god why do i do these things

anonymous asked:

can you do one where jughead gets really mad at betty and they get in a fight and hes screaming and she gets scared because he reminds her of her mom and then he realizes shes afraid and you can decide what happens from there

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Here’s a quick little one shot

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“Well maybe I didn’t want to go see Kevin okay?! I don’t always have to be around your friends Betty God! You never listen.” Jughead slammed the front door, shaking the entire trailer as Betty visibly jumped before turning to Jughead with disappointed eyes

“I was just trying to help juggie! Why is it that every time I try to do something nice for you, we end up in some ridiculous fight?” Betty dropped her coat on the couch

“You’re not being “nice” Betty, you’re being overbearing, per usual, and you think you’re doing the right thing, but you never are! Why can’t you see that?!“ He knew he was going overboard, he knew he didn’t mean the angry words he was saying but try as he might he couldn’t stop them from spilling out of his mouth.

"Jug..” she whispered quietly, hurt reflecting in her shiny green eyes.

“No! I’m so sick of always being the bad guy, just because you don’t agree with what I have to say. You’re wrong Betty! You’re always wrong and you don’t even see it!” He slammed his fists into the table, his eyes going wide as he looked down at the broken glass now shattered on the floor.

Betty wrapped her arms around her torso and squeezed, shrinking away towards the couch. Her eyes were filled with fear as she bent down to pick up the broken pieces of glass

“Okay. Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have talked to Kevin, it’s your grade and I shouldn’t have asked him to help you. I’m so sorry. I’ll clean it up.” Her words were rushed and she was hastily holding sharp pieces of glass.

He was such an asshole.

“Bets.” He started towards her, his voice soft and soothing as he bent down to take the broken pieces out of her hands

She stiffened
“it’s okay, I can clean it up. It’s okay” she repeated, slouching out of her boyfriends reach.

“Hey.. hey.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that, I didn’t mean any of it. I’m sorry I yelled, I’m sorry I scared you.” His fingers gently stroked her cheek as she dropped the glass back onto the floor, looking up at him with defeated eyes.

“My mom. She gets like that with me sometimes too… I know.. I know I can be a lot to handle and I know that maybe I don’t always think..”

Jughead cut her off as he wrapped her in arms, clutching her shaking shoulders
“I’m an asshole. I’m the textbook definition of an asshole and I’m so sorry, I love you and I appreciate everything you do for me. I just.. I close myself off when someone tries to help me, I didn’t want Kevin feeling bad for me. I didn’t want him to think I was stupid for needing a tutor.”

Betty pulled away slightly, her arms still wrapped around her lower body
“I should have asked you. I should have checked with you first.

The dark haired boy shook his head
"No, you were being Betty Cooper, the girl I love more than anything in this world. There’s no excuse for the way I yelled at you. It won’t happen again, I promise.” He gently pried her arms free and she placed them around his neck, drawing her lips to his

“I shouldn’t be so sensitive.” She mumbled.

Jughead picked her up bridal style, smiling as she squealed

“I happen to like you sensitive Betty Cooper.”

He laughter trailed off as he closed the door to his bedroom.

They would be okay, they always were.

krazybomb  asked:

So.... My story has this background of an enormously powerful eldritch being ( the blood queen piscaethces) heading to intercept the material plane- not invade it, just briefly intercept it which would cause all sorts of chaos and horrible things since the last time that happened the aboleths were made- and a 'villian' saw it in a vision and is going to drastic lengths to prevent and repel her.... I can't for the life of me figure out what to do with the gods though and why they might do nothing

Hm. Perhaps the gods can’t do anything about such a powerful being, or maybe they’re already doing everything they can and it isn’t enough. Alternatively, they may be at odds with each other. Some chaos gods or darker gods may bring on the being, or some survival gods may decide it’s a worthwhile test for the material plane. Other good gods and those of order may fiercely appose the being, and the gods may have to fight with each other through physical battles, manipulation, and pitting their followers against one another.

A dark possibility could be that the being’s presence and influence has rendered some gods helpless, injured, dead, mutated, or even under its control.
It sounds like a nice concept. Feel free to send in another ask, any time!

In light of an unfortunate display of ignorance I witnessed today, let me take a moment to make something blatantly clear, for anybody that needs it:

-making fun of someone for using a fidget spinner, to the point of them displaying obvious embarrassment and shame, is disgusting. 

-when you say things like “Oh my GOD, I hate those spinners! They’re so annoying, what are they even for haha” you are being willfully ignorant. Spinners are marketed towards people with anxiety, PTSD, OCD, ADD/ADHD, Autistic people, and many other people with brains different from yours that need an outlet to focus, relax, relieve sensory-related issues, and many other things that yours does automatically. Most of the ones I see advertised even specify “For anxiety/stress/ADHD/Autism/etc”

-Making fun of someone for other behaviors such as rocking, hand flapping, echolalia, hair twirling, skin picking, hair pulling, etc is in fact, also a shitty thing of you to do. It’s also unnecessary, cruel, and humiliates the person who is doing those things.

-Don’t make fun of people who use fidget spinners. Don’t make fun of people who stim. I don’t give a rat’s ass if you think it’s unnecessary, or it “looks weird” or it “looks gross.” Don’t do it. You KNOW what you’re doing. I know what you’re doing. I’ve had it, I’m done.

best lines in always sunny history

1. pepe silvia monologue
2. name’s artemis. i got a bleached asshole.
3. stupid science bitch couldn’t even make i more smarter
4. your hair looks small
5. can i offer you a nice egg in this trying time
6. everybody’s dying, bitch. let’s get you some fruit.
7. oops, i dropped my monster condom i use for my magnum dong
8. newsflash, asshole, i’ve been hearing it the entire goddamn time
9. i do not like it with the skin dee i am not ALLOWED
10. charlie, i do a backflip every day of my life
11. b-b-b-b-bad pussy
12. did you fuck my mom santa claus
13. been there? not physically.
14. well first of all through god all things are possible so jot that down.
15. question: dennis is asshole. why charlie hate? / answer: because dennis is a bastard man.
16. milksteak
17. you know what it is bitch
18. denim chicken?

A Half God with Daddy Issues

Some backstory: It was a homebrew campaign. We got finished fighting a Dragonborn who killed our half deity friend, Tristan. He was brought back to life by an NPC Priest, Kailee, later that night our half God visits her and…we didn’t expect what would happen next.

Tristan: “I need your help..”

Kailee: “Sure, what do you need?”

Tristan: “You brought me back from death once, right?”

Kailee: “Um…yes? Why do you need?”

Tristan OOC: I pull out my skinning knife. And hesitantly stab myself through the temple. 

Tristan: “I have to talk with my dad.”

DM: -Silence- 

DM, now Tristan’s Father: Hello My Son.

Tristan OOC: I punch him.

Our Party Erupted into laughter.

heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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Aliens watching out for their humans

So most of the stories I’ve seen in the Humans-Are-Weird/Space-Australia/Space-Orcs have had aliens being completely accepting and mostly one human explaining things.

So what would happen when the alien crew who loved their human and easily accepted that their brain didn’t always work right encountered as absolute asshole?

“Human Katyleen, I do not understand why you are upset about Human Sarah traveling with our crew?”

“Because psychos like her should be locked up Galthor! God first it’s rude to call them nutjobs when they are now they get to take the spots that people like me deserve!”

“Do you have the ability to lift a Bilibithor above your head?”

“No but-”

“Ah! You must be able to out-talk a Fiffifin then!”

“They use so many alliterations it makes no sense!”

“Are you able to correctly change speeds to prevent a hyper speed collision that is, the earth term is inches correct?”

“She is still a psycho! She could snap at any time and kill you all!”

“I believe Human Sarah told us about your kind.”

“What did she say?”

“I believe the terms used is cunt.”

OK guys hear me out on this but- I think that the entire TAZ world, or at least the seven red-robes are running on a constant majoras mask/refuge year long loop that resets with the earth being devoured by The Hunger, and that there is a second voidfish that (up until now) kept this a secret

There will be a tl;dr at the end

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Ignore This Text

Summary: Sam somehow gets a favor out of Bucky, resulting in a very awkward confrontation with a local barista.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,980

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Every Sunday morning, at precisely 8:45, Bucky finds himself at a quaint, little cafe just a block away from the Brooklyn apartment himself, Steve, and Sam, who he finds utterly unbearable, live together. Like clockwork, he’ll wake up, argue with Sam about him eating the rest of whatever food Bucky was attempting to have for breakfast, Steve offering to go grocery shopping the umpteenth time that week, and with Bucky frustratingly storming out of the apartment subconsciously heading towards the cafe with the best muffins and no with Sam Wilson in sight.

Just like all the weeks before, Bucky’s feet hurriedly carry himself down the empty morning sidewalk as he groans in annoyance. This Sunday Sam had decided to finish off the carton of egg whites, that clearly had a bright blue sticky-note with Bucky’s name on it, and to use up all the hot water in the apartment. It seemed as if this man’s purpose on Earth was to make Bucky Barnes’ life more difficult than it had to be.

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Get Into My Car

Title: Get Into My Car

Summary:  Dean and the reader are enjoying a night out, until someone ruins the evening

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Reader

Word Count: 1889

Warnings:  Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw

Author’s Notes:  Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.

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Voltron as Alarm Clocks AU

How do I keep ending up doing these? I have learned way to much about alarm clocks in the past hour. 

Keith: The “Shoot to Shut it off Clock”

Pidge: The “Retro Cool Clock but a Pain in the Ass”

Lance: The “Just Slam the Damn thing” Clock

Hunk: The “Oh my God it makes Bacon” Alarm Clock

Shiro: The “Shiro is a ticking time bomb how much time do we have left with him if Shiro dies we riot, wheres Shiro oh my GOD” Clock

Allura: “The insults you till you get Out of Bed” Clock

Coran: “The Classic Annoying” Alarm Clock

This is the life I chose. Enjoy.

I feel like guys often get the chance to play the anti-hero. If you think about Walter White from Breaking Bad, by the end of that show he’s a despicable human being, but you’re rooting for him and you hate him and love him at the same time. I feel like there are so many more opportunities for men to play those kinds of roles. Characters who don’t fit into a box and are kind of good and bad and ethically murky. I feel like it’s happening more and more for women, but so often you still read roles that fall into “someone’s wife” or “virgin whore.” I love that Laura is a jerk. She’s a real a–hole. Not only that, but she feels no shame about it. Obviously you want to empathize with the character that you’re playing, and so I’ve thought a lot about where her attitude and views come from, but I love the fact that there will be times when the audience won’t empathize with her at all. I think that’s exciting and interesting. Again, you watch The Sopranos and you’re not always like, “Oh, I understand why Tony’s doing all these things he’s doing!” It’s like, no. Sometimes it’s just sh–ty! Sometimes you just do a shitty thing. And that’s how people work.
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“fuck him,” kevin said, sliding a little further down the door.
“fuck all of them. waste of time to be angry. they should be afraid.”
“hell hath no fury,” andrew said. 

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Anon: Can you please do one where lance is self-doubting and staying up really late and training? Like he gets really sick from not sleeping. Like can’t keep anything down sick. It’s okay if you don’t want to do or you already did this already. Please and thank you!

Anon: Maybe something where Lance is getting berrated (idk why) and Keith comes to his defense like in intensness or something.

A/N: When I started writing this, I didn’t intend for it to be so dark. Hot damn. Deep shit ahead. Also, I’m horrible at pet-names. I tried to write from 3rd person Keith instead of omniscient so here we go ᕕ(ツ)ᕗ

It was a particularly depressing mission.

The Blue Paladin had to make a near-impossible choice. Surrender Voltron, or surrender a resource-heavy planet and all its inhabitants. Death wasn’t mentioned in either scenario, but it was very heavily implied. In the end, Lance made the choice to save Voltron on the basis that they would save many many other planets by defeating Zarkon in the long run.

But that didn’t mean a whole planet’s worth of deaths wasn’t weighing on his soul.

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My fp: ends sentence with a period, doesn’t respond to my text for .05 seconds,

Me: what did I do? did I do something wrong? why is his response time .02 seconds later than usual? does he not like me anymore? what am I supposed to do without him? how will I be able to assuredly live alone, forever, because I will never find anyone else? god i’m such a worthless ugly person anyways no wonder he left me. you know what? fine! fine. I didn’t even like him that much. I don’t need him. he’s yesterdays news and like? that thing he said on August 13th 2015 kind of pissed me off anyways. i’ll find someone else! i’m reinstalling tinder right now. i bet lots of boys will love me. after all have you seen me? i’m beautiful sweaty :) get blocked :)

my fp: hey sorry my mom called!! i just had to let her in the house haha :)

me: so I was thinking a June wedding?