her reaction is 'to each his own' :(

Things I'm happy they changed for the Harry Potter movies/added

I always see posts about what we wish was in the movies/they didn’t change, and there are SO MANY THINGS THAT FIT THAT LIST. But honestly the movies did a great job and stayed pretty true to the books. SO, here’s a post to point out the great things the movies did! Please add on and let’s celebrate the movies that brought these amazing books to life!

  • Adding the word Potter to… “Scared Potter?” “You wish.”
  • Showing us what Neville forgot was to wear his robes
  • Bellatrix torturing Hermione by carving the word mudblood into her arm
  • Barty Crouch Jr. licking his lips (good job David)
  • Amos Diggory’s reaction to his son dying
  • “Look at it this way: every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now – students. If they can do it, why not us?” 
  • In the OotP when they’re in the Hog’s Head a goat walks by… Aberforth owns the Hog’s Head/is the barman
  • Slughorn’s story about Lily and the fish
  • Voldemort hugging Draco
  • Showing Lupin and Tonks reaching for each other and just not touching. It killed me, but I loved it.
  • Continually having Seamus blow up things through out the movies
  • “I’ve always wanted to use that spell!”
  • Showing them just being kids and having fun! PoA scene where the boys eat the candy and make the animal noises

I really want an avatar series that follows the gaang after atla and before lok; maybe even a little past Korra’s birth. And I’m not talking about the comic books. I just want to see them grow and transition into adulthood –and eventually deal with getting old. I just have so many questions about their lives. What other crazy adventures did they go on? What other villains did they face? How did Aang find the other air bison? What’s the story behind Aang and Katara’s engagement? Did Sokka and Suki stay together? Who the frick did Zuko end up with? For a girl how hates authority and rules, what inspired Toph to be the chief of Republic City PD? What other whacky inventions did Sokka create? Did he contribute to the technological changes we see in lok? Did everyone in the gaang maintain their close relationships within the group? How did they deal with the inevitable drift away from each other as commitments drew individuals elsewhere? What was domestic life like for the gaang? How did Aang find out Tenzin was an airbender? What was his reaction? What were the first few months of motherhood like for Toph? What was Zuko like as a father? Did his relationship with his own father create fears of becoming one himself? How did Zuko deal with Ozai’s death? How did he deal with the loss of his uncle? Was Azula still alive in lok? How did she live her life? What was her relationship with Zuko like as time continued? When did Appa die? Like the avatar may have sustained Aang’s youth, but what about Appa’s? How did Katara deal with her brother’s death? With Aang’s death? How did she react when she first saw Korra? Etc etc etc…

I just want to know everything there is about these characters I grew up with.

First

Summary: A series of firsts for Bucky lead him to fall in love.

Word count: 3604

Warnings: mentions of blood, reader injury

Prompt: Love: a feeling of strong emotion.

Synonyms: fondness, warmth, intimacy, attachment, yearning, infatuation, adoration, devotion

A/N: this is for @sanjariti’s 7k writing challenge, my prompt was the word ‘Love’

All Bucky could think as he walked into that building was that he didn’t belong here, here where all the good in the world was concentrated and where people fought relentlessly for the side he wasn’t on. He was evil. He’d committed more atrocities in half a lifetime than probably anyone in the country, the world even would ever consider doing. He was roused from his thoughts when his best friend Steve placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. ‘Wait until you meet (Y/N)’ he’d said. ‘You’ll love her’. He was doubtful. He wasn’t even sure if he still had a heart and if he had no heart how could he hope to feel anything but fear and hatred? How could he feel love? When he thought about his heart, about whether it was still there or not, he always envisioned a shrivelled lump of charred muscle, beating but only just. Sometimes he didn’t even see this, sometimes it was just a vacuum, a dark void, a pathway to hell. He was forced to look up when Steve introduced her and when he did he was sure he’d died in Siberia. She was an angel, a goddess and for some reason he couldn’t fathom she was smiling at him. When he first saw her he was an empty shell of darkness. When he first touched her, when she bound up to him and embraced him as though she made known him her whole life, the shell began to crack and a single beam of light was projected onto his soul. When she left his arms she took his broken heart with her, holding it in her delicate hands and preparing to nurture it with such a powerful love that it would soon resemble that of a heart belonging to a human.


Bucky had been sat, staring at her empty chair and frowning the first time he’d felt anything close to human emotion. A meeting for the whole team surely included (Y/N) and yet she wasn’t here. The man with the eyepatch started without her, only making him frown more.

She was still in her bedroom, hopping around and hastily trying to tug a sock onto her foot. Cursing repeatedly as she had done since she woke up, checked the time and realised that she had way over slept and would definitely be late for the meeting, she picked up a rogue hair tie and on her way to running to the conference room pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. When she burst in everyone had looked at her, instantly grinning despite her interruption and as she mumbled apologies even the Director Fury had been unable to hide an affectionate smile. Bucky had watched with bated breath as she rushed over to her seat and sat down heavily next to him, huffing as she took out a notebook and a pen and only when he felt her arm pressed against his did he allow himself to exhale. His eyes didn’t leave her as she leant over to him to copy his notes on what she’d missed and could not help but smile with a great fondness for her. It had seemed so natural then that he didn’t register that this had been the first time he’d smiled since he got here.

After this he smiled every time he saw her, powerless against her beautiful grin and bubbly personality and each day his own smile grew ever brighter. It had almost become a knee jerk reaction to seeing her.


The first time he’d not felt like a monster was also because of her. Against his will Steve had made him come down and join the others for a movie night, saying it would help him bond with the team and when he entered the common area he threw himself down on one of the couches and stretched his legs out across the full length of it. When she walked in, cocooned in a blanket his eyes lit up and he grinned. Her eyes met his with the same expression and she shuffled over to him. When he went to move his legs so she could sit down she had shook her head and pulled them silently back to where they were before. ‘Can I lay on top of you Buck?’ she had whispered and the whole room fell silent as if bracing themselves for his answer. He nodded and held his breath, his pulse accelerating as she climbed onto him, resting her head gently on his chest and intertwining her legs with his. When his arms reached around her waist and his hands joined at the bottom of her back she hummed contentedly and a burning warmth exploded inside of him, illuminating even the darkest corners of his soul. He smiled softly as she fell asleep on his chest.


The first time he saw her cry was one of the most painful experiences of his life. The way she had looked up at him, her eyes filled with sorrow as he entered the kitchen to escape from another nightmare made his chest ache and he felt the need to comfort her. When he’d asked her if she was ok it was like he’d ripped down the flood barrier and she wept, her shoulders shaking, her hands tightening around the glass of water she gripped. He instantly went to her and held her close to his body and when he felt the sobbing subside he pulled her away and looked into her watery eyes. ‘What’s wrong?’ he inquired, wanting desperately to help her.

‘It’s back home’ she rasped between shaky breaths. ‘My mom, she’s been in an accident, they don’t know if she’ll make it’. At these words she released a heart wrenching sob and collapsed back into fitful weeping. He simply took her by the hand and led her to her own room, got a bag out and began packing all her essential items while she stood watching, unsure of what he was doing. He handed her the bag and once again took the lead down to the hangar, to Tony Stark’s private jet and told her to get on it, go visit her mother and leave Stark to him. ‘Buck you’re the best’ she’d whispered in his ear as she pulled him in for a hug and he felt a new intimacy with her that made his heart swell and beat harder than it ever had before.


The first time she went on a mission without him felt like he had lost some part of himself that he wasn’t going to get back until she returned. One day. One day she’d been gone and already he missed her gorgeous (Y/E/C) irises, lit up by a wide grin. He missed how she made him feel normal and now that she wasn’t there he began to notice the way the others looked at him, either with pity or disgust, and he hated it. The previous night he’d had the worst nightmares he’d ever experienced. Despite knowing that she was brilliantly trained and could look after herself with ease he tortured himself with mental images of her in danger, her perfect face twisted with fright and pain and he woke, screaming and soaked with sweat.

She’d be gone for a month. A whole month. If this was what it was like after a day he dreaded to think of himself in a month, of how much of a wreck he’d be. To distract himself he took Steve’s advice, to jot down or think of all the things that drew him to her. He’d decided against writing them down, he wouldn’t have enough paper to accurately put into words all the enchanting and unique things he liked about her. She had such a high affinity for love that no one could go near her without gravitating to her, people wanted to be near her and to love her as she loved everything. So many of us struggle with defining this one abstract word and yet if only the whole world were to meet her it would all become clear. She was love personified, a living embodiment of the purest emotion. When he thought about her too much it was like he was being stabbed  repeatedly in the chest so he tried to limit the amount he did.

He knew when he felt that hollow pain constantly present in his chest after a few days that he had developed an unparalleled attachment to her that he didn’t, couldn’t, feel with anyone else.


The first time she’d been injured on a mission hit him like a ton of bricks. He’d been chatting to her through the comms, talking about what movie they were gonna watch together when they got back when her voice was replaced by a sharp gasp and whimpers of choked back tears. ‘Buck’ she whispered. ‘I’ve been hit’. At these four words his blood ran cold. Overcome by a fit of rage he was given a new strength and, knocking out and probably killing several HYDRA agents he made a beeline for where she was all the while trying his hardest to convince her, himself, that she’d be ok. When he saw her body, a crumpled heap in a pool of blood, his heart stopped and he ran to her, crouching at her head and cradling it in his hands. ‘Bucky I’m scared’ she said, almost guiltily and, looking down at the bullet wound in her lower abdomen she winced and looked into his panic stricken eyes.

‘You’ll be alright doll, I promise’ he assured, sliding one arm under the back of her knees, the other under her neck and lifting her gently off of the concrete. ‘I’ll take you back to the jet, Banner will fix you and you’ll be fine’ she looked up at him and offered a small smile which he was unable to reciprocate. When she felt the darkness fast approaching, she let her eyelids droop, not having the energy to fight it. ‘No, (Y/N) you’ve got to keep your eyes open, look at me, dammit!’ he had yelled as he picked up his pace to a flat out sprint to get to the jet. She tried to keep her eyes open with all her might but soon it became too much and she gave it, letting her eyelids fall. The last thing she heard was Bucky screaming ‘No!’ at the top of his lungs.

‘She’ll be ok Sergeant Barnes, she’ll wake up any day now’ Bruce reassured him but his eyes never left her next to lifeless body on the hospital bed, the only thing he could hear being the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor. While she was out his subconscious had found a new way to make him suffer, filling his sleepless nights with the replaying scene of him looking into her fear filled eyes from a sea of her own blood.

Despite his knowledge that she’d be back soon, he felt a yearning for her gentle smile, her bright eyes and her radiant glow all of which seemed to have been extinguished as she lay there completely helpless.


The first time he’d felt needed was just after she’d recovered. Of course she couldn’t go on the next mission but the rest of the team, apart from Bucky, had had to leave for it. When she felt she could stand he’d been at her bedside, one arm firmly around her waist, and she’d leant on him, putting her entire weight on his side. She’d thrown her arm over his shoulders and was gripping his flesh one tightly, refusing to let go as he’d acted as her crutch, getting her safely to the common area where she could sit down and rest. He lowered her with great care onto one of the plush couches and looked worriedly into her eyes to see if she was comfortable. ‘I’m fine Buck, relax’ she’d said lightly, giggling at him when his face softened.

'I got you this’ he’d said in a gruff voice, obviously embarrassed as he handed her a box and sat down next to her. When she lifted the lid his eyes never left her face as he gauged her reaction to his gift and her eyes widened as she dropped the lid to the floor. 'What’s wrong? Don’t you like it!?’ he asked, panicked by her silence.

'Bucky I love it’ she’d whispered as she rifled through the contents of the box, several of her favourite DVD’s, box after box of chocolates, her favourite perfume. It was easily the most thoughtful gift anyone had ever given her. 'How’d you remember I loved all this stuff?’ she asked in disbelief, looking back into his eyes.

'How could I forget?’ he replied with such intensity that she’d flushed and looked away. 'Anyway I figured you’d be bored sitting here until you’re better on your own’ he said.

'I won’t be on my own, I have you Bucky’ she smiled at him before reaching into the box and pulling out one of the many boxes of chocolates and, taking the lid off, she offered one to him which he took without complaint. From then on she not only captured his attention when she was in the room, not only did his eyes follow her wherever she went but his thoughts too now never left her. Because of this infatuation he was unable to think of anything but her, to do anything for anyone but her. She was his priority and the importance of everything else fell away.


The first time he’d felt the full strength of his heart had arrived when he’d least expected it. The team were all up early so they could catch a flight to a democratic mission and were not at all awake yet. Most were up, still in their pyjamas but up nonetheless. Clint and Natasha were huddled together with bowls of cereal in their laps and there was a queue to get to the coffee grinder. (Y/N) was propped up against the counter, staring past the mug of coffee in her hands, her eyes blank as sleep still cast a shroud of fog over her mind. Bucky had just woken up, later than the others as he’d gotten less sleep than them what with his regular nightmares. Shuffling through the doors, the team ignored him, still far too tired to be prepared to exert any effort in acknowledging him. He didn’t care that no one saw him, his eyes moved immediately to the one person who he held any interest for. She had a blanket draped around her hunched shoulders and her hair was piled up on top of her head in a messy bun, strands coming loose and falling onto her face.

As he watched her, slouched over a mug of coffee his eyes were filled with a look of immense adoration and his chest heaved with emotion as her heavy eyelids lifted to gift him with the perfect smile. Despite his little sleep he couldn’t possibly suppress the warm grin that lit up his face in response.


The first time he’d kissed her had been an experience like no other. She was sick and had been in bed all day, keeping her door locked and insisting that no one come in to see her saying she didn’t want to infect everyone else. Bucky had of course protested earnestly against this but her stubborn nature meant he was never going to get anywhere with her. He stood in front of his mirror, trying to ignore the guilty twang in his heart as he adjusted his tie in preparation for one of Tony’s parties. He wasn’t sure how he was going to survive the whole thing without her by his side but he pushed these thoughts aside when FRIDAY announced that the party was in full swing. Upon his entrance several women, obviously already intoxicated, approached him and, as he made his way to the bar to meet Steve, he shrugged them off. Politely declining when each asked him to dance he was relieved when he saw Steve, drink in hand and chatting flirtatiously to Sharon. As much as he tried he couldn’t take his mind off of (Y/N), still laying in bed without company so as soon as he got to the bar he excused himself. 'Sorry Steve, I’ve got to go’ he’d said and when he asked him why he replied simply, 'I need to see (Y/N)’. Steve understood immediately, fully aware of his best friends feelings for her and nodded at him. He had felt wrong being at that party without her and, pushing through all the women in little clothing throwing themselves at him, he made his way to see her, his devotion for her overpowering all else. He arrived at her door and knocked softly, entering before she could reply, knowing full well she’d have FRIDAY lock the door if he waited.

'Buck get out, you’ll get sick’ he heard her voice before he saw her and he smiled to himself at how she knew it was him even before he’d spoken. He smiled even wider when he saw her face peeking out from the covers of her bed, the tip of her nose pink and her cheeks flushed. 'Don’t smile at me like that, I’m not joking’ she said, her blocked nose making her voice sound nasally. He came and sat on the side of her bed, aiding her as she struggled to sit. 'Buck I swear to god-’

’(Y/N) I like you. Like I really, really like you’ he cut her off. After this he paused and she interjected again, complaining that in such close proximity he was bound to get sick. 'I’m a super soldier, I’ll be fine. Anyway (Y/N) I think you’re so beautiful and kind and funny and sweet. You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met’ he said all this in a rush and before she had chance to reply, he leant forwards and captured her luscious lips in his own. He regretted this immediately and was about to pull away when he felt her kiss back, feeling one of her hands find its way to his hair and, using the other hand to prop herself up she couldn’t find it in herself to break away as she knew she probably should. When she finally did she was breathless, staring deeply into his darkened eyes.

'I like you too Bucky’ she whispered. 'But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m ill’.

'Doll I think if there was any chance that I’d get what you’ve got, I’ll have caught it by now’ he said, smirking. 'Besides I couldn’t stay at that party without you’. He couldn’t believe that someone like her could even entertain the notion of liking him back and yet she did. It was like all his dreams had come true and he couldn’t possibly contain the grin that made his cheeks ache.


The first time he’d said he loved her was his new most terrifying experience of his life. Calming his nerves by regulating his breathing and squeezing his eyes shut he anticipated her return with great fear. He was waiting in the hangar for her return from a mission and was planning on telling her the moment she got off. When she saw him she’d sprinted off of the jet and ran straight into his arms, jumping up and wrapped her legs around his waist. They’d been dating now for just two months but he’d never been more sure as to how he’d felt about her. 'I love you (Y/N)’ he whispered, so quietly that he worried that she didn’t hear when she didn’t reply. She took a deep breath.

'I love you too Bucky’ she said in the same hushed tone and he laughed in disbelief, holding her closer to his body and burying his face in her hair. 


'I love you, I love you, I love you’ she chanted, with each repetition planting a kiss on his face. She beamed at him as he slid the beautiful ring in her finger and he looked into her eyes before sweeping her off of her feet and pressing a passionate kiss to her puckered lips.

'I love you more, doll’ he growled against her lips as she grinned delightedly. 


His eyes widened and tears pooled in his eyes as he watched her walk up the aisle, her flowing white dress illuminating her already bright features. 'I love you, beautiful’ he whispered as she met him at the alter.

'I love you Buck’ she’d replied, taking both his hands in hers as they turned to look at the minister.

When he stood with her then at the end of the aisle it all became clear. Love is defined as a strong feeling of affection but to him it was so much more. He felt for her a fondness and warmth he could not even hope to replicate, an intimacy he had with no other, an attachment to her that meant even an hour without her had him yearning for her soft touch, an infatuation that meant he gazed at her like she had hung the moon, an adoration with which everything she did pulled on his heart and made him fall for her that little bit more and a devotion so strong that he rarely even talked to another woman, unless of cause for a mission, as his heart belonged entirely to her.

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Dusk Till Dawn

A/N: so this is my first piece of shawn writing i’ve ever published! i hope at least one person enjoys it and i’m hoping to publish more soon. thank you to my girl @sensualshawn for always being a babe and helping me out with my writing. aesthetic is made by me so if you wanna steal it, at least let me know and credit it please. i try my best to get rid of all typo’s but there are probably some still hiding in there. please bare in mind that i am british and some spellings may be different to american spelling. enjoy!

- word count: 2,544
- warnings: none, it’s just kinda fluffy, kinda smutty, good balance of both
- blurb: shawn and his girl’s first night / morning in his new condo



As soon as she started to stir, she realised she was somewhere unfamiliar which made her stomach turn. An uneasy feeling flowed through her body as she dared to open her eyes, peeking a look at her surroundings. But instead of seeing something unfamiliar, she saw a sleepy boy lying next to her on his front, his face opposite her, snoring softly as his back rose and fell ever so slightly through breaths. He’d become very familiar to her over the past 9 months, so much so that she used to hate sharing a bed yet now it feels empty when she doesn’t have him there next to her.

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The Kitchen Encounter.

Okay guys, this is it.

I have tried to write some smut, i have no idea whether it is too much or whether it is any good or whether I will ever write it again but hey I gave it a red hot go.

I have never been so nervous to post anything before this.

This is partially inspired by a little anon ask, for some kitchen counter sex.

This scene is an alternate to the scene in episode 13, where the Serpents maybe wait until the next day to come and induct Jughead to the family. Therefore the couple remains uninterupted.


It had been her declaration of her love for him which had done it, made him pull her towards him lifting her up as he captured her lips with his own.

His fingers grabbed at the buttons of her coat trying to release her from the tight garment, growling in frustration as he could not get his hands steady enough, she pulled the buttons, and he pulled the garment from her, it falling to the floor behind them as he moved to the kitchen never loosening his hold on her, a hand slipping underneath to cup her ass, her legs tight around his hips as he maneuvered them to the kitchen.

He pushed her onto the counter with such force that her shoulders struck the kitchen cupboards. Her mind registered the brief sensation of pain but her senses were too overwhelmed that it all blended into one, pleasure and pain.

Immediately she knew she needed to feel his skin against hers as she pulled her shirt off, catching a glimpse of his smile as her body was revealed to him before making a move to divest him of his own grey jumper, smiling appreciatively at the muscles she had only felt through layers of clothing during previous explorations.

She had a feeling where their night might be heading when he invited her to FP’s now empty trailer. No-one knew where they were going and they had come back to one another after being so close to breaking apart.  She wanted him, all of him. She had not been expecting him to tell her that he loved her to expose himself like that and she couldn’t help the smile that had spread to her lips when he did, her expression of her own love for him easily returned.

His body was flush with her, his hands touching all the newly exposed skin of her body trailing a thumb along her jaw grasping at her neck as she keened into his touch aching for more, both riding the high of the affirmations of their love for one another.

Something raw had been released inside of him, he needed to have her, to mark her as his own as he kissed, sucked and nipped her neck trailing down to her shoulder. Her teeth grasped her bottom lip in reflex stifling the cries that threatened to release from her mouth. He didn’t know what to do with his hands all her knew was that he needed to touch her all of her.

His hands moved to cup her breasts through the thin material of her bra. Before he lowered his mouth nipping the exposed flesh just above the cup and she cries out at his actions. Her hands moved to behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting the garment fall. He paused briefly taking in the sight of her, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks before he bent down to brush his lips against her exposed flesh and she found herself pushing her chest up,  her hands in his hair, tugging roughly, encouraging him to go further. His mouth enclosed her nipple, tongue lavishing at her flesh, while she could only groan and writhe underneath his touch.

She let out a moan as a hand trailed up her thigh underneath her skirt. His other hand went to her hair directing her to look at him, his eyes boring into hers as he moved his hand further up, tracing the outline of her lacy panties, a finger tracing just under the lace outline barely touching her skin and she closed her eyes moaning his name.

“Look at me. ” he ordered  and her eyes snapped open to his, surprised at his directive tone this wasn’t the Jughead who had been nervous about their first kiss, the gentleman. His eyes searching hers for a permission before he eventually moved to where she needed him, slipping underneath the flimsy waistband resulting in a moan escaping her lips as he moved over her folds, finding her wet and wanting. Her hips bucked in to his hand wanting more pressure, more of his touch.

“Please. ” she said and he smiled at her, taking in her swollen lips, mussed hair and lust filled eyes. She was his, as he was hers. He pulled her lips back to his, his tongue sweeping across her own coaxing her as his fingers continued to tease her. " I need. “ she managed to say in between their kisses slow and heavy. Before he moved to suck at the pulse point on her neck, delighted at the sharp intake of breath that this produced.

“Tell me Betts, tell me what you need. ” He whispered into her ear, delighting in her breathy uneven moans, as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Her hand came down to grasp his wrist stopping the tentative movements and urging him to where she needed him.

“This. Here. ” She managed to utter as his fingers found that bundle of nerves and she swore for just a second she saw stars. She rested her head against the kitchen cupboard as he continued to play her like his own personal instrument. “More.” She gasped, struggling for breath feeling the tension building within her body, knowing that she was so close. He slipped a finger inside her and she arched her body, her hips rising to meet his touch. He continued the motion, adding a second finger and he could feel her breathing change, her kisses became more messy and open against his lips as she lost control. His thumb again found her clit and he continued to rub rough circles as he felt her begin to crumble. Feeling her walls clench against his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

A blinding white heat shot through her as her body trembled against his in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her breaths deep, as she continued to shake even after he removed his hand.

He was gasping for breath himself, seeing her come undone as a result of his own actions. He pulled the underwear from her body down her legs and she shrugged them from her ankles, bringing her legs up again to wrap around his waist bringing his core in line with her own as she rubbed against him wantonly.

“We should.” He started to say before she cut him off with her mouth locking with his own again, his hands returning to her now uncovered breasts massaging the soft mounds, swallowing her gasps and mewls with his mouth.

Her hands traveled between them making their way to his waistband. Undoing the button before unzipping them and pushing them down his legs with her own. Leaving him standing in front of her in only his boxers, her skirt still hanging from her hips.

“I want you Jug. Now, here.” She didn’t want a soft bed, surrounded by candles, rose petals on the bed. That was a different first time that she had imagined. That was the ‘first time’ that she had imagined in her head with Archie Andrews, it was a fantasy. This now was real, her feelings for him and his for her were real and nothing was more raw or in her mind perfect than this.

“But.” He thought about their first time being on a kitchen counter, her skirt bunched around her waist, his jeans around his ankles in a trailer in the Southside. It was so beneath her.

“No, here. Juggie, with you.” She affirmed. And then she pulled a foil packet from her skirt and his eyes went wide. Betty Cooper was always full of surprises, prepared for everything. “I want to.” She confirmed again and he returned his lips to hers, hungry for her. Her hand slipped beneath his waistband and grasped him and he found himself groaning into her shoulder. She pushed his boxers off of his hips.

“Can you?” She asked passing him the foil packet that was on the bench to the side of her. He rolled it on and lined himself up at her entrance, looking again for confirmation that this was what she wanted. She gave a sharp nod and sealed her lips over his.

He pushed into her and she bites back a moan at the sensation her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling him into her fully. She held him there allowing herself to accommodate him before he started to thrust into her, slowly at first but with her greedy moans spurring him on he soon picked up the pace.

His hand returned to the juncture in between her thighs searching for that bundle of nerves which had already brought her sweet release.

“Fuck, Betts, I’m..”

He stroked her clit hoping to produce the same reactions from her as he had earlier as he continued to intensify his pace, before his movements became uneven and they were heading towards completion screaming each others names in joint release.

He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, his nose gently brushing against her own both fighting to steady their breathing, and shaking in the aftermath of their release, neither one expecting the curve ball that would be coming their way in the morning.

Homecoming: Part 1

Rating: E

Summary: Cassian really misses his feisty mate.

(Post-bonding. Post-ACOWAR.)

A/N: Because y’all know this precious overgrown bat baby would straight up sulk (like whine-at-the-door-and-paw-at-it sulk) if Nesta was gone for too long.

Go to: Part 2 , Part 3 

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He missed her.

That was all. He missed her.

“So write her a godsdamn letter,” said Azriel, dancing along the edge of the sparring ring. He’d been on the receiving end of Cassian’s fists all morning and had yet to be reprieved. “It’s only been a week, Cas. We’re all getting tired of your moping.”

“Who says I’m moping?”  

“Everyone,” his brothers said in unison.

Cassian turned to scowl at Rhys, who had been sharpening his sword on a nearby bench. “Yes, everyone,” he added smugly. “Feyre, Amren, Elain…”

“Elain?”

Azriel smirked. “The actual word she used was ‘cranky.’”  

“I am not cranky.”  

“An understatement if there ever was one,” Rhys drawled. “I think what sweet Elain actually meant was: insufferable ass.”

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Selfless Love: Bellamy and Clarke in 403

(My academic is showing with that title but w/e)

It’s taken me a full 36 hours to marshal my thoughts about Bellamy and Clarke in 403 because wow, that episode was a lot to handle.  But that’s also why I want to talk about it, because there is so much to unpack with regards to how they see each other and how their love for one another operates.

Standard disclaimer: you can read their love for each other as romantic, platonic, or some combination thereof.  I’m not going to deal with untangling the those threads here, but I am working from the thesis that they love each other, full stop. 

The point around which Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship in 403 revolves is, imo, selfless love.  This is made explicit in the text (although no one actually says wow you two love each other very selflessly)  in how both Bellamy and Clarke react to things by positioning the other person first.  Bellamy puts Clarke and her needs first, and she puts him and his needs first.  Their own personal wants and needs are secondary to the other person, but not in a codependent way.  They put each other first because they love each other utterly and completely selflessly.

The first moment we see this is when Raven says remember that when you’re starving and Bellamy informs them he does not plan on surviving Apocalypse II: Nuclear Bugaloo.  I waver on whether or not this is new information to Clarke– I could see her yes you are reaction being borne of frustration because they’ve had this conversation 400 times and each time she was like dammit Bellamy, we’ve been over this, of course you’re going to live, or I could see her reaction being instinctive and stunned because this is the first she’s heard of it.  I think in the end, it doesn’t matter if she knew his plan or this is the first she’s hearing of it, because the end result is the same: Clarke doesn’t accept a future in which Bellamy Blake does not survive.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #112 - The Prince of Egypt

Originally posted by dreamworksmoments

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: No.

Format: DVD

1) The head of Jeffrey Katzenberg, the head of Dreamworks animation at the time and one of the former big wigs at Disney, had been pitching an adaptation of Moses’ story from Exodus to Disney far before he started Dreamworks with Steven Spielberg. During an early meeting of Dreamworks Katzenberg recalls that Spielberg looked at him during the meeting and said, “You ought to do The Ten Commandments.”

2) I think the opening disclaimer is a nice touch.

“The motion picture you are about to see is an adaptation of the Exodus story. While artistic and historical license has been taken, we believe that this film is true to the essence, values and integrity of a story that is a cornerstone of faith for millions of people worldwide. The biblical story of Moses can be found in the book of Exodus.”

3) Music plays an incredibly important role in this film, mostly for setting its grand storytelling and dark tone. This is clearly apparent from the opening song “Deliver Us” which depicts the suffering of the Hebrew people in Egypt and also the hope of Moses.

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4) This film also does an excellent job of immediately establishing the brotherly relationship between Moses and Ramses. It’s fun and honest, which makes the following events all the more heartbreaking.

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5) Val Kilmer is quite effective in the role of Moses, being able to provide a healthy balance of his youthful joviality and privilege early on and the wisdom that would come to define the character later.

6) This film has three noteworthy actors who have very little lines. The first two of these are Patrick Stewart as Pharaoh Seti and Helen Mirren as The Queen.

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Neither of them sing, so their lines are few and unfortunately Mirren feels wasted in the part (less of a comment on her acting, which is top notch as usual, and more from the lack of screen time). Stewart, however, gives Seti some depth. We see him as father and ruler, both roles where he cares about his people, but also murderer of Hebrew babies which gives him a sinister feel.

7) Moses could have been painted as a spoiled brat while acting as prince of Egypt, but he takes responsibility for his actions and mistakes while also trying to shield Ramses from some of their father’s heavy expectations.

8) Tzipporah is established as fierce as heck from the get go.

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Kept as a foreign slave in her first scene, she still fights back with great vigor despite being in a room who don’t care if she dies by the hands of the pharaoh. Michelle Pfeiffer imparts some of the strength she brought to Catwoman into the part and it’s a wonderful take on the biblical figure.

9) Sandra Bullock may have more lines than Helen Mirren, Patrick Stewart, and (later) Danny Glover, but for some reason I’m always wanting more of her and her character Miriam by the time the film ends. I like what I see, I just wish there were more of her in the film (I think).

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10) For some reason I don’t feel the way about her brother Aaron, who is voiced wonderfully by Jeff Goldblum. That may be because we see Aaron develop from non-believer to believer over the course of the film (wheres Miriam is consistently good and believing in Moses) and Jeff Goldblum plays both the doubter and the supporter well.

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11) Continuing with the excellent music in this film, “All I Ever Wanted,” carries with it that sense of grandeur as well as the heartbreak of Moses denying his true heritage.

12) Moses’ nightmare is one of the most memorable non-musical sequences out of the film (not THE most memorable but one of them), and this is done both through the unique hieroglyphic art style and the lack of dialogue. It is true visual storytelling.

13) Remember how I said Tzipporah is fierce as heck? Well, that continues throughout the film when she decides to drop Moses into a well as a bit of payback for being a prince of Egypt (although she does help him out because he helped her escape the palace).

14) Danny Glover is the third actor who doesn’t have enough lines. He plays the role of Jethro, a character with about ten spoken lines (more or less) and then the rest of his role is in song. And Danny Glover doesn’t sing the song.

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In the little dialogue Glover does give though, he is able to establish Jethro as a man who’s heart is as big as his stature. I just wish we’d heard more of him.

15) I mentioned in The Road to El Dorado the effectiveness of using a song to cover large gaps of time. This film is no different, initial with Jethro’s song “Through Heavens Eyes.” It’s a rousing and hopeful number which talks of the Hebrew god and how we can only know our worth when trying to look through (one guess what I’m going to say next) heaven’s eyes. In that time we cover Moses learning what a free life is from these people, his growing humility, and his blossoming relationship with Tzipporah (and eventual marriage).

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16) The Burning Bush.

Val Kilmer provides the voice of god in this film, although that wasn’t the initial plan. Originally all the actors in the film were going to voice god at the same time, and were told to whisper so they wouldn’t overpower each other. When the time came to record Kilmer’s lines, they realized someone had to speak louder. It was a happy realization, as the filmmakers later noted that god usually speaks to us as the little voice in our own heads. And it parallels the Cecil B. Demille version of The Ten Commandments where it is said (although I don’t think confirmed) that Charlton Heston also provided the voice of god while also playing Moses.

17) Moses telling Tzipporah about his encounter with the burning bush is another fine example of how filmmaking is primarily a VISUAL medium. We don’t hear a word they saw to each other, but we see him talking and we see her reaction and we know EXACTLY what is happening.

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18) Ralph Fiennes performance as Ramses is at its best when Ramses becomes villainous and conceited. Hmm, Ralph Fiennes playing a villainous and conceited villain. Sounds familiar…

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19) Playing with the Big Boys is the only real villain song in this film.

Performed by the evil lackeys Hotep and Huy (who are voiced wonderfully by Steve Martin and Martin Short respectively), the song shows off just how dark things in the Egypt really are and how tricky these two “magicians” are. Martin and Short breathe wonderful life and evil fun into the song, and even recorded their dialogue together. And the scenes uses wonderful use of darkness and shadows to make us feel like Moses is in over his head. Which in a way, he is. But the film wouldn’t be interesting if things were easy for the protagonist.

20) The growing conflict between Moses and Ramses is heartbreaking and I give credit to all those involved in this film for that. The directors, the writers, the animators, Val Kilmer & Ralph Fiennes, everyone. We see them go from the best of friends to archenemies and neither of them wants to be in that position. But they are, and they each think they’re doing what is best for their people. It hurts a lot to watch.

21) “The Plagues” is also a great example of how this film condenses what could have been a massive chunk of time into a little two-and-a-half minute song.

It also does not make light of the plagues either. The plagues were horrible. True wrath of god type stuff that ruined people’s lives. And this song is an epic but dark representation of just what those were like while also developing the conflict between Moses and Ramses.

22) I’m not as familiar with my biblical readings as maybe I should be, but I like that this film depicts Moses reaching out to Ramses one last time before he releases the final plague. It is one final reminder that they are or, more appropriately, were brothers. And they almost seem to understand each other, to make peace. But they don’t. Meaning the final and most awful plague is released.

23) I don’t want to get into my own theological beliefs or philosophies, but I am always sickened about the death of the first borns of Egypt.

The scene is animated beautifully but the entire thing is heartbreaking. The idea of a god who will take away the lives of children just to get what he wants, even though he later claims that we are all his children, just never sits right with me. I just…it sickens me. That’s all I can say. It sickens me.

24) “When You Believe” is probably THE song from this film. It won the Oscar for best original song that year, beating out “I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing” by Aerosmith. It is the perfect representation of the power of hope and belief which is the central theme of this film. Michelle Pfeiffer and Sally Dworsky (along with the film’s chorus) do an excellent job performing the song written by Stephen Schwartz, but the pop version performed by Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey is just as good.

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25) I think the most memorable part of this film has to be the parting of the Red Seas. And it could just be for this image alone:

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That is such a powerful image which really gets across the wonder of what we’re seeing. A representation of the scene which few if any adaptations of the Exodus story have ever lived up to and which I think only animation can bring to life so wonderfully.

26) After the Red Sea crashes down and Ramses is washed away, we see Moses looking off in the distance and hear Ramses screaming, “MOSES!” The filmmakers have suggested that this may be in Moses’ head and that Ramses might actually be dead. I like that idea. It shows Moses still has hope for his brother.

27) And since this is an adaptation of Exodus, of course it has to involve the Ten Commandments in some way. I’m just glad that it’s the last shot of the film. A nice way of ending the story.

It makes sense to end a family film there, as opposed to Moses finding his people worshipping a false idol (a golden cow, I think) and smashing the tablet before God destroys the idol and forces his people to wander the desert for 40 years to kill off the rebellious generation. Oh, and Moses didn’t get to go into the promised land.

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What’s not family friendly about that?


The Prince of Egypt is a great animated film who’s popularity has unfortunately lost steam in recent years. It represents its story well without beating you over the head with the religion, the animation and music are gorgeous, and the voice acting is top notch (if a little wasted at times). I highly recommend you see it.

If Only they Knew it was a Trap (klangst major character death)

It had seemed way too easy when they made the plan. The access points were in perfect places, the defenses were simple and easy to destroy, and the location of the Galra ship was just too perfect. The whole team figured they just happened to finally have a stroke of luck. If only they had known. If only they had realized that the whole thing had been set up. If only they would have realized that it was a trap, then the team would still be whole.
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Astro Reaction: to someone commenting that you two would be a cute couple

MJ (Myungjun) :

Originally posted by fallen-haunted-to-the-truth

The two of you had just finished watching a movie and were in the process of exiting the theatre when someone tapped you on the shoulder, commenting on how cute you two were. You had stared at the person shocked, unaware of how to respond. However Myungjun would be smiling at you not at all affected by the comment but rather your reaction to it. Regaining your composure you would politely reply back ‘Oh, I’m sorry but we are not dating.” You would then bow content with your response and ready to go. However as you were about to leave from your peripheral vision you would see MJ shaking his head, smirking a little before stating, “But we would be very cute if we were, I agree.” 


Jinjin (Jinwoo) :

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You two had gone shopping together to get some supplies for a surprise birthday party for one of them members. You two had taken it very seriously at first but after a while the two of you had begun to play around with all the different decorations and knick-knacks. Both his and your loud laughter had just begun to die down when you were approached, the teenage couple would comment on how cute you two were, making your cheeks hot. Jinwoo would look down at you his heart beating faster upon seeing you cheeks turn a rosy red. He would then politely smile at the couple, pointing at you and simply stating “Thank you,but they’re the cute one here,” making your cheeks turn an even brighter shade.

 

Eunwoo (Dongmin) :

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You and Dongmin had been walking and chatting in your favourite park, enjoying each other’s company, when suddenly an old lady in front of you tripped and dropped all her belongings. The both of you had immediately kneeled down to help her pick up the fallen items. That’s when she would comment about how cute you two were. You would just politely smile at her not saying anything but then you suddenly heard Dongmin respond “Thank you, I think so too,” whilst simultaneously sneaking his hand into yours. You would be confused and look over to him only to see him smiling at you widely.


Moonbin:

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You were attending a picnic with Moonbin and some friends. The two of you kept making jokes, entertaining not only yourselves but the others around you. Suddenly someone would comment on how you two were perfect for each other and how you two would be such a cute couple. You would immediately blush, stunned and unsure of what to do or say in response. When Moonbin looked at you and saw how surprised you were he would smoothly grab onto your hand holding onto it tightly. He wouldn’t let go of your hand for the rest of the picnic, earning more comments on how cute you two were.

 

Rocky (Minhyuk) :

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After accidently bumping into someone, you were apologizing to them profusely before Minhyuk interfered, aiding you in sorting out the situation. With his help the problem seemed to be over before you knew it. That’s when a young girl would approach the two of you commenting on how cute of a couple you were helping each other like that. She would then quickly bow before scurying away giggling. Minhyuk would laugh at her comment, turning to you in order to gauge your reaction. When he saw your puzzled face he would laugh a little harder before linking his hand in yours, “We are aren’t we?”

 

Sanha:

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Sanha and you would have been hanging out in an arcade together, just laughing and having a good time. After hours neither of you had noticed how loud your laughter had become, as the both of you were in your own happy world. That’s when another couple would come up too you two commenting on how cute you two were, leaving both you and him shocked. You would just smile and laugh a little not knowing how to respond and he would do the same, not being bold enough to correct them. However immediately after he would look at you and then look away, smiling. The comment would reply in his mind throughout the day, making him smile whenever you did anything that caught his attention.

My 2 cents on the whole incest thing since everybody keeps bringing it up in ship wars.

Before I say anything, I would just like to point out that shipping an incestuous relationship in fiction, whether it be Jonerys, Jonsa, Jamie x Cersei or any other, by no means indicates that one condones incest in real life. So ship and let ship people. Also, I’m basing my opinions on everything we know about these characters and the universe they live in, I’m not trying to say what is wrong or right, I’m trying to point out what I believe makes or doesn’t make sense for certain characters based on their personality, upbringing and character development so far.

Having said that, I would just like to explain why some of these ships make sense to me personally and others don’t, even though they are all incestuous.

I keep hearing that incest is normal in this universe and therefore it shouldn’t bother anybody, but I don’t really agree with that statement.

Incest is normal for the Targaryens, it’s how they have been living for thousands of years and people all over Westeros seem to accept it when it comes to them only, even though they probably think it’s weird. When it comes to everybody else, it’s frowned upon.

Jamie and Cersei are a good example of this. Everybody thinks it’s weird that the two are romantically involved. That fact is thrown on Jamie’s face as an insult quite a lot throughout the story, it’s also mentioned to Tywin by many people, again, as an insult. When Ned finds out Jamie is the true father of Cersei’s children and confronts her about it, she feels the need to explain herself in some way and even uses the Targaryens as an example as to why there’s nothing wrong with it.

The Lannisters keep that incestuous relationship a secret primarily because nobody could know that Cersei’s kids were not Robert’s, obviously, but also because it is something seen as shameful and a joke by most.

So, in my opinion, the show has made it pretty clear that, unless you’re a Targaryen, incest is not something that is perceived as ok by most within that universe.

However, given what we know about Cersei and Jamie and the life that they had, I understand how these two characters could form that connection, and it is made pretty clear that they never had sibling like feelings towards each other. Also, Cersei is known to sleep with other members of the family, like cousins and such, so it has clearly never been a problem for her. I still think it’s weird for such feelings to develope between two people who were raised as brother and sister, whether they actually are or not, but when it comes to these two, I can understand how it would happen. It makes sense for those two characters specifically.

When it comes to Jon and Sansa, that’s a different story and here’s why people seeing a romantic connection between them doesn’t make sense to me. It’s totally cool if you do, btw, I’m just saying it doesn’t add up to me personally and based on my understanding of the story.

First of all, I think it’s safe to say that the Starks are pretty much the only normal family in Westeros, incest is not something that they practice and it’s definitely not something they see as normal. They see their siblings as nothing more than siblings. The love that they feel for each other, is that of siblings. Whether incest is right or wrong is not the issue here. What I’m saying is that it is not something considered normal by the Starks.

Jon was raised as a Stark. He shares all of their values and beliefs. He was raised as a brother to Sansa, even though they are not actually brother and sister, they both grew up viewing each other as such, that is all they will ever be to each other. Even if they find out that they are actually only cousins, those feelings are not going to change because of that. Anybody who has a sibling can attest to that. Hell, if you have a very close cousin you can attest to that, since a sibling like love is also what you usually find among close cousins. 

Jon is protective of Sansa, he’s not jealous of her. Of course he loses his shit when Littlefinger starts talking about her in the cave. If a creep like that started talking about my sister in the same way he did, my reaction would be the exact same as Jon’s. Jon would react the same way if he talked like that about any of his siblings. Of course he worries and cares for her, she’s his sister, he worries and cares for all of his siblings.

So Jonsa doesn’t make sense to me (again, my own personal opinion, you are entitled to yours) because I simply don’t see how it would be possible for these two characters to see each other as anything other than brother and sister, even after Jon’s true parentage is revealed, because of how they were raised.

As for Jonerys, the incest part doesn’t bother me because, for one, these two characters had no idea about each other’s existence until recently. When they meet, they are two completely new people to each other. They don’t see a family member, they see a complete stranger.

They have no idea about their blood ties and even if they did, again, they are only just meeting each other for the first time, they are still two strangers. I find it hard that they would immediately feel a family like connection.

They are the same age. It’s not like Dany is 20 years older as tends to be the case with uncles and aunts. If she was much older than him I can see how they could develop a relationship as that of an aunt and a nephew, even a mother and child, regardless of any blood connection, btw. But they’re the same age, so these are just two young people coming together for the first time. And I’ll venture that even if they had grown up together, theirs would still not be an aunt and nephew like relationship, precisely because they are the same age. They would probably have the same relationship that cousins would have. So “aunt” and “nephew” are just empty designations for them, given that they are just now coming together, it’s meaningless.

When they do find out about Jon’s heritage, I don’t think it will affect them in any way, I can honestly see them making jokes about it, but it will bear no actual weight on their relationship other than the fact that it means Jon has a rightful claim to the throne.

It would be different if it was a mother/son or even brother/sister situation that we were talking about, those are much closer blood relations, and like I said, Jon was raised in such a way that it would bother him if he found out. It would bother Dany as well, because even though she is a Targaryen, it doesn’t seem to me like she would view that as ok. I can see something like that affecting them, but aunt and nephew? Not so much.

For all intents and purposes they are two strangers who just met. They have no history, so there’s no reason why the blood tie should hinder them in any way.

I’ll say again, I’m not trying to offend anyone, I’m not trying to say what ship is better, I’m not trying to say what is right or wrong, I’m trying to explain what makes sense to me within that universe and based on those characters’ personality traits and how they were raised.

Of Broken Wings and Empty Promises

Helena @readinglikewildfire expressed her love for Thesan today and this little idea popped into my head. Hope you enjoy!

He wanted nothing more than to take Thesan’s pain away, to save him from the agony of grieving his killed subjects and to kill whoever caused his High Lord pain. For he felt Thesan’s pain as if it were his own. He had his own reasons to grieve his fallen brothers, but alongside his own grief, he also felt the agony of the High Lord who had failed his people and let them be dragged Under the Mountain to meet a fate worse than death. But this had all been a display of how defenseless they all were against Amarantha’s wrath and he knew that his promises would hold no weight. Sometimes, though, even empty promises were better than nothing.

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Thesan made his way slowly through the dark corridor, bile rising in his throat. He stepped carefully around the tangle of limbs and bodies on the floor, the puddles of scarlet and the feathers and fluff sticking to flesh. The bodies had not yet started to rot, the scene perfectly preserved as if the carnage had happened mere minutes ago. She had moved fast. Less than a day was all it took for her to act and he didn’t know if this had all been a carefully crafted plan intended to make him break or if it had simply been one of her whims. He didn’t know which would have been worse.

He recalled the horrible moment when he glimpsed Amarantha striding through the throne room. He remembered how his blood chilled in his veins, how his mind fixated on the steady beat of her heeled shoes on the marble floors and he felt each step like a punch to his gut. He remembered he saw her red lips twist into a satisfied grin as her eyes watched his every reaction like a viper, looking for any signs of weakness to know when to strike. His vision, however, had narrowed down to the cape of her dress, to the way the feathers seemed to catch the light of the chandeliers and glow golden when it hit them just right - golden, like the warm light of dawn.

He watched, transfixed, as the feathers swung softly with each step she took and ruffled gently in a nonexistent breeze, as if the plumage was her own. He took in the way they had been carefully arranged, the longer ones down at the bottom and towards the sides, brushing down her slender arms, and the shorter ones clustered together between her shoulder blades and around her shoulders and it almost looked as if she were a Peregryn too. The image was simply too much to bear and he felt his heart shatter and tears well up in his eyes. He clenched his jaw, and balled his fists, determined not to break.
Amarantha had finally reached her throne and she sat down in one perfectly choreographed move, spreading her arms wide before placing them gently on the armrests in order to display the cape to its full effect. “And all this time I thought the Dawn Court’s Peregryn’s were good for nothing…” she lilted, not looking at him. “It turns out they make an awfully pretty dress.”

He took a step forward, lurched by his grieving heart, ready to kill her with his bare hands for all the death and destruction she’d brought upon all of Prythian but he found himself unable to move, his feet rooted to the ground.

He heard a smooth, cold voice in his head, telling him not to do something rash, reminding him that the rest of his people still needed him, that he still had to help get all of them out from Under the Mountain. Reminding him that there was still hope. For a brief second, the voice pulled him out of his trance and he thought the low murmur sounded awfully familiar. His gaze flicked briefly to a pair of violet eyes but they were trained on Amarantha, just like everyone else’s in the room.

“I was almost expecting them to caw or shriek as we ripped out their lovely feathers. Alas, their screams were awfully human.” She laughed and regarded him with a look of pure delight, as he stood rooted to the spot and tears splashed on the impeccable marble at his feet.

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DannyMay Day Thirteen: Jonny 13/Lucky

…How? How is it that he can defeat the Ghost King but can’t even tell the Goth chick how he feels? He’s getting sick of the little punk’s denial. It’s obvious that they like each other. It’s obvious to humans and ghosts. He reaches a decision.

He’s gonna have to play Cupid, Jonny 13 style.

Riding down the streets of Amity Park is the infamous ghost bicker Jonny 13, and Shadow, faithfully following. He’s come to spy on the little punk. See what’s up with him and the Goth- hey there girl you looking fine- no, no. He’s on a mission. He can flirt after.

He rides past the park and spots his target. There they are, all three of them. They look like they’re just chillin. Jonny slams on the breaks and kills the engine. He knows he can’t get too close without alerting the kid’s Ghost Sense. That’s it! He can use this to his advantage.

“C'mon Sam, the only reason you think that is cuz he wears black.”

“So? You like Spider-Man for his nerdy background”

“But we can all agree that Super Man is the greatest right?”

“Shut up Danny”

“Aww c'mon guys-gasp”

Damn, the kids got a wide range. He can see him tense his muscles. His friends getting into defensive stances seconds after the gasp. Well whatever, gonna have to play this by ear. He makes his way over to them. Putting on an impassive expression.

“Relax punk, I’m not here to cause trouble, yet.”

“Jonny? What, have another fight with Kitty?”

“Something like that. Just wanted to get away, ride around a while. Ya know, see the sights”

“And by sights you mean anything with a skirt on?”

Damn, that Goth chick’s got a sharp tongue. How does this kid deal with the constant sass. Whatever, to each his own he guesses…Anything with a skirt huh? He could work with this. He smirks.

“Well girlie, you’ve got a skirt on”

She makes a face. A cross between walking in wet socks and sucking on a lemon. The techie friend just looks horrified. He would have laughed but He’s gotta observe the punk’s reaction. And boy what a reaction it was. The kid looks about ready to tear him to pieces. Fists clenched, muscles taught, eyes glowing green. He shifts in front of the Goth chick.

“Watch it Jonny”

“Why? You dating her?”

“Well no-”

“So you’re not her boyfriend”

“No but-”

“So she’s single”

“Yeah but-”

“So you have no say in who wants a piece”

With each fact his confidence shrinks more and more. Shadow is just cackling behind me. The Goth chick looks caught between wanting to tell us off and waiting for the punk’s answers. The Techie friend looks like he’s caught on to whats going down. We make eye contact. He nods slightly. This is perfect.

“Yes I do-”

“Why? do you like her?”

They both freeze at that. Gotcha. He starts to sweat. Goth chick can’t see his face but the both of them look like cherry tomatoes. Maybe he’ll admit it if I’m more forceful? He snaps out of it and starts sputtering excuses.

“W-what!? No, I mean yes, I mean…”

Goth chick looks like a mess. Her eyes betray her bored expression. He can tell she’s holding her breath. Techie is watching like a hawk. This kid is crashing and burning fast.

“Do you?”

He stops the word vomit and looks at me. He just stares. Like he’s in a far away place. After a few seconds he looks like she’s come to a decision. He squared his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and stared daggers.

“Yes I do. So back off.”

The surprise is tangible. Didn’t think he would admit it just like that. Techie is silently celebrating. Goth chick though, she looks like she’s about to explode. Face red and caught between laughing and crying. I guess my work here is done.

“Alright whatever man. See you around then.”

He turns to leave the same way he came. She asks if he meant what he said. As he makes his way to his bike he smirks. He’ll have to check in later to see how it went. Now though, he’s gonna go check out those sights, maybe flirt a bit with the locals, try a Nasty Burger.

Sitting on his bike watching the setting sun he wonders if his plan worked. Hopefully. When the entire ghost zone has a betting pool as to when the two of them are going to get together, you know it’s serious. It’s honestly ridiculous how perfect for each other they are. Maybe he will go check in on them. However as he makes to turn on the bike he sees something that just makes howl with laughter.

There, walking hand in hand is Goth chick and ghost punk. He smirks. They just made him the richest man in the Ghost Zone. What a lucky break.

I’m Talking About You

Request: Can I have something with Bellamy x a shy reader? Where Bellamy always goes to the reader for advice and that’s kinda like their thing because only she understands and he slowly starts having feelings for her. While she’s always had feelings for him but she does feel like she’s “in his league”. But honestly I love your writing so you can twist it any way you want all I really want is something “Bellamy x shy reader” lol

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: This was such a cute idea, thank you for the request! And thank you so much, I hope I did your request justice.

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by rebelkingfreckles

There was the pitter-patter of steps, the sudden sound of a zipper being pulled and soon enough your empty and barren tent was occupied by another. With a small, shy smile you turned to the new comer, your head tilting upwards at the sheer height of the man. “Hello, Bellamy.” You greeted politely, your voice only coming just above whisper.

Bellamy smiled at you and you tried to hide the flush that came about when that bright, sincere smile was directed towards you. Only you. “Just needed to see a friendly face.” The comment was innocent enough but because of the giant crush you’ve had on him for weeks now, such a small innocent comment made your stomach flutter and you felt your face heat increasingly from embarrassment.

Bellamy was a kind man, and though he had his troubles you knew he always meant his best. Originally you hadn’t even liked Bellamy, well you hadn’t really liked anyone. Though like isn’t necessarily the word, it was just you were more shy than anything and when first coming down onto earth being extremely introverted didn’t help you find a lot of companions. Soon enough, you found that everyone sort of new each other but no one really knew you. It was tough and lonesome but it was just who you were. You’d never been confident and found more reassurance in stuffing your face in a book rather that being bombarded by different people.

Of course growing up without a lot of socializing made your socializing skills… poor. Which made you shy.

Though when Bellamy had suddenly started talking to you, you felt your world flip. Even to this day you weren’t even sure why he came to you. Sure you were good at giving advice and being there for others, you’d always preferred listening rather than talking, but plenty of people were good at that. You were most definitely not the only one down here on the earth that could listen. But despite your insecurities, Bellamy kept coming back and kept becoming the object of your thoughts.

What started as a silly crush fascinated his (rather) good looks and sweet words, bloomed into a full blown out crush where all you thought about was him. Though you’d never say anything. Ever. Not just because of your shyness, but you knew of the girls he made his round with and you knew that you did not compare to them in the slightest.

“U-Uh, well i’m always here.” You stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so pathetic.Bellamy grinned at your obvious embarrassment but said nothing. Stepping further into your tent, Bellamy set himself down next to you. You tried to stay calm when he thigh touched yours and ignored the way your body squirmed. “What’s troubling you know?” You asked, a small smile on your face and you turned up to look at him.

Bellamy grinned mischievously, but you barely noticed, to wrapped up in the fact that you were sitting so closely to him. There was clear trouble in his eyes but you were oblivious to it all; “well actually there’s this girl…” He started. You tried to hide your disappointment at the mention of another girl and reminded yourself of the fact that you weren’t in his league.

“O-Oh?” You replied, keeping your focus.

Bellamy nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “Yes, actually. I’m at a lost on what to do and i’m not sure how I should approach the situation.”

“Well, maybe start off by describing her? It’s obviously one of the girls here, and maybe I can help. Though I don’t know them all that-” You stopped your ramblings when you saw Bellamy raise an eyebrow to you. Closing your you ignored the way you lit up red and clasped your hands together on your lap. “S-Sorry…” You mumbled, looking down at your lap. “Why don’t you describe her to me?”

“Well she’s very beautiful. Very sweet. She’s not very strong… but she’s good at keeping her own and her mind is where her strength is. She’s got the most beautiful H/C hair and the most stunning E/C eyes. She’s not all that confident in herself but I believe that’s what makes her who she is, she’s also very quiet but I pride myself in being able to get her to talk. She blushes adorably and she always listens to me.” Bellamy finished explaining, his voice lowering with each sentence. He let his eyes fall on you, fearful for your reaction but surprisingly you seemed unaffected.

“I’d say you’re smitten with her, I believe you should just tell her.” You said, completely oblivious of the fact that Bellamy was talking about you.

“Y/N. I’m talking about you.”

With wide eyes, a red face and sudden panic filling your stomach, you turned to Bellamy. “E-Eh?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.” Bellamy admitted. You froze, blushing madly and looking down at your lap you thought over what to say but was too frozen with shock; “please say you return my feelings.” You stayed silent for a long time, stuck with a loss of words. You heard Bellamy sigh and he softly set his hand on your thigh before pushing off the seat and walking to the exit of your tent. Sudden confidence flooded you and before he could walk out you yelled wait; “I-I do like. No,” you shook your head. Nodding your head, you looked up at his eyes. “I love you.

A sudden smile graced his features and walking back towards you he pulled you up, grabbing your face. “Great.”                          

It’s incredible how many comments against Charioce and his alleged “bad treatment to Nina” I have found until now.

Maybe many people don’t remember or do not want to remember, but the failed attack led by Azazel and the demons was immediately after the day of the reunion between Charioce and Nina, more specifically, their first date.

They are forgetting that the last thing Charioce saw about Nina was:

He meets a strong and innocent girl with cheerful personality, and a bit bashful before him. This is his genuine smile towards her:

And at the next day he got:

And after that:

Yeah, she looks a bit different, right? 

Charioce is a mere human, with doubts and ideals as anyone and had the correct reaction to each of the moments in which Nina was involved, another kind of reaction would go against his own character. And even with that, Charioce’s response was nothing more than another genuine smile:

He genuinely laughed at her once more, but this time, it’s kinda different, because he’s enjoying it. Is he maybe remembering the last night? What about this “true self” of her at his eyes? Who knows, only time will tell, but he definitely likes her.

Who You Are (Part 4)

Originally posted by de-sultory

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,352

Warning: swearing, shirtless peter

Summary: You are on a mission of your own when you get caught by a certain superhero.

A/N: I was planning on posting this tomorrow but I’m just so excited for this one that I had to do it today!!

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“His real name is Cletus Kasady,” Rick starts off. He’s pulled up many classified police reports, court cases, and other personal documents of this Kasady guy.

“What kind of parent names their kid Cletus?” Ida scoffs, standing behind Rick as he pulls up all of the documents on the larger screens in front of him.

“Well it seems like his mother wasn’t a big fan of him.” Rick states.

“Why do you say that?” You ask.

“Well it says here that his mom tried to kill him.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Is you ask box opened? If it is, can I request friend-turned-lover HCs of Kuroo, Iwaizumi and Akaashi please? Thanks!

Kuroo:

  • He’s absolutely the type to pine. He realized much sooner than anyone else that you’re the only one for him. What’s better than having a lover? Being friends with them first!!
  • Let’s face it; he’s head-over-heels for your laugh, your smile, the way your nose scrunches when you’re thinking. He somehow finds himself buying extras of limited edition snacks at the convenience store, so that the two of you can share.
  • You probably find out that he likes you as more than a friend after volleyball practice is over but everyone is still around getting some extra rallies in!!
  • One of his teammates - let’s face it, probably Lev lmao - says something about the two of you suggesting that he thought you were dating this whole time. “Dude, he’s like so in love with you?” and you’re like “WHAT” and Lev is like “uh yeah it’s obvious lmao why would you two be dating if you didn’t have the hots for each other.”
  • You’re so flustered at the idea of it, but not displeased, and Kuroo accidentally denies it too harshly out of his own embarrassment.
  • You’re shocked and kinda hurt at his reaction until his head whips around and he’s like NO NO THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT WAIT LET ME EXPLAIN—
  • You leave the gym and it’s Yaku who hits him in the shoulder like, “go after her!” and Kenma doesn’t look up from his phone but he’s like “yeah, go after her” and Kuroo is so touched by his friends he’s like yeah yeah okay I will with tears all up in his eyes.
  • He leaves the gym and looks around for you, scared you’re long gone but you throw yourself into his arms and once he gets over the initial shock and wraps his arms around you, you look up at him and smile. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

Iwaizumi:

  • I can’t totally see Iwa-chan and you being total blockheads about dating. You’re friends and you’re happy with the way things are; what’s the point in changing something that’s operating perfectly fine?
  • And you two say so, too. But people are like “lmao ‘operating’ why are you using those words to begin with that’s weird you guys are so dumb.”
  • But you and Iwa-chan just shrug it off like your friendship is great; other people’s opinions don’t bother you.
  • But what no one else really realizes is that you guys are already kind of acting pretty couple-y? Going out on dates which you both call “hanging out” even though it’s just the two of you.
  • You cuddle on the couch when watching movies and feed each other popcorn. Sometimes you two even play footsies but more competitive than actually cute. It’s all teasing and picking on each other, but to outsiders it straight up looks all affectionate and intimate.
  • Oikawa is like “I’m always third-wheeling!! tHE SEXUAL TENSION!!!!! I hate it!!!!!” lmao and Hanamaki and Matsukawa are like “do you guys friend-hold hands too?? how about friend-kissing?? friend-sex?????”
  • It isn’t until everyone starts pointing that stuff out and you guys deny it that someone outside of your immediate group tries to make a move, whether it’s someone asking you out or someone asking Iwa-chan out, that you both realize hey, actually I don’t like the idea of you doing these things with other people.
  • And whoever got asked out says so to the other!! But let’s face it, not without a bunch of misunderstandings, unnecessary angst, and Seijoh 3rd year meddling.

Akaashi:

  • You’re friends with someone else first! I was gonna say Bokuto, but let’s switch things up a bit and say Konoha!! You go to every game, and Akaashi recognizes you but he’s never talked to you.
  • Finally, you see Konoha outside the gymnasium and greet him and he introduces you to the rest of his team. You’re instantly attracted to Akaashi, even if it is platonically at first. Your guys personalities just really complement each other well!!
  • Bokuto has never seen Akaashi show that much interest to people who aren’t in the volleyball team, so he takes it upon himself to plot a way for you to get together…because he probably assumes that Akaashi’s got the hots for you just by the way he’s acting.
  • Konoha starts inviting you to hang out with him and his vball friends now that everyone knows you! And you and Akaashi are so in sync even though you don’t hang out otherwise.
  • The rest of the team manages to ditch you two during one of your hangouts and you both receive suspicious texts from Bokuto and Konoha, respectively, but don’t really tell the other person the details. You both have vague explanations like uhh let’s go they aren’t coming back,,,,,,and Akaashi suggests it’d be a waste of a day so why not hang out anyway?
  • You agree, and after realizing how much fun you two had, especially without taking care of the big babies in your friend group lmao, you exchange numbers and start hanging out just the two of you!
  • Which inevitably leads to dating, Konoha and Bokuto being really butthurt but also kind of happy about the way things have turned out. But of course, this isn’t gonna stop them from trying to crash your dates lmao
  • Well, you probably accidentally call it a date out loud for the first time and someone is like “you two are dating?!” and you get flustered and Akaashi is just like, ah I mean, if you want to, I’m not against the idea,,,,AT ALL.
  • And you’re like omg of course I would love to.
Snowed Under by your Love - Chapter 3

New chapter, coming your way!! Thanks for all the comments and Love that you’ve been showering this story with. Hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Thank you @kitten1618x for this wonderful cover!!

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3

JON saw Sansa’s eyes widening with horror as he said the words. Good, he thought to himself. Let her think that he had every intention, of going through with his threat. Serves her right, for what she’d done to him. Sansa opened her mouth a couple of times, but no words came out. Her fingers were trembling, and a bead of sweat trickled down her temple. She looked vulnerable, scared and defenseless.

But, Jon had in his whole life, never been THIS LIVID with anyone before. Sansa had hidden from him, the very existence of his daughter, HIS FLESH, and BLOOD. Of course, he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure of it, unless a paternity test confirmed it. But he knew. Jon knew Lyanna was HIS, unless she was the daughter of his secret doppelganger. He had definitely entertained the idea of dragging Sansa’s ass to court during his conversation with Lyanna, but all that had changed the instant he’d seen Lyanna run to her mother like she’d found the axis she revolved around.

And SANSA STARK had, regardless of his fury, managed to rob him of his breath, his anger, his purpose, his intent, his thoughts, and left his brains in a muddled mess, just by her mere presence. Five years had changed everything, yet nothing.

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I don’t think I really understood the misunderstanding Fitz and Aida convo so I’ve tried to write down what I think each side meant / thought was going on to get my head around it. 

Fitz: How could she even look me in the eye? She won’t stand the sight of me at all. How could she stomach it? The memory of seeing me shoot that woman. 

What Fitz means: I’m freaking out because Jemma’s seen the monstrous things I’ve done. How could she possibly love me after this? Her opinion carries incredible weight with me (because I love her). 

What Aida hears: He’s freaking out because he thinks he’s a monster. Jemma is an example here (one he’s focusing on because trauma) of the reaction he’ll expect from his friends and of his own inability to forgive himself. 

Aida: You know the reason that I wanted to get closer to you in the first place was to try to understand what you two felt for each other. You and Jemma. And I finally do. 

What Fitz hears: You and Jemma had something really special. 

What Aida means: I know you’re sad about your relationship ending but it’s okay because it led me to find humanity (which makes happy because you love me). You may be feeling some kind of loss right now but it was ultimately worth it. 

Fitz: Yeah. What we ‘felt’. Past tense. Cause my future with Jemma is dead. Killed that too. 

What Fitz means: Our relationship is over because she’ll never be able to forgive me because I’m a monster. This devastates me. 

What Aida hears: Our relationship is over and I feel I accidentally ended it in a very brutal way, which I regret. My feelings for her are past tense. 

Aida: It’s okay, it’s okay. 

What Fitz hears: I’m comforting you and letting you know I understand that you still love Jemma. 

What Aida means: You’re feeling sad right now but don’t worry you’ll be happy again one day (with me and the life we will build together). 

Fitz: There isn’t room in my heart for two people. You were everything to me. 

What Fitz means: I know I loved you in the Framework but we’re back in reality now and here I only love Jemma. 

What Aida hears: I loved you in the Framework and now that we’re back my love for you pushed away my love for Jemma. I ultimately love only you, but I’m struggling with the way things ended and having it happen in my brain so suddenly. 

Aida: I know. But as devoted to you as I was in the Framework, I understand you better now. How deeply you love. 

What Fitz hears: It’s okay that you love Jemma despite what happened in the Framework because I understand what love is now and know how strong it can be. 

What Aida means: Now that I’m a real girl now I know how much you love me! And how much I love you! We’re going to be okay. 

Fitz: You do understand me don’t you?

What Fitz says: You understand I only love Jemma now?

What Aida hears: You understand that I love you in this reality too? You understand what love is?

Aida: Yes Leopold now I do. It’s sad but beautiful, like a pain that feels good. If that makes sense. 

What Fitz hears: I understand that you love Jemma and whilst I’m sad about it, it was better to have loved and lost etc. 

What Aida means: Yes it’s a big complex emotion and whilst it’s occurred in a difficult way for us it’s ultimately amazing. 

Fitz: Yeah. You understand that my love will never fade. 

What Fitz says: You understand my love for Jemma is eternal and you cannot change that. 

What Aida hears: You understand I love you forever and want to spend my life with you. 

Aida: No, I know, poor thing. You’re a romantic. And there’s only room in your heart- 

What Fitz hears: Welp it’s a difficult situation but I get that because of how strongly you love that you will only ever love Jemma. 

What Aida means: It’s difficult for you but I’m the only person you love and Jemma’s just going to have to suck it up. 

Fitz: For her. 

The penny drops. 

Aida: What???