get her some help

anonymous asked:

whoa ok step back, daedalus built a cow suit for a woman who wanted to fuck a bull and that's why the minotaur WAS A THING? I DID NOT KNOW THIS

I honestly think that I’d be doing you a great disservice if I didn’t tell you about the time Daedalus enabled rampant bestiality, so allow me to clear this gap in your knowledge. 

Anyone who doesn’t want to read a poorly retold myth about a man who built a cow suit so realistic that it totally fooled a magic bull into laying down some absolutely quality homo-bovine dick and siring a minotaur should probably press J on their keyboard right now, but honestly if that synopsis doesn’t do it for you then you should probably just quit Greek mythology all together.

So, Minos is this guy who manages to achieve the dual feat of being both King of Crete and an incorrigible asshole. Also, the first achievement is a really tenuous one, because Minos has like a billion brothers and he’s basically Malcolm in the Middle and all his brothers are better looking than him and they have way better abs and it’s really awkward every year at Christmas because they’re all “could you pass the stuffing, Minos? Also you’re totally stuffed because I’m going to be king one day haha suck it, right on” and so Minos starts to get really worried that he’s going to lose the throne to one of his more lustrous-locked brothers and then he’ll be stuck with just the one achievement of being an incorrigible asshole and so he has a little brood and he comes up with a plan. 

One day, he goes up to Poseidon, god of the sea and all things wet (or at least that’s what he tells girls at the Olympus nightclubs) and he’s like “hey, Poseidon, could you do me a solid?” and Poseidon is like “no bro but I can do you a liquid” and they have a little manly giggle and then Minos says “no but really, I need a favour” and Poseidon is like “well, you just gave me a golden opportunity to mock the states of matter, I’m 100% up for doing any favour you want” and Minos says “well, you know how I have loads of brothers” and Poseidon is like “you mean the better looking ones?” and Minos pouts and says “looks aren’t everything, but yes, those ones” and Poseidon is like “go on” and Minos says “well, I need them to stop trying to steal the throne because it’s getting really annoying and also I can’t sleep at night any more and it’s driving my hot wife insane, could you maybe show that you totally support me being King of Crete? That way, they’ll definitely stop being dicks at Christmas” and Poseidon just nods and says “I have a great idea for how I can do this”

and Minos is like “wow, are you going to send down an army of merpeople and slaughter all my brothers in a righteous and watery battle?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “are you going to conjure up a giant tidal wave and make it destroy all my brothers’ homes but leave my palace totally intact?” and Poseidon is like “no” and Minos says “well, are you going to turn all my brothers into mermen?” and Poseidon is like “look, I’m going to send you a bull”

and Minos just blinks and says “a bull” and Poseidon nods and grins and says “yes, a bull” and Minos says “THAT’S bull” and Poseidon points behind him and says “no, THAT’S a bull” and then he brings out this fucking phenomenal bull. Like, this bull puts all other bulls to shame. It’s glowing white and it’s as big as two ordinary bulls and probably twice as virile. It’s basically overcompensation in taurine form. Anyway, this bull is so bitchin’ that immediately, all of Minos’ brothers are like “wow, nope, you can keep that throne, we don’t want Poseidon to sic his sick bull on us” and basically Minos lives happily ever after with his incredible bull.

Until eventually Poseidon shows up at Minos’ palace and says “hey, Minos, you know that really awesome bull I lent you a while back?” and Minos is like “what bull” and Poseidon is like “the magical snow white bull which gleamed in the Cretan sun like limestone and Apollo’s cheekbones” and Minos is like “oh, THAT bull” and Poseidon is like “yes, that bull, now where is it because I’m having a bull party next week and I really want it back” and Minos says “well, here’s the thing, and it’s kind of a funny story really and I’m sure we’ll laugh about it later, maybe we could even laugh about it now, ha, but anyway all jokes aside I’m keeping the bull” and Poseidon is all “like fuck you’re keeping that bull, it’s my best bull, this is bullshit” and Minos is like “that’s one of the hazards of keeping a bull, maybe you’re not cut out for it” and Poseidon says “you haven’t heard the end of this, Minos, you have made a very powerful and watery enemy” and he leaves and Minos goes and, like, pets the bull or something, I don’t know what you do with bulls.

So, Poseidon goes back to his soggy lair and formulates a plan, and he eventually comes up with something straight out of Quentin Tarantino’s brie-induced nightmares. He goes to find Aphrodite, the goddess of love and afternoon delight, and says “hey Aphrodite, first of all you look delectable and secondly I need you to help me make a woman bang a bull” and Aphrodite is like “I honestly hate this job sometimes, but you’re right, I do look delectable, tell me more” and Poseidon is like “I had this really sweet bull and I lent it to Minos so he would think I liked him and now he won’t give it back and so I need you to make his wife fall in love with the bull, it’s a foolproof vengeance plan” and Aphrodite says “you are a god” and Poseidon says “yes” and Aphrodite says “why can’t you just, you know, take back the bull with your divine power?” and Poseidon is like “look, are you going to make this woman fall in love with the bull or not” and Aphrodite is like “fuck yes, that sounds hilarious, consider it done and I want front row seats” and Poseidon is like “you are my favourite niece and occasional lover, I owe you one”

Back to the palace at Crete, where Minos’ wife, Pasiphaë, is lounging about on a contemporary equivalent to a chaise-lounge when she suddenly gets this unmistakable urge to do the do with a bull - but not just any bull, her loins quiver only for the bull in her husband’s barnyard. Instead of doing what most people would do when they realise they have an insatiable urge to make tender love to a bull and immediately committing herself to months of therapy, she thinks “I know what I have to do” and she picks up the contemporary equivalent of a phone and calls Daedalus, inventor and architect extraordinaire.

She’s all “hey, Daedalus, we have patient confidentiality, right?” and Daedalus is like “I’m not your doctor, so no” and she’s like “well, I’m your Queen, so how about you say ‘yes’ instead and I tell you what I want?” and Daedalus is like “my lips are sealed, tell me what you need” and she’s all “well, there’s this really rad guy and I totally want to just lay him down and lick chocolate sauce off his body, but there’s a hitch in my plan” and Daedalus says “yeah, you’re married” and Pasiphaë says “yes, and also he’s a bull” and Daedalus is like “do you mean he’s well hung or” and Pasiphaë is like “look man you gotta help me on this, I need me some sweet bullocking and only you can help me” and Daedalus says “I’ll do what I can, but I hope you have a damn good shower at your palace because I may need to use it for about 6 weeks afterwards” and she’s like “done, now get over here and get me some”

So Daedalus turns up and helps her, and in the blink of an eye, he’s built her this monstrous wooden cow suit. Now, the myth is not exactly clear on the mechanics of this bovine sex toy, but it’s established that Pasiphaë gets into the cow suit and goes to find her bullock beau and they make sweet, sweet cattle love all day and all night. I do not know how she manoeuvres herself inside this wooden furry abomination and frankly I do not want to know, but whatever she does is 100% successful because 9 months later she gives birth to another furry abomination. The good news is that he’s a healthy, bouncing baby boy. The bad news is that he is half baby and half bull and also he has this really annoying habit that most newborns don’t have of eating people, which means that Minos is the definition of Not Impressed with his new stepson, so he does what any sane human would do in this situation, and he calls Daedalus. 

Daedalus says “I’m in the shower, what do you want?” and Minos is like “look, my wife has committed a slight indiscretion and I need you to take care of the result” and Daedalus is like “she fucked a bull and she’s had a grotesque hybrid baby, hasn’t she” and Minos narrows his eyes and says “how do you know?” and Daedalus says “just a stab in the dark, mate, I had no hand in this at all, literally none, just let me wash my hands a minute and I’ll be right back” and Minos is like “just build something to trap that devil spawn, because it’s started to eat my servants and I never even wanted a stepson anyway, it’s just one more claim to the throne isn’t it” and Daedalus is like “dude, give me a week and it’ll be done”

and so Daedalus constructs this impenetrable labyrinth that’s so impregnable that Daedalus nearly gets lost on the way out, and they lob the minotaur tot right into the middle of it, and that’s that.

Except then the minotaur starts demanding the sacrifice of seven young men every year, who are tossed into the labyrinth and forced to play a fatal game of cat and mouse with a grotesque superpowered man-bull creature that will ultimately devour them, flesh from bone, at the heart of a labyrinth that only he can navigate, but that’s a story for another myth. Or The Maze, starring Dylan O’Brien, out in a multiplex near you.

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Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

SUMMARY OF CHY’S LIVESTREAM

-Her favorite thing about being in sg is working with the cast

-She loves her short hair

-Floriana is wonderful, and she “absolutely adores that girl”

-We will see more danvers sisters scenes soon

-Danvers sisters scenes are her favorite types of scenes

-She doesn’t think lexie grey could survive at the DEO except for moral support

-She can punch with her left hand

-She plays not really great pool, but can hit people with pool sticks like Alex

-But she’s like a “little butterfly”, and wouldn’t hurt anybody

-There is another “luthor centric epiosde” coming up so we can expect about 4 minutes of the luthors!!

-The musical crossover is “stunning”

-She can’t pick between mon-el and james (noooo pick james)

-Calista Flockhart is so lovely and is one of the tiniest people on the planet

-We might see Cat Grant soon…..

-She is so humbled by all the responses to alex’s storyline

-Alex and James will get to team up

-She keeps all her prizes like play doh and silly putty and stickers in her trailer

-Supergirl’s GLAAD nomination was  “amazing”

-She gets some pretty good memes from us of her facial expressions

-Nathan helped pick out Floriana to play Maggie

-Theres a lot of “really cool scenes” of Alex being badass

-Winn will not come out of the closet because the things coming up do not “fit into that category” but she loves the idea

-CHY LOOKED STUNNING

-SHE WAS THE MOST LOVABLE DORK THERE IS

when there’s a girl who finally likes you and you think she’s going to confess to you but you like another girl so before she gets the chance to tell you she likes you, you start telling her how there’s another girl who you like but then an older city boy appears and you assume it’s her boyfriend and that you completely misunderstood the situation

Marichat May - Kiss it Better

It’s super late, but I said I’d do it!

The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.

TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.

Paris lay in ruins.

Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.

He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth regretted releasing a power like that into the world.

The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever near.

Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.

In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.

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those who blame jj abrams’ directing skills for not being able to see how brave finn is are so pathetic
listen i’m not that much a fan of abrams either but if you haven’t thought finn is brave throughout the whole movie then you are nothing more than a racist you cannot see good black characters without stereotypes and negative thoughts and you don’t give attention they deserve

Cure (2)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane.

A/N: This might hurt a little. Just a little. 

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

It’s weird, waking up not knowing where you are. It took me a while to remember what happened last night, and it took me even longer to realise that I’m not alone in this bed; even when I’m curled around the warm body next to me, my arms around her waist and my face nuzzled into the back of her neck.

She smells familiar. She smells like.. home.

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The Prettiest Girl in School

Beneath decorations of pink, red, and white, girls danced with their sweethearts. My sights, however, were set upon she who sat alone at one of the tables, her chocolate brown eyes scanning the crowd. Between her thumb and index finger she twirled a pink rose. Her name was Vanessa, and she was, without a doubt, the prettiest girl in school, not just because of her looks but also because of her sweet, innocent disposition. From the moment I first saw her, I was lovestruck, though I could never muster up the courage to tell her how I felt. At least today I could leave her a Valentine’s Day gift.

“Did your date stand you up?” I asked, approaching her. “I guess.” she sighed. “I don’t even know who it is, only that they left this rose at my locker. It has this card tied to it that says, ‘To the prettiest girl in school’.” “Ooh, sounds like you got a secret admirer.” I teased, nudging her shoulder. She smiled timidly, her cheeks turning red. “Punch?” I offered, holding out one of two cups. “Thank you.” she said, taking it. We continued conversing, all the while watching others dance to the music that played. After about fifteen minutes, Vanessa began to grow disoriented. “Hey, are you alright?” I asked as she slouched over, head in her hands. “I…I’m not sure.” she groaned. “I feel…lightheaded all of a sudden.” “Here.” I said, helping her up. “Let’s get you outside for some fresh air.”

Outside the gymnasium, I knelt by Vanessa as she tried to regain her composure. “I think…I need to go…home now.” she managed to say. “I’ll call my parents; I can’t…drive like this.” “Well how about I bring you home?” I suggested. “Are you…sure?” she asked. “I don’t…wanna be a…burden.” “I have nothing better to do.” I answered, shrugging. “Well…okay.” she mumbled as I guided her to my car and buckled her into the passenger seat. As I started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, my heart pounded with excitement; I was looking forward to bringing the prettiest girl in school home…with me anyway. “Thanks again….for…helping me.” she slurred before her eyes fluttered closed. “Anything for my favorite student.” I replied.

Okay since it was bought up let’s do a list of Ron being a Good Friend to Hermione- despite all their Romantic Drama ™ he also always 100% had her back and did some truly amazing and sweet things. This is all just from memory and I haven’t read the books in years (though I read them so many times when I was a kid I basically have them memorized)

-We start with their Friendship Origin moment- Ron was very visibily uncomfortable and guilty when Hermione overheard him complaining about her, especially when he heard she was crying over it. Even if the troll thing hadn’t happened, he probably would have apologized. The troll thing did happen though, and like Harry, he immediately rushed to her rescue despite not getting on with her.

-Of course, there’s the time he just straight up attacked Malfoy for calling Hermione a slur, despite having a broken wand. But since Hermione didn’t really understand what had happened, he also took the time explain the whole thing to her and Harry while vomiting up slugs, and was still super angry about it to the point where he started ranting and ignoring that he was throwing up slugs. He explained it in a way that made it clear Malfoy’s views were disgusting bullshit too.

-He was so upset over her being petrified that he willingly faces down his Confirmed Worst Fear just in hopes on getting some information that could help her and stop the person who’s doing this. And yes, the books make it very obvious he is doing this for Hermione- when Harry says they should follow the spiders to the FORBIDDEN FOREST FULL OF MONSTERS, Ron is visibly terrified, but then looks over at Hermione’s empty seat and agrees. He is near catatonic with fear near spiders and it was definitely one of the the worst experiences of his life,but he did it.

-Third year, he was the one most visibly concerned about her immense workload. Part of his fixation on it was wondering how she was even taking several classes at the same time in the first place, but he was also clearly concerned that she was overexerting herself- he told her multiple times that it was a Bad Idea. He seemed concerned about this even when they weren’t speaking to each other and kept bringing it up to Harry.

-The part the movie infamously changed. You know, when Snape calls Hermione and know-it-all, bullying her in front of the class and driving her near tears, so Ron stands up and screams at him “You asked a question and she knew the answer! Why are you asking if you don’t want to know!?” He got several detentions for this. 

-When he sees Hermione is struggling a lot with helping Hagrid with Buckbeak, he feels guilty and this is what spurs him to make up with her. He then pretty much takes on the entire workload of looking up stuff to help Buckbeak because Harry and Hermione have too much on their plates. This is despite the fact he really hates busywork.

-When he sees that Death Eaters are on the loose at the cup, his mind immediately jumps to concern for Hermione and protecting her from being targeted.

-When Malfoy calls Hermione a slur again and also basically says the Death Eaters are coming for her next, Ron has to be physically restrained from attacking him and dragged away. This is while people are rioting and setting shit on fire around them.

-When Harry and Malfoy get in the fight and a spell hits Hermione, Ron is the first one to run over and try to help her. He is completely focused on helping Hermione more than anyone else- when Snape comes in and starts lecturing Harry, he interrupts him and is like “OKAY BUT CAN YOU STOP AND LOOK WHAT MALFOY DID TO HERMIONE SHE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WING OKAY”. Snape takes that opportunity to insult her appearance, once again driving her to tears, and once again Ron’s response is GO OFF on Snape and call him what is implied to be an impressive variety of curse words (Harry joins in on this and even though they are in a fight with each other at the moment they are both Briefly United in Their Mutual Love For Their Friend Hermione and honestly is is such an underrated friendship moment) (They both get detention)

-Is the one most visibly concerned that Hermione’s crusade against Rita Skeeter will lead to her getting hurt.

-There are a couple times throughout the books when he’ll compliment her without even realizing it because he’s just saying what he Knows to Be Fact and they’re always pretty adorable. One time she’s lecturing him and saying “well I was able to do this so why can’t you etc” and his response is to exasperatedly be like “Of course you can do it, you’re brilliant,” and she gets all happy about it even though he saw it as just stating the obvious. Basically, there are multiple times he lets slip how highly he regards her without realizing it. He’ll sometimes also let slip that he listens to her pretty closely even if he pretends he doesn’t.

-If Hermione’s crying, he’ll generally make the most effort to comfort her (Harry is too awkward to deal with people crying).

-He makes an active effort to compliment her, listen to her more and comfort her more in seventh year. This is partly because he read a book that gave him the amazing, shocking advice of “girls like being listened to and complimented” but it clearly also goes beyond that, as his complements quickly become genuine and are generally more focused on “omg you’re so smart look at you saving us again” than pick-up artist stuff. 

-famously, completely fucking loses it when she is tortured, sobbing and screaming and trying to break the walls down with his bare hands and all.Takes on Bellatrix Lestrange in his rampage to rescue her. Stays by her side afterwards and helps her walk etc.

Basically, yeah, Ron is pretty attentive and supportive of Hermione and the stuff she deals with too, even if he downplays it.

some more gorillaz headcanons
  • murdoc is actually pretty decent at voguing and can pull off a flawless death drop. he does it whenever he’s not getting his way and wants to be petulant about it. there have been a lot of arguments in which murdoc is about to lose but instead drops to the ground suddenly and slides away on his back, whining “you can’t maaaaake meeeee.” he’s been doing it less as he gets older but he’s still not allowed to come on supermarket trips anymore. last time russ wouldn’t let him get the sugary cereal he wanted and he death dropped in the middle of the aisle and caused a scene and a cleanup on aisle 4. 
  • everyone steals everyone else’s nail polish, even though as a whole the band has over 400 different bottles. this sometimes leads to really passive-aggressive messages in the group chat. when noodle was little, she insisted on painting everyone’s nails for them; this doesn’t happen as much anymore, but since there’s always a bottle of nail polish somewhere in reach, long conversations between people tend to be held over a communal nail painting session. 2d still can’t paint the nails on his left hand; murdoc usually paints them for him. 

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I made a tiny friend today 😁🐝

anonymous asked:

i really love that post you made about what katara would gain from being with zuko instead of a/ang. i was wondering if you could do one about what zuko would gain from being with katara instead of m@i and do it in a similar structure, directly constrasting between the two relationships?

What Zuko would gain from Zutara


Zuko would gain a partner he can confide in:

Katara: Are you okay?
Zuko: No, I’m not okay. My Uncle hates me, I know it. He loved me and supported me in every way he could and I still turned against him. How can I even face him?
Katara: Zuko, you’re sorry for what you did, right?
Zuko: More sorry than I’ve been about anything in my entire life.
Katara: Then he’ll forgive you. He will.

Rather than someone who shuts him out.

Zuko: I’ve got a lot on my mind. It’s been so long. Over three years since I was home. I wonder what’s changed. I wonder how I’ve changed.
Mαi: (yawns) I just asked if you were cold. I didn’t ask for your whole life story.

Someone who tries to heal his pain:

Zuko: I used to think this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince, cursed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I’ve realized I’m free to determine my own destiny, even if I’ll never be free of my mark.

Katara: Maybe you could be free of it.

Instead of someone who avoids it.

Mαi: Zuko, it’s just a dumb meeting. Who cares?

Zuko: I don’t.
Mai: Well good. You shouldn’t. Why would you even want to go? Just think about how things went to the last war meeting you went to.

Someone who has faith in his judgment:

Katara: What are you doing? She’s playing you. She knows she can’t take us both so she is trying to separate us.

Zuko: I know. But I can take her this time.
Katara: But even you admitted to your Uncle that you would need help facing Azula.
Zuko: There’s something off about her, I can’t explain it but she’s slipping. And this way, no one else has to get hurt.
Katara: [nods]

Rather than someone who distrusts him at the first opportunity.

Someone who shares his friends:

Katara: Get over here, Zuko! Being part of the group means being part of group hugs.

Instead of bashing them behind their backs for no reason.

Someone who gets her hands dirty:

Toph: You guys need some help?

Katara: Toph, help me plug up this drain!

Rather than someone who refuses to.

Mαi: Ughh, disgusting!

Ty Lee: Come on, you heard Azula.We have to follow them.
Mai: She can shoot all the lightning she wants at me, I am not going in that wall sludge juice.

Someone who puts her feelings aside for the greater good:

Aang: Katara?

Katara: I’ll go along with whatever you think is right.

Rather than putting the greater good aside for her feelings.


Someone who would be an amazing mom:

Instead of a terrible one.

Someone who makes imprisonment better:

Instead of worse.

Someone with strong convictions:

Katara: Earthbenders! You don’t know me, but I know of you. Every child of my water tribe village was rocked to sleep with stories of the brave Earth Kingdom and the courageous earthbenders who guard its borders.  Some of you may think that the Fire Nation has made you powerless. Yes, they have taken away your ability to bend, but they can’t take away your courage and it is your courage they should truly fear! Because it runs deeper than any mine you’ve been forced to dig, any ocean that keeps you far from home. It is the strength of your hearts that make you who you are, hearts that will remain unbroken when all rock and stone has eroded away. The time to fight back is now! I can tell you the Avatar has returned! So remember your courage, earthbenders, let us fight for our freedom!

As opposed to none.

Mαi: I don’t believe in auras.
Zuko: Yeah, you don’t believe in anything.
Mαi: Oh, well, I’m sorry I can’t be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you.

Someone who helps Zuko’s family:

Zuko: Get away from us!
Katara: Zuko, I can help!

Instead of endangering them.

Someone who flings ice daggers at the guy who betrayed her …

… Instead of the guy she is dating.

Someone who stands up for the powerless:

Katara: No. I will never, ever, ever turn my back on people who need me!

As opposed to abusing them.

Mαi: You know what will make you feel better? Ordering some servants around! I might be hungry for a whole tray of fruit tarts! And maybe a little palanquin ride around town… Double time!

Someone who apologizes for her mistakes:

Katara: I’m sorry I yelled at you before.
Zuko: It doesn’t matter.
Katara: It’s just that for so long now, whenever I would imagine the face of the enemy, it was your face.
Zuko: My face. I see.
Katara: No, no, that’s not what I meant.

Rather than turning her mistakes back on him.

And who gives everything she has to a relationship …

… instead of only taking.

He would gain someone who has his back:

Rather than someone who stabs it.

Especially when he’s done everything he can for her.

Most of all, he would gain a partner who appreciates his efforts:

Katara: But I am ready to forgive you.

Katara: I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.

Rather than someone who never appreciates anything about him, ever.

Mαi: Orange is such an awful color.

Mαi: Why would I want that?

Mαi: Thanks. This is really … refreshing.

And who doesn’t have to threaten him to stay with her.

Mαi: But don’t ever break up with me again.

Skin (Part 1)

Originally posted by beeerponglife

Summary: A party was erased from your memory, and only two people know the truth: Chuck and Reggie. 

A/N: This is a serious request, to which I would like to give a thank you to the anon who requested. Please read this with caution if you get alarmed by some of the warnings below. I love you all so much!

Pairings: Jughead x reader

Warnings: Underage drinking, rape, swearing, breakups, anger


You could barely lift your head when you woke up, in an unfamiliar bed, with an unfamiliar scent in your nose. You strained your blurred vision to see yourself under a sheet, with nothing but socks on. Alarmed, confused and scared, you threw yourself out of bed and looked around the room. It was scattered with red solo cups and torn condom packets. You looked around the floor for your dress and heels, hurriedly slipping them on and shuffling out of the room. 

The hallway was spinning, and you leaned on the wall for support. Instead, your hand was met with a picture on the wall. You faintly made out the face of Chuck Clayton, and then, a panic settled into your stomach, burrowing farther and farther down. So hard, that you collapsed to your knees and threw up on the carpet in the hall. The alcohol from the previous night burned your nose and throat. Tears of acid ran down your cheeks.

What happened last night?


That whole Sunday, you stayed in the bathtub filled with water. You poked at the bruises on your hips, the purple marks down your chest. They were unfamiliar. The night slowly faded back into your head, but in seconds and fragments. You could hear groans coming from the back of your skull. They didn’t sound like Jughead. Nothing felt normal in those moments. 

You looked over at the clock in your bathroom, which read 6:17. You hoisted yourself painfully out of the tub and slowly wrapped a towel around your body. Then, you heard heavy footsteps make their way into your room. A heavy pounding came from the bathroom door.

“(Y/N)?”

You felt relieved to hear Jughead’s voice, the only thing that felt right. You could finally tell him that little you know, how you needed hel-

Jughead slammed open the door, his eyes puffy and red. He pointed a finger at you, small sobs escape his lips. 

“You. You fucking whore! I can’t believe you actually cheated on me, like that. You tossed me aside like I was a piece in your damn slutty game of chess! What even was I? Did I mean anything to you? Actually, I don’t need to know. I hope you can have fun showing off those hickies to the whole school, wearing them like jewelery. Because we are done. I hate you so, so much (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

His voice cracked during every sentence. Jughead wiped his nose with his sleeve and walked out of the bathroom. You fell back onto the toilet seat cover and covered your mouth, muffling your sobs. The air was cold in the bathroom, and you climbed back into the tub, slowly pushing your head underwater, seeing how long you could hold your breath before choking on water.


You didn’t show up to school on Monday. Or Tuesday. Jughead knew you wouldn’t show your face. He told the rest of the group what happened. The whole school knew. Chuck shared the stories like they were a prize. He talked about your ‘moans’, how you asked him for more. He even said that you claimed him to be ‘better than Jughead’.

The comments made Jughead’s blood boil. He was at the lunch table with everyone, puffy eyes scrolling through the novel on his computer. Every part you were in, he scrapped. Deleted, forgotten. Nobody in your group expected this from you. Veronica didn’t believe it. Although she’d only known you for a few months, you weren’t somebody to fuck then flake. Betty and Archie were numb to the thought. You three were best friends since diapers. It was uncharacteristic to them. But, what happens behind closed doors was a mystery.

Everyone was dragged from their thoughts to see Reggie Mantle sit down at their table.

“Is (Y/N) okay?”

Jughead scoffed and looked up, glaring at Reggie.

“Do you really think I need to know what my ex is doing with Chuck?”

Reggie sat up straight, concern settling into the creases on his face.

“You two broke up? How could you? Did she… Did she tell you what happened?”

Archie, Betty and Veronica leaned into Reggie, waiting. Jughead sighed, wanting this moment to be over with. He looked up at Reggie, making a hand gesture to have him say whatever bullshit would come out of his mou-

“(Y/N) got raped at the party. Chuck challenged (Y/N) to play beer pong, but he drugged all of her cups. By the end of it, he took (Y/N) upstairs to ‘help’ her lie down and get some rest, but I walked by the room. I heard pleas and cries to stop. I heard his groans through the screams. And I can’t get the agonizing thoughts out of my head. The door was locked, I even tried to break it down. But fuck, what Chuck is saying isn’t true. You all deserve to know.”

Jughead clenched his jaw and made fists, knuckles going white. Everyone at the table was in shock, sitting in a cold sweat. Archie made the first move by standing up and walking over to Chuck. In one cold sweep, he sucker punched him in the jaw, and when he hit the ground, Archie got on him and started beating him senseless.

Betty got up to get a teacher, to alert them of what she heard. Veronica looked at Reggie, put her hand on his shoulder and looked at Jughead.

“Go to her.”

Jughead whipped up from the table, grabbing his computer and shoving it into his bag. He stopped momentarily to watch the chaos of Archie and Chuck. He looked at Reggie and they did a silent thank you. Jughead ran out of the caf and out of the school. He needed to see you.

Hunting Eggs.

Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx

All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE


At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not. 

You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors' 

“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek, 

“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you. 

“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning. 

“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny. 

Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension. 

“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.

 *** *** 

At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions. 

Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin. 

He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping. 


You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping. 

“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs, 

“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her. 

You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head. 

*** ***

“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin. 

“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that. 

Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it. 

“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet. 

Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart.
To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty. 

Of course, Niall and Harry love it. 

“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass. 

She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected. 

“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder. 

“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket. 

“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones. 

Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s. 

“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs. 

“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.

 Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“ 

"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs. 

Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children. 

You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him. 

“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine. 

“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie. 

“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine. 

“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself. 

There are just some stories he does not need to hear. 

“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while. 

“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head, 

“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.

“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

This is not one of my usual letters but my wife-to-be asked if I could ask you a favor! 

She’s working on an art project about the stigma young lgbt+ people face and it’d help her a lot to get some suggestions from you. 

Her question is “What are some things you heard people compare your identity to?” 

It can be positive or negative comparisons. Here are two examples: 

Positive: Being gay is as normal as being straight 

Negative: Being gay is like a mental illness. 

(Of course the second statement here is utter bullsh*t and not true at all but it’s something I’ve heard people say to me). 

She’ll share her project with us after she’s done, so you can see your contribution featured! 

You can add your first name, location and age but it’s optional. Only add it if you feel comfortable with it! 

You can send me a message or reply to this post. 

We are looking forward to your replies! <3 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom (and her wife-to-be) 

PS: Especially negative statements may be uncomfortable for you to think about. If this is the case, please do feel in no way forced to share that painful memory with us. 

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ive been having somewhat of an art-based identity crisis over the last few days so to rectify that i decided to draw my fav trashbaby in the styles of some of this fandoms sweethearts, i love all of you and ur art (even tho my lame attempts at imitating it doest make it seem that way 😅😅), thank you for making this fandom a great place to be! but that said if me doing this makes any of you uncomfortable then im more than happy to take this down 😙 

@gaybellethorn @jashtah @everaftermonsterhigh @the-princess-of-fandomness

youcancallmecirce  asked:

“How did you even manage to do that!?” MariChat

For my favorite @youcancallmecirce <3


“How did you even manage to do that?!” Marinette cackled, doubling over. “You look so ridiculous!”

“That is not helpful,” Chat Noir huffed.

She straightened up and tried to school her face into something more serious. “You’re right. I’m sorry, kitty. Please tell me how you found yourself half naked and trapped in your own suit on my balcony this warm Tuesday evening.”

“Marinette,” he whined. “It’s hot out here. Can’t we talk inside?”

“You’re not coming in my room with half your suit hanging off of you. It would seriously be the one time my parents come to check on me when you’re visiting. Nope. No sir,” she shook her head, sitting down on her lounger. “Now explain.”

Chat Noir’s shoulders slumped. “Fine,” he sighed. “So I came to visit you like I do.” Marinette nodded in confirmation. “And you weren’t home yet so I didn’t want to let myself in because that would’ve been rude.”

“Very true. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Anyway, I’m out here waiting on you and it’s getting quite warm and I thought, ‘Hey, Chat, you have this handy dandy zipper on your suit, why not unzip it a little and let some cool air in?’”

“That seems reasonable,” Marinette agreed.

“One would think. So I unzip my handy dandy zipper and it was nice for a few minutes.”

“But then you got hot again?”

He nodded. “Then I got hot again. So I thought, ‘Hey, Chat, why don’t you take your arms out of the sleeves?’ Because surely I would feel cooler then.”

“Makes sense.”

“Well, apparently, these stupid wrist cuffs, which serve no purpose that I can find, are superglued to my skin when I’m transformed. So I got one arm worked out and I couldn’t get my hand to budge, but it’s my ring hand.” Chat Noir held up said hand, the green paw print glinting in the moonlight. “I thought maybe this glove couldn’t come off because of my ring so maybe I should try the other side.”

“Oh, kitty.”

“Yeah. And that’s the story of why I’m tangled up in my own suit and half naked on your balcony this warm Tuesday evening.”

Marinette looked him over, a new emotion flashing in her eyes. “Do you want some help trying to get it back on?”

Chat Noir gulped. “Uh, well, I don’t…I’m kind of sweaty.”

“I can see that,” she replied, her eyes much lower than his face. “Your skin is all…shiny…”

“And…and I probably don’t smell that great right now…”

“I’m sure you smell just fine…”

“Um, Princess, I think you’re drooling.”


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“To The One Who Loves Her Next." - Grayson Dolan X Reader

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X Reader

Word Count: 932

Prompt: Grayson writes a letter to a girl he’s still in love with’s new man.

Warnings: Sad Gray:(

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t been working on the blurbs and prompts and stuff. But I wrote this to hopefully make up for it. More imagines will be out soon! xx



“To the one who loves her next, 

 She’s terrified of bugs. So if you’re out one night with your friends and she’s home and she texts you freaking out because there’s a spider on her window, please go home and kill it. She’ll get upset and won’t sleep otherwise.

 She’s a total book worm. She adores all types of genre’s, and will always make time to read. Do not take that time away from her. Make sure she always gets some reading time in. It helps her decompress. She is also very big on studying and making sure she does well in school. She won’t reply for hours and sometimes you won’t hear from or see her for a week. You’ll take that personally. Don’t. She’s simply taking care of herself so that she does well in the future. She’ll tell you she loves you and will talk about how much she missed you when she was gone. 

 Some nights, when she goes out and drinks a little too much, she’ll call you to come pick her up, hiccuping into the phone until you arrive to the bar. When you get her home and into bed, she’ll fuss and pout for a bit before she gets playful. She’ll keep you up all night giggling and tickling you repeating “I love you and i’m sorry i’m obnoxious.” She is not obnoxious. Be sure she drinks plenty of water before she passes out or else she’ll be miserable in the morning.  

She gets extremely jealous. My god, she gets so jealous. And when she does, it doesn’t take long for her to do so. Those soft hazel eyes will turn cold. She beats herself up about that, and she doesn’t mean to be so possessive. Just keep in mind that she loves you. Reassure her that you love her too.

 On that note, she needs constant reassurance. Tell her you love her whenever you can, and mean it. If you can’t do that, then leave her. She deserves so much more than that.

 She is the most kind hearted, beautiful, strong, and independent woman i know. But her self esteem is low and she is so insecure. It still breaks my heart. So when you two get into a fight, which i know you will because she’s stubborn as hell, she will say “you don’t love me.” Do not get upset. Simply remind her that you do and name every possible reason why and she’ll come around again.  

Please remember that her dog comes first. Always. Rocky means the world to her, and she’d do anything for that pup.

 Pay attention to the little things about her. Notice how she clicks her tongue when she’s thinking, how she kicks her feet when she’s sleeping. Notice how she’ll turn red at the slightest compliments or slightly ignore you if you’ve upset her. Notice how she takes her coffee and how she puts 3 spoonfuls of sugar in her tea. She will notice. 

 She is very sensitive. Do not raise your voice at her. Ever. She may be stubborn but it doesn’t take much for her to start crying. Watch what you say around her. If you say something stupid and uncalled for, it will be stuck in her head and start to think it’s true. Do not tease her for being emotional. She cannot help it. She is the sweetest girl to ever walk the Earth. Do not ruin that.

 When she’s having a breakdown or an anxiety attack, wrap her in your arms and do not let her go, no matter what she tells you or how hard she tries to get out of your grip. Rub her back and whisper soothing things in her ear. It will calm her down immensely. Tell her she’s okay and that she’s safe with you, and that she has medication if she needs it.

 If you cannot treat her like royalty; like the princess she is, then let someone else. That girl deserves the world. Give her the love, care and respect she deserves. And if you know you can’t, give someone else the opportunity to do so. 

 Losing her is a pain you will never shake. It’s a feeling I would never wish upon anyone. Your world will come crashing down and you’ll feel helpless and lost with no direction. You’ll realize that she meant more to you than you’d ever realized and your heart will fall out of your chest and onto the ground beneath you, smashing into a thousand little fragments. Those pieces will never fit together like they used to. Do not let her go. It will be the biggest mistake you’ll ever make. I’d know because I’ve done so myself. 

 Don’t let her go, because not only will it break you, but it will break her. She’s gone through so much in her life already and she can’t handle much more. That, I know for a fact. She is fragile. She will love you with every bone in her body and everything she has to offer. Please give her the same. Don’t take advantage of the love she’s providing. 

 I am begging you not to hurt her. She is such a bright girl. Don’t let her sparkle die out.

 Give her your all and she’ll return the favor. She’ll change your perspective on life and make everything okay again. As long as you give her the world, you’ll never need to ask the universe for another thing ever again.

 Please remember that. 

 Sincerely, a man who couldn’t give her what she deserves.”