say sorry for last time. I would never usually let myself get worked up like that, especially not surrounded by all those people but I thought my imprint was in trouble.. well I’m sure you understand. And thank you, for making sure that she got home safe and looking after her when I couldn’t.”

Emmett just offered him a big grin, “Don’t worry about it, dog breath. I mean you saved Alice out there in the battle, call us equal. But just so you know, I only let it look like you were winning so that you could impress your imprint.”

Cue the collective eye roll of you, Embry and Rosalie.  You parted and enjoyed the party with your boyfriend, who it seemed could drink as much as he wanted and it didn’t seem to touch him.
Stupid wolf metabolism.
You were enjoying a dance with Embry when he stopped dead and looked off into the woods. He cursed and shook his head, “I’ve got to go help the guys with Jacob.” He looked around awkwardly, he didn’t want to leave you, knowing that you’d drank more than usual and the alcohol was effecting you.

“I’ll go find Carlisle or Esme.” You promised him, the older vampires always seemed more favourable to the pack.
“Stay out of trouble, okay beautiful?” He waited until you nodded before kissing your forehead and running off. You stayed for a moment watching where he’d left when Rosalie found you and together you watched as the pack dragged Jacob out of the woods with Bella trailing behind.

You finished your drink in one long swig and passed Rosalie your empty glass, who surprisingly took it from you with no fuss.
“Y/N,” The blonde caught your attention before nodding towards Bella, “Give her hell.”
You gave her a drunken grin, you intended too. 

ake and his escorts were way out of view by the time you reached Bella. She spotted you and narrowed her eyes and you matched her glare, “What are you doing here?”

“I came with the pack.” You responded, “What have you said to Jake? You need to stop messing with him, you’ve already chosen Edward.”
As you approached her eyes rapidly glanced around behind you, no doubt looking for a Vampire shield like the last time you’d seen her. She crossed her arms and raised her nose in the air, “I didn’t choose Edward, fate chose us for each other. You wouldn’t understand, the imprint doesn’t compare.”

Anger flared up from your belly and heat rushed into your cheeks, spewed from your mouth, “How dare you?!” 

“How dare I?” She snipped, “You weren’t even invited tonight. Me and Edward are getting married and we’ll still be married long after you’ve turned to dust. Our bond means that he’ll turn me and we’ll be together forever. The imprint means that you’re going to be stuck here in this depressing little town forever, never able to leave because of Embry. Good luck with life.” 

Her words sucker punched you and for a moment you gaped at her. It was like the wind had been knocked from you, you supposed because a part of you recognised the lace of truth in her words and it scared you. 

What happened to your plans for life now that you had the imprint to work around?

“Y/N?”

Embry calling your name brought the wind back in your lungs and you turned to the tree line to face Paul, Leah and your boyfriend. Embry held his hand out to you, “Come on beautiful, she’s not worth it.”
Taking in a shaky, drunken breath you stepped away from Bella and towards Embry’s out stretched hand. Of course, Bella demanded the last word, “That’s right, leave. Go to your mongrel boyfriend.”

You spun, swung your arm back and punched her straight in the nose.
 Bella yowled, her hands flew to her face and she crumpled to the floor whining.
“Talk about my wolf again bitch and I’ll rearrange your face.” You snapped in alcohol fuelled fury.

You stormed away from her pathetic whimpering towards your friends. Embry moved to take your hand but you dodged him and looped your arm with Paul so you could lean on him as you walked. Embry let his hand fall and swallowed hard, both of you knew that Bella’s venomous words had wound into your consciousness.

Everyone could see that something wasn’t right between you and Embry since the party and the pack were worried. When Sam had finally accepted his life as a wolf and alpha, he knew that he’d also have to deal with teenage drama that he thought he’d gotten to leave behind. He never expected his teenage charges to imprint so young, so he didn’t have a plan for when an imprint wanted to move away to college.
“It’s been her plan as long as I can remember.” Jacob mumbled, his words were wiped away by the sea wind.
Paul lay flat on his back on the beach, “She used to tell me that she’d threaten college boys with her big brother and that I’d have to go up to beat them up.”

Sam scowled, “That might be but separating you and your imprint will hurt you both. She has to stay.”Embry let out a wistful sigh, “Well everyone thanks for being no help at all.” He stood and stomped off down the beach.
Sam groaned and rubbed his face with his large hand, “One of you has to talk to her.”
Jacob ran his hand through his hair and shot Paul a look, “I’ll take him, you take Y/N.”

Paul lifted his legs before jumping to stand from being laid down, “Big brother to the rescue again.”

“Paul I told you I’m not in the mood.” You snapped at him. Ignoring you, as he always did, Paul took your phone and book from your hand, placed them on your desk and picked you up by the waist before dropping you both down on your bed. He perched you on his knee like he was Santa and you were and eager child, you glared at his cheeky smile.

“Now, tell big bro what bothering you.” He patted your knee as he asked you.
You narrowed your eyes at him and pinched the back of his hand making him yelp, “I feel the need to point out, yet again, that you’re not really my brother.”

He held his hand over his heart and dramatically whined, “That hurt. Now come on, we all know that you’ve not been right since you KO’d that fang banger.”

You sighed and fell back so you were against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you, his favourite ‘big brother cuddle mode’.
“What are me and Embry going to do? I’ve already started to look for colleges and I love him but does that mean that I give up on my future career? I know that I’ll have to make sacrifices for the pack and Embry will always have a job at the garage but you know that I’ve always wanted to go into further education.” You sighed again as he rubbed your back, “I know now that I’m always going to come back to Forks and La Push for Embry and whatever life we can have together. I do whatever the pack asks me to, when they ask me too, can’t I at least have the career that I want?”

Paul sighed and held you closer to him, he kissed the top of your head and mumbled, “Okay, so my plan was to come in here and convince you to give up this kind of thing for the sake of the pack but you’re not a wolf and you’re not stuck like we are. I don’t know what to say Y/N but you need to talk to Embry, avoiding each other won’t help.”
“You’re right.” You said.
You didn’t need to look at him to know that he was grinning, “Aren’t I always? I miss the days when you just had a crush on Jacob. That was when things were simple.”
“It was more simple back then,” you agreed, “But I don’t miss it, not when I have something real with Embry.”

It was that night that Embry appeared in your bedroom doorway, he lent against the frame with his hands behind his back, “Can I come in? We need to talk.”
Your stomach dropped but you tried to give him a grin, “I thought that we were pretending that nothing was wrong?”

Embry offered a humorous chuckle and shook his head, his hair moving, “Yeah, that’s not working so much for me and don’t forget, I get vibes about how you feel.”
You swallowed hard and moved things from your bed so that he could come and join you sat on it. He pulled a full plastic bag from behind his back and laid it on your bed before sitting across you and taking your hands in his warm ones.

He ran his thumb across the back your hand, “I know that you had your future all plans before I came in like a wrecking ball,” You went to interrupt him but he stopped you, “Let me finish, please. Every time you’ve told me about your plans I’m been so proud of you but also super scared because I didn’t want to face that you could one day leave me. I still don’t want too.”

He let go of your hands before picking up the plastic bag and pulling out a bunch of paperwork before continuing, “Okay so, I know that this isn’t a solid solution but I thought maybe this could be a jump off point for us finding something that works for us. I did some research and all of these are close to the packs territory, you know, just in case Sam orders me to stay here with the pack.”

He passed you the paperwork and tentatively you took them from him before turning them over. 

College prospectus. 

About ten of them in all. Your hand flew to your mouth and you felt tears spring in your eyes. Embry panicked, “No no, please baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, “No Embry, no, you didn’t upset me. This, all the planning and thought you put in to this means so much to me.”

Putting the brochures to one side was the one warning that Embry had before you launched yourself at him, you lips pushing against his as you landed in his lap. He kissed you back earnestly, grinning against your lips as he did. And that’s how you spent the next few hours, locked in loving embrace and smiling about your time today and eventually planning for your future.

—-

The pack didn’t see you for a few days.
“Well you guys look a look happier.” Quil quipped when you resurfaced; he was sat on Emily and Sam’s front porch.
“What gave it away?” Embry called up to them as he carried you bridal style up to the house. You squealed playfully and kicked your legs as he jogged towards the house.
Leah grinned and elbowed Cade, “Now I don’t have to beat him up.”
“Again.” Seth added and the pack laughed.
Embry leaned down to whisper to you, “Between us, I’d rather face the newborns again than her pissed off.”
“That’s my girl.” Cade grinned and wrapped his arm around Leah’s waist making the pack laugh again. 

Embry didn’t put you down as he chose a seat and dropped himself down into it with you still in his arms.
“We have a plan.” You announced happily.
“Let’s hear it.” Sam grumbled.
Embry started, “We may have found a solution.”
You continued, “So, Embry found all these colleges not too far out of the packs territories. I found one that I like.”
“Not only does it have incredible reviews but the course that Y/N wants to do offers a special program where there could only be a couple of classes a week actually at the college and the rest of the time she’ll be with a partnering company doing the actual job.”

“We’ve already checked and there’s company in Port Angeles partnered with the college.”

“So theoretically, Y/N could stay in La Push with me – I mean us, and just commute to the classes.”
“And Embry won’t have to leave the pack. I’ve applied and I’ve just got to wait and see if they’ll take me.” You summarised and in the pause you took for breath Embry gave you a quick soft kiss.

The look of relief from the pack was evident and Sam came over to clap Embry on the shoulder in a moment of pride. Embry gave him a grin and you smiled at the exchange. You knew that they avoided the subject of their heritage, that they could share a father as well as a pack.
“Ugh look at them, full of love.” Paul groaned.
“It’s disgusting.” Jared agreed and Kim rewarded him with an elbow to the ribs.Surrounded by the laughter and love of the pack, your family, the stress of the last few days washed away but, as usual, something had to ruin it. Sam stood and the pack followed his gaze to where Jacob paced in wolf form.
“What’s the matter with him?” You asked.
Seth mumbled, “I think I know, we got an invitation to Bella’s wedding this morning.”The pack hushed and you winced, “Poor Jake.”

Embry kissed you’re the side of your head, happier than ever to have you in his life, especially knowing that Jacob was about to cause some major drama in his life.


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anonymous asked:

101. Platonic Logince! ~Your sib from another crib! ❤️

101. “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

yooo this is an amazing request my sib gets me 😂💖 ((i threw in a lil tiny bit of platonic analogical cos im trash sorry))

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“Roman!”

The prince turned around to find Logic glaring at him. What did he do to piss off that nerd now?

“Yes, Logan?”

“Did you steal my Brothers Grimm book?”

Roman scoffed in mock offense, and dramatically laid his hand on his chest.

“How dare you accuse me, a noble prince, of such a thing?”

“It’s missing, and you like fairy tales so I assumed-”

“You mean you jumped to a conclusion?”

Roman smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest in a rather smug manner. He knew he had hit a weak point, and he was damn proud of it.

“No, I just.. Look, just tell me you didn’t take it, and we never have to speak of this again. Deal?”

Roman chuckled, and made his way over to where Logan stood so he could look him in the eye.

“I didn’t take it, Logan. I have no interest in something that mutilates beautiful fairy tales into something so dark, and disturbing.”

Logan straightened his necktie as he realized what a fool he was being.

“Yes, I suppose it was rather dumb of me to think that you, “a noble prince” would steal it.“

Despite knowing Logan’s "noble prince” comment was sarcastic Roman nodded in agreement, and returned back to his seat on the couch.

“Besides your brain probably wouldn’t even be able to comprehend the somewhat complex syntactic structure they use.”

Logan was the one to smirk now, and Roman once again scoffed in mock offense.

“Okay. Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.” Roman stifled his laughter. “I’ll have you know I have read things far more complex than your twisted tales.”

Logan chuckled, and sat next to Roman on the couch.

“Shakespeare doesn’t count.”

“Okay, wow. Then what does, Logic?”

“We can discuss complex literature at another time, Roman. Right now I just want to find my book.”

“Don’t you read some of those stories to Virgil when he needs the distraction? Maybe he’s having a bad day, and decided to.. borrow it. Without asking.” Roman suggested. “Like how he "borrowed” your Alice in Wonderland puzzle book.“

Logan once again adjusted his tie, a nervous habit he’s come to adopt, as he realized just how stupid he really was being.

"Yes, I suppose you have a point. He should have been the first person to suspect.”

“Well, there you go. Go interrogate him, nerd.” Roman smirked as he playfully ruffled Logan’s hair.

“Was that really necessary?” Logan asked as he looked up at his once neat hair.

“Of course. Now go.”

Roman chuckled as he listened to Logan grumble under his breath then yell out for Virgil as he headed to wherever he was.

His chuckles evolved into hysterical laughter as he now heard Logan almost yelling at Virgil for taking another book without permission, and Virgil just laughing in response.

His fellow sides could sure be assholes at times, but he loved them nonetheless.

Exercise is good for the soul.

Fluffy nonsense with Fitness instructor Tom.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood.

“Good Morning Ladies. Welcome to my Fitness Class, Lets get started with a gentle warm up”

“Trust me  Mr, the moment I saw you I was ready and warmed up!”

“Alice hes talking, be quiet and listen”

“ ladies  touch your toes, don’t push it at first just gently stretch down and see how far you can get”

“Oh I know how far I want to get, Tom dear”

“Alice shut up”

“Oh god! hes turned round so we can see the back view, that sight will be with me all week”

“Alice do shut up and touch your toes”

“I don’t want to touch my toes I want to touch….”

“Now ladies a gentle jog on the spot raising those knees as high as you can get, like this.”

“Come on you two ladies at the back, you aren’t trying. Do you want me to come back there and sort you out?”

“Alice try harder”

“Are you kidding? at this moment in time, I couldn’t be trying harder, to not try harder in my life”

“Ladies get yourself ready for the big push and lets get started for real, I want you to give it all you’ve got and I want to see some thrust in those hips, like this….”

“Mr Hiddleston Dear…. Alice seems to have passed out”

“Is she breathing?”

“Tell him no!”

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Being the Youngest of the Cullens Would Include:

-being Carlisles biological daughter
-them being protective af
-Alice would always dress you up ( whether you liked it or not )
-Jasper and Emmett not letting you anywhere near the wolves
-if a wolf imprinted on you, all hell would break loose.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY IMPRINTED? CANT THAT MUTT JUST GO FOLLOW AROUND ANOTHER CUTE GIRL?”
-Rosalie making sure nobody ever mistreated you
-If you fell in love with anyone, they’d better prepare them self for the hurricane that was soon to come.
“No. You can’t wear that.”
“Why not? It’s cute!”
“And too short.”
“EMMETT YOU ARENT MY DAD.”
“Yes, but I am.”
“Shoot.”
-Edward would sneak into your thoughts sometimes just to make sure you’re safe
“Y/N, those aren’t very nice words.”
“EDWARD. HE TOOK THE LAST OF THE MOUNTAIN LION.”
“Finish him.”
-If you came out to them, they would all be like “That’s okay we still love you. We always will.”
-family cuddles
-Being spoiled by Alice and Edward
-Jasper teaching you how to fight, just in case you accidentally pull a Bella and end up in some crazy situation
-“Alice. I want a bubble bath.”
“And?”
“I’m gonna get bored. So come talk to me.”
-Esme would always help you with your home ec class
-Esme would be the best at comforting. She’d stroke your hair and rub circles on your skin.
-Carlisle being genuinely such a great dad
-Carlisle would always be accepting of any human friends
-Rosalie would pretend she hates cuddles. But she loves cuddles.
-Coming up with nicknames for them
Edward - Eddie or “the hair”
Bella - jingle bells
Alice - Al or Tink
Jasper - Jazz or “Major Whitlock”
Rosalie - Regina or Rosie
Emmett - Em or teddy bear
Esme - ‘May or mother dearest
Carlisle - Dracula or Dr. Dad

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Disney Soundtracks (ranked by my followers)

#23 — Alice in Wonderland (1951)

Gay Subtext & the Resident Evil Movies

I’m a lesbian Resident Evil fan. These are not intelligent movies, the plot erratically skips from track to track from movie to movie and the only thing that’s actually consistent is Alice being badass and being propped up by other badass women. And that’s why I like it. Attractive women with guns in well-choreographed fight scenes with the undead and various beasts that all look like they’ve been styled by a leatherdaddy out of Berghain. And women who also share dialogue with each other that’s not specifically about the men in the movies. What’s not to like?! I’m a lesbian, not an elitist cineast. So yeah, this is definitely my kind of movie/s.

Went to see the last one the other weekend and loved it, even though it retconned pretty large parts of the series and destroyed my headcanon of lesbian Claire Redfield. Still it was a pretty good ending to the series. It was the kind of ending I needed right now. Obviously this sent me into a RE spin again and I simply had to rewatch the other movies. And hoe-boi, that’s some good gay shit. I mean I’ve always been aware of the subtext, I’m always acutely aware of that even when it barely has a pulse, but I’d forgotten or not fully realised how truly consistent the gay is, in all of them (maybe not so much second one, but I blame that mostly on Valentine not playing ball chemistry-wise, because the writing is there to gay up if you want to). To be fair the only way the movies actually make sense is with a bisexual Alice.

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Technicolour (Betty x Jughead)

Song: Technicolour beat by Oh Wonder

Pairing: Betty x Jughead

Description: Betty has another fight with her mom which ends in tears. Jughead finds her and knows just what to do to cheer up the girl next door.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1141

 “You can’t keep me from seeing my friends, Mom.” Betty said, staring at her mom firmly. Alice Cooper’s temper flared as she looked upon her daughter. Everything began to spin out of control the minute Betty mentioned spending the night at Veronica’s house.

“I don’t want you associating yourself with those greedy, manipulative Lodge women,” she replied coolly, “You’re too smart for that and if that girl is anything like her mother, trouble follows.” Betty felt a pang of anger creeping its way out.

“She’s not like that! And neither is her mom. Stop assuming you know what they’re like when you don’t even have a clue!”

“Don’t you dare raise your voice to me!” her mom yelled back at her.

“When you insult my friends I’ll do whatever I have to do to defend them!” Betty retorted. In a flash, Alice Cooper raised a hand to her daughter and slapped her. Shocked, Betty fell to the ground, cradling her throbbing face in her hands. Tears pricked at the edges of her eyes and she stood up, running out of the house, ignoring her mother’s calls after her. She ran until she couldn’t find the strength to take another step. Breathless, she looked around and found herself at the park where she, Archie, and Jughead would play together after school when they were kids. The swings swayed lightly in the wind in a way that looked inviting. Betty walked over to one and sat down, hunching over and holding her head in her hands. After a few moments she heard a car pull up on the side of the road. Bracing herself, thinking it was her mother, she clutched onto the cold metal chains holding the swing up and held her breath.

“Betty!” a familiar voice called out to her. Recognizing who it was, she let out a relieved sigh.

“Jughead, it’s you,” she said thankful, “I thought you were my mom.” The raven haired boy exited the car and walked over to her, concern etched onto his face. 

“How did you find me?” she continued.

Whenever she saw Jughead, Betty immediately felt at ease. She could always count on him to be there when she needed him most, and right now she craved his company more than ever.

“I saw you run out of the house. I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed my dad’s truck to follow you,” he answered.

He knelt down in front of her and grabbed the chains of the swing, steadying them so he could look her in the eye.

“You okay?” he asked cautiously. Betty peered into his blue eyes and sighed. There wasn’t any use in pretending. Somehow or another she’d end up telling him everything.

“No,” she answered honestly. She proceeded to tell Jughead everything, from the invite to Veronica’s house to the fight with her mom that ensued afterwards. He listened quietly as she spoke, never interrupting to ask questions. She intentionally left out the part where her mom slapped her, knowing full well that he wouldn’t take to the information lightly. She looked down at her entangled hands in her lap when she was done. Jughead stayed quiet for a few beats.

“That’s not all,” he murmured matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean?” she asked, knowing full well what he was talking about. She still didn’t look at him.

“Betts come on. I know you. You don’t run out of the house after having a fight like that with your mom.  Something’s different,” he said. He placed two fingers on her chin bringing her face up to look him in the eye. As he did, he saw the beginning of a bruise start to form on her right cheek. He grazed his fingertips lightly over her discolored skin. Betty shivered from the contact.

“She hit you?” he whispered. Betty could hear the hurt in his voice and sighed, tears falling down her face. They both were silent as Jughead processed this. He stood up and grabbed Betty’s hand, taking her over to the truck.

“Get in,” he said. He headed over to the driver’s side and slid inside, starting the car and bringing it to life.

“Where are we going?” she asked, sliding into the passenger’s side. Jughead didn’t answer her and instead drove off onto the highway. The drive didn’t last very long, and both passengers were silent the whole way. Jughead pulled off of the highway and headed a few miles down an abandoned road. A few moments later, they pair pulled up to the parking lot of a large open meadow. Jughead hopped out of the car and stepped over to the passenger’s side, letting Betty out. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and guided her towards the back of the truck, hopping up into the bed and bringing her with him.

“Sit,” he said, taking a seat himself and leaning back. Betty tentatively sat next to him and snuggled up into his side. Instinctively, Jughead draped his right arm across her shoulders and placed a kiss on her forehead.

“You wanna tell me what this is all about?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Well it’s already working since you’re laughing,” he smiled. His fingertips traced the bare skin on her arms making her shiver.

“Look up,” he instructed. Betty looked up and gasped. Being so far away from the bright lights of Riverdale made it easier to see the millions of starts that dotted the night sky.

“Remember when we were kids,” he continued softly, “and you got mad at Archie for breaking you bike when he was trying to do tricks?” Betty nodded and smiled at the memory. Jughead had been the one to hold her hand when she cried over her bike and distracted her by taking her a nearby hill to watch the clouds and try to find pictures in each one.

“I wanted to take you someplace where you could just clear your mind for a little while. I know that parents can be a little crazy and think they always know best. But really, in the end, were the ones that are meant to make our own decisions. If we go by someone else’s story then we just become a secondary character. And you, Ms. Cooper, are a leading lady,” he said smiling down at her. Betty looked up at her best friend beaming. Without any hesitation, she leaned up and kissed him. For so long she had been wanting to show the boy she loved how much she cared about him, and in this moment, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Jughead had returned the kiss adamantly, not stopping until the two were out of breath.

“You always know just what I need to hear, Jughead Jones,” Betty said softly.

“I would do anything for you” he responded, holding her tightly.  

panglossianprolix  asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you had any dialogue prompts for prison inmates? Thanks!

Ooh what a good idea! Let me see what I can do, I hope they help:

  • “Why is your hand bleeding?” She stood abruptly, the other jumping at the sudden movement. She blinked down at her hand, watching as gems of red dried over her knuckles. “I-I don’t remember.” She said, not looking up.
  • He looked up, meeting the others eyes warily. “Why are you staring?” The other threatened glaring ferociously. He swear he saw a glimmer of black and red in his eyes. He wasn’t going insane already, was he?
  • She began scratching words and pictures into the walls with her nails. “Stop! Why do you do that? What are those symbols?” She paused, half turning so she could meet the girls eyes. Shaking her head, she turned back to the wall and carried on scraping away. “You wouldn’t know, newbie. Alice is it? I’m not insane… I just know a lot.” Alice blinked rapidly and fell silent and motionless. No one had even spoken her name in her proximity, how was she to know it was Alice?
  • “What did you do then?” He shifted to lean against the wall with his knees pulled to his chest. “I don’t want to talk about it.” he replied shortly. The other gritted his teeth, staring down at his dirty hands. “Well we may as well talk, I’m not getting out any time soon and seeing as you’ve been put in this zone, neither are you.” He grunted through clenched teeth.
  • “You’re making too much noise!” She turned sharply, registering her surroundings and standing to reach the small window and throw something out. “I wasn’t speaking.” She replied, turning towards her and leaning against the wall, slyly. “What did you just do? What did you throw out that window? I don’t want a longer sentence for some stupid prank you want to play!” The other shrugged and turned back to stare out the window.
  • Jumping off the bed, he pulled the notepad from the desk and began to scrawl letters and numbers rapidly across the page. “Am I interrupting?” He looked up to see his cellmate standing expectantly. He looked as if he’d asked a question, but being too engrossed in his notebook, he’d not heard. “Do you want me to say it again?” Suddenly the man was gripping his collar and the notebook had fallen to the ground, his pen spurting blue ink across linoleum. Four guards appeared after what felt like an eternity. He jumped back and didn’t make a move or try to speak.

I hope this is okay and they might help! If you need more in-depth or specific ones, just DM me, good luck! Lots of love from Yasmine xox

Conflict of Interests - Part II

Requests:  Please do a part 2 of “conflict of interests” I really loved it!!

OHMYGOD “Conflict of Interests” was soooo gooood!!!! Pleeease weite part 2❤❤

Conflict of interest. I loved it. Loved the tension, loved the agony, omg the feels. Could you by any means write a second part? Please please please. 😘😘😘

“Conflict of Interests” was so awesome! It would be so great if you could turn it into a series, I mean, I could literally beg you for it! Lots of love <3

Word Count: 1,465

Part 1

Originally posted by dearremuslupin

Despite all your friends agreeing that you were right and understanding you wanting to be as far from Sirius as possible, you still couldn’t get past what happened during breakfast. Several girls came up to you, some thanking you for speaking up for their broken hearts others telling you how foolish you were for rejecting the hottest boy in school. Everyone kept reminding you of what happened, even your friends with their worried looks and their attempts to spend time with you and Sirius separately, but even if people didn’t keep reminding you, you would still remember it.

Sirius’ words would haunt you at night, and sometimes even during the day. Whenever you talked to someone, his voice echoed in your head telling you how awful you were and how you only had three friends. You hated yourself for letting his words get to you, it didn’t make sense that you would care about what he said when you pretty much despised him, yet you had carried his hateful words with you ever since he spoke them.

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Listening to folks whose speech is unusual

This happens a lot, especially for autistic folks with a particular cognitive configuration:

  • An autistic person says something in the most straightforward way they can think of
  • But it’s far from the way most people say it
  • And it doesn’t occur to other people that they’re being direct
  • It’s seen as either the autistic person not understanding something, being presumptuous, or being hilarious

For instance:

  • Alice and Nancy walk into a cafeteria, which is overflowing with different food options
  • Alice (wanting a particular kind of food and not knowing how to find it): Where’s the food?
  • Nancy: Umm, everywhere?

In this example, Nancy thought Alice was just being annoying or funny and didn’t understand what she was trying to communicate. This would have been better:

  • Alice: Where’s the food?
  • Nancy: Which food do you mean?
  • Alice: Food!
  • Nancy: Are you looking for something in particular?
  • Alice: Food!
  • Nancy: Your favorite food?
  • Alice: My favorite food! Chocolate pie! Burger?
  • Nancy: They have both of those things. We will see them when we go through the line.

Or: 

  • Nathan is discussing politics with his son, Arthur
  • Nathan: What does the president do?
  • Arthur: Important stuff. Not like you do.
  • Nathan: You don’t think what I do is important?!
  • (Nathan, telling the story later, uses it as an example of how kids have no filter)
  • What Arthur actually meant was along the lines of “The president is a public figure with a lot of power, and everyone pays a lot of attention to what he says; that’s really different from how other people’s jobs work”.

This would have been better:

  • Arthur: Important stuff. Not like you do.
  • Nathan: What kind of important stuff?
  • Arthur: My fellow Americans…
  • Nathan: Important like speeches?
  • Arthur: Yes. Speeches on TV.
  • Nathan: I don’t make speeches on TV.
  • Arthur: You go to the office. 
  • etc etc

tl; dr: When autistic people communicate things, we often sound strange. Don’t assume that we’re joking or being dismissive or cute just because the way we phrase things is very different from what would feel natural to you. Listen to what we’re actually saying.

White Rabbit - Six

When Spencer and Alice entered the kitchen, Agent Hotchner was on his cell.

“Penelope, that’s a hell of a lot. Not all of them will be connected. Yes… Yes…. Alright. I’ll let you know.”

He disconnected and then looked at Alice and Reid.

“In the nine towns and counties that immediately border the Bluedove Mountain range and it’s surrounding national park, there’s been seventy bodies found. Some identified, others remaining Jane or John Does’.”

“As many as seventy? How are we not aware of these?” Dr Reid asked, eyeing Alice carefully. He noted how she slipped into the seat closest to the kitchen door. She obviously knew that would be the quickest exit for her. The girl’s eyes flickered between the Agents as they talked and the older two Manchesters watched the whole scene with looks of both concern and horror on their faces.

“The FBI were made aware of some, but we either didn’t see the cases as requiring immediate assistance or we didn’t have anything to go on and shelved them. Others, we weren’t even invited in on.”

“Over what time scale is Garcia looking?”

“She went back as far as the seventies.”

Alice was toying with the salt shaker that was placed in the centre of the small kitchen table that she’d sat at. “Discount anything before 1986 at least.”

“Are you sure?” Agent Hotchner asked her and she nodded.

“I’d think you could discount anything before 1990 to be honest. I don’t think there would have been anything in the first few years.”

“The first few years of what, Alice?” Ellen Manchester spoke up, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She was leaning against the kitchen worktop in front of the coffee machine, five mugs were set out but so far no coffee had been poured.

Alice ignored her sister’s enquiry, still playing with the salt shaker.

“Are there any other identifiers we should look for?” Spencer asked her softly, sliding into the seat next to her.

She nodded. “A tattoo or a branding. Or in some cases, missing skin on the base of the neck.”

Reid noticed that she sounded a lot calmer now than she had earlier, the only obvious sign that she was nervous was her hands fidgeting and the occasional quick scan of her eyes around the room.

“A tattoo or branding; is there a particular image that it would be?” Agent Hotchner spoke to her again.

Alice glanced at her sister and brother in law and then gathered her hair up in her fist, lifting it from neck and pulling her shirt collar down. The two agents moved to behind her, bending down to get a closer look.

Aaron squinted, he could see the detail of the black lines and could make out the shape of an animal in tribal form but he couldn’t tell what it was. He looked at Reid who was doing the same thing, his tongue poking into his cheek as he tried to work out what it was. Finally, he got it.

“It’s a rabbit right?”

Alice nodded and started to release her hair.

“Alice, can you hold it up. I need to send a photo to our technical analyst.”

She dropped her hair immediately and spun in her seat. “No photos.”

Spencer crouched so that he was eye level with her, like he would if he was communicating with a child.

“Hotch will crop the image before sending so that it literally just be the tattoo. No hair, no other skin. Just the tattoo. I presume that the tattoo’s are all identical?”

“For the most part yes. Some turned out worse than others though.” Alice made direct eye contact with him for the first time and Spencer could see bright green eyes, eyes that had obviously seen so much.

“Then there would be no way that the image could be traced back to you if it fell into the wrong hands. Not that it WILL fall into the wrong hands. You are completely safe with us. We won’t let anything else happen to you. But we need to have that picture.”

Agent Hotchner was impressed with his younger colleague. Spencer had already made a connection with the girl, he knew she was afraid and seemed to be able to put her at ease somewhat. He spoke to her softly, but assertively.

Alice slowly gathered her hair back up into her fists, making sure that every last strand was pulled into her hand. Aaron quickly took a photo on his cell and then cropped it accordingly, showing the photo to Alice for her approval. She nodded and he sent it, calling Garcia back.

“Penelope, narrow the search to after 1990 and you’re looking for cases where the body has either a tattoo or a branding of a rabbit on their neck, or an injury to the neck resulting in missing skin.” He paused and covered the mouthpiece to speak to Alice.

“Would there be any other markings anywhere else on the body?”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so, no. As far as I’m aware they’ve always used the rabbit as their emblem.”

He released the call to Penelope after telling her that he’d sent her an image to look for. Alice had unscrewed the cap to the salt shaker and was emptying the salt into her hand, making a funnel and then letting it filter back through. Ellen was staring at her disapprovingly.

“Agent Hotchner, Dr Reid, I don’t wish to be rude but what exactly is my sister helping you with here? I’ve let you into my home and now you’re talking about markings on dead bodies. I really don’t understand.”

Hotch looked between the two sisters and then down at Reid who was still crouched on the floor beside Alice who was completely focused on transferring the salt between the shaker and her hand. He didn’t even realise that she’d heard the exchange, the expression on her face was transfixed. It was only when she spoke in a dull voice that it appeared that she had been listening.

“You can tell her about the file. Robert knows anyway.”

Ellen glanced at her husband. “YOU know what this is all about?” Looking back at her younger sister she exclaimed, “You’ve confided in him, but not me!?”

“He doesn’t look at me like I’m a crazy ex drug addict. He didn’t ask constant questions and then get upset when I say I can’t tell him. He was just there when I did want to talk.”

“So he knows where you were for four and a half years? And I don’t?“

Alice looked up at her sister. “No. I haven’t told anyone where I was those years. I didn’t ever want to have to tell people where I was. I didn’t ever want to talk about it. I got out, I escaped, I survived it. That was all that mattered. But then when I was scanning news reports, I kept coming across dead bodies. Of people I knew, of people I lived with. I thought they’d have stopped when I left, that maybe losing me made them realise how wrong it was. But they didn’t stop, they’ll never stop. If I’d have stayed, it could have been me.”

Her voice started to crack and her calm nonchalant demeanour started to vanish again.

It was Spencer who finally spoke. “Stayed where, Alice.”

“Wonderland.”

A/N : bear with me here, yeah? I know it sounds ridiculous…

anonymous asked:

I fucking hate it when you upload a good video about an interesting topic and you get a bunch of dumb, condescending comments. Specially since you've said a few times you don't necessarily enjoy making them. Your videos are important to me because they're a valuable source of information on things I care about. I give a massive shit about everything you have to say, I have for years. I just hope fuckwits don't make you want to quit sharing your knowledge with those of us who do respect you.

Oh goodness, you’re more vehement on the asshole nature of many of my commentators than I am… I’m very glad you like the videos, but generally I eye-roll at the less than appropriate comments and try and answer the valid ones, otherwise I ignore the comments. It’s the Internet, and it’s YouTube. Assholes and idiots are bound to show up and mix in with the interesting and cool people, more so than irl since screens are so easy to hide behind. 

You are my Foolish, beloved Alice (Hazuki no Yume)

The song: https://youtu.be/fmpsKFmJc5I

You should stop being so frightened, my dear. It was not my fault you tried to escape, was it? Why would you try to escape this amazing wonderland I have created for us. Dear Alice. Stop holding onto your hope. There’s no use for that anymore.

But you truly are foolish and oh so adorable. Come you can struggle, scream all you want. Nobody besides me will hear you in our wonderland. Though if you are a princess still hoping for a happy ending. I am going to have to tear apart all of your clothes and carve my love into you.

What are you so desperately running away from anyway? Wasn’t making me fall for you, your fault in the first place? It is all your fault. Even though your face does look adorable when frightened like that too. I just can’t get enough of it.

It looks like you still don’t understand anything yet. What a shame. This beautiful, merry Kingdom is enveloping you and it will never let you go and soon enough you want to leave anyway.

Yet you think somebody is still looking for you, oh how silly it is of you to think that!

Say… Why don’t we just melt apart, wouldn’t be such an great ending to our beautiful love story~

My beautiful Alice, this is a Kingdom of sins. Just lose all of your senses and lose your way. Go on and forget about your past and only focus on this moment right here. Come on Alice! Let’s dance together while the Cheshire cat is grinning down on us!

Love me, and be loved by only me. At the end of this wonderful night we will both be throughouly exhausted and a beautiful sin shall be born.

Neither I, nor you, understand why. This is the only way that I know how to love. I really don’t know any other way, after all my way is only right.

“It hurts. It’s so hot. I’m in pain.”

Who do you think can hear your yells for help? Who do you think can you hear your grasping for breath? That’s right. Absolutely no-one.

I just want to hold your right now. Yes, just like that. I would wish to be more gentler with you, but the morning is coming all too soon and I gotta lock you up before that.

Say…Why won’t you love me?

Is it really so hard to do?…

Tell me Alice, when will you finally understand! When will you understand and feel the same? Can’t you see my true feelings, my whispers of love to you.

Indeed, Alice, you are so pure…

And that makes me want to dye you black eve more~

This truly is a delightful Kingdom of sins. Just forget, forget about everything but me~!

I feel exhausted. You seem to as well, by all those tears staining your cheeks.

But don’t you worry because soon…

Our sin will be born~