her territory

This is an occasional reminder that Game of Thrones’ version of Maggie’s Prophecy makes no mention of the Valonqar. It covers the deaths of Cersei’s children, and the Younger More Beautiful, which means it offers some explanation of why Cersei is so territorial about her kids, and why she’s so hostile to Margaery. 

It says nothing about why she’s so hostile to Tyrion, possibly because Cersei was abusing Tyrion well before she heard the prophecy. It says nothing about Cersei’s death. 

Which suggests the showrunners think they can arrange her death just fine without showing us that part of the prophecy.

Why all of the Disney princesses are awesome

Snow White

- was a survivor of attempted murder, and was resilient to not let that horrid and traumatizing event bring her down or let it ruin her life

- was a victim of emotional abuse, and didn’t let the abuse get to her

- would save a baby bird from danger and make sure it found it’s parents

- knows how to hold a rocking party with friends


- survivor of emotional abuse from her stepmom and stepsisters for many years, and stayed kind towards others

- despite her family treating her so wrongly and poorly, she just wanted to spend a night with them and have fun with them, and just be like a normal family “ Prince Charming, who “ ?????

- she’s sassy as fuck “ Well I don’t want to interrupt their “music lesson “ during her stepsisters bad singing

- even though she had a short time to be at the ball, she was grateful for the opportunity anyways


- Gives up her happiness, to perform her duty as a princess for her kingdom and her kingdom’s future and knows that she must do her job as a princess. That’s pretty brave and selfless.

- that gorgeous blonde curly hair !!!!


- she’s the first Princess that goes forward to make her dreams come true, rather than just wishing, hoping and waiting.

- she’s adventurous, curious, loves to explore, learn about new things and new cultures and new world

- she’s the first Princess to save her love interest, but once, but twice


- different, odd and a misfit from the common crowd and gives no fucks

- “ Women shouldn’t read “ Well shut the fuck up, I’m going to do what I love and enjoy anyways.

- takes no bullshit. You are a asshole ? Got no time for that. She’s outtie.

- sees the good within people, but is also isn’t naive, she knows that some people are just plain monsters, through and through.


- will stand up for her rights, and won’t be pushed around

- is quick, sharp, intelligent and a fast learner

-wants to learn more about the outside world and her people

-if you try and lie to her or manipulate her or treat her like she’s a fool, she’s not having that shit


-will fight for her people, her family, her world, her home, her culture

- she’s the first princess to save the day, not the guy, not a male sidekick, she’s the one the saves the day, while Snow had the Dwarfs, Cinderella had her mice friends, Aurora had Prince Phillip, Ariel had Eric, and Jasmine had Aladdin. ( Belle is debatable imo )

- loves the earth and nature and will protect it from harm


- she saves China, I mean, come on

- she never gives up, no matter what. If she fails, she will just try even harder to succeed and will find a way on how can succeed.

- brave, determined, strong mentally and physically, a kind friend

-teaches girls that it’s okay if you haven’t found yourself yet- if you don’t give up, one day you will, and you will conquer

- pushes gender norms

- another female princess that saves the day, not her male love interest, or sidekicks, is also the first princess to defeat the villian in battle, like a previous male character like Phillip or Eric would


- is hard-working, and never gives up on her dreams, and will work hard to get there

- teaches that dreams are done by sweating your butt off, giving up on fun sometimes, sometimes having to work more than one job, than just wishing and hoping, you have to take action, and make that dream happen

-ambitious and smart and realistic

- teaches that you shouldn’t take a short-cut, find a lazy option, cheat or gamble your way to success, the only to get there is through hard work and effort

- again,another badass princess that saves the day on her own


- is kind to everybody

- is cheerful, positive, warm and supportive towards others, even people who seem “scary “, she knows inside, that we all have dreams

-is brave enough to step outside her  zone and new and strange places and territories

- anger her by harming one of her loved ones and she will fucking tear you apart

- a talented artist

Anna and Elsa

- teaches girls that family love is just as important than romance love, if not more so

- Anna goes through a abusive relationship and isn’t put off love forever, she learns her lesson, doesn’t let Hans bad treatment of her ruin her or let her become a toxic person, like he was, and moves on with a better man, and a healthier relationship

- Elsa goes through basically being locked up with lack of other human contact, fearing her powers and fearing what other people think of, to come out as better and stronger person

- Elsa teaches that sometimes its best not let what others think of you, and just say “ fuck it “ and just be yourself and be free

- Anna teaches the difference between a unhealthy relationship (whirlwind romance,quickly trusting people, getting into a deep relationship with somebody you don’t even know )  and healthy one ( somebody who gives you his jacket when you are cold, holds you close when you are scared, is worried about your well-being, getting to know somebody first before leaping in, somebody who asks for your consent before kissing you, will do anything to make sure you are safe and okay )


- will do anything for her island and people and make sure they’ll all okay

- her leadership skills are A++

- no “ you are forced to marry this boy so you can become his queen”, BS, Moana is the future leader

- is brave to fear the unknown waters, learn new skills, and battle monsters

- is understanding, and understands why somebody acts the way that they do

- is extremely independent

in short, they are all awesome, even the three originals.


Just a Bro™ being jealous and territorial over his other Bro

Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

Out of the Blue 02

Rated: M

Warnings: Explicit vulgar hybrid smut, knotting, dirty talk. 

Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.

Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy

Words: 5k

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It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.

“So what do you think they’re doing?”

Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.

Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”

“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”

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for you pt. 1

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy Taehyung, angst, implied smut

Word Count: 4.4k

Originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

You knew better than to fall for someone like him. If he looked like trouble, then he probably was trouble. But you were never one to listen. There was something about him that drew you in. Maybe it was his voice. It was thick like honey and rolled off his tongue like the breeze on a hot summer day. Or maybe it was the rare moments where he let his guard down and flashed you that boxy smile that reminded you that underneath that tough exterior, there was a softness.

You remembered the first time you saw him. You were with your friends sitting outside of the only decent coffee shop on campus. Summer break was looming. The only thing holding you back between a summer without papers and deadlines were exams. And you had a lot of them. The only reason you had even left the library was because you were ambushed. Pairs of hands grabbing you and your things and dragging you out of the frozen solitude that was the library.

But they had their reasons. Momo had just caught the man she swore she thought she would marry (the 4th man she has ever felt this way about) cheating on her. They had been together for almost 6 months, but her’s wasn’t the only bed he was keeping warm. She was in hysterics by the time the barista had finished making your quad soy latte.

“I don’t understand how he could do this to me!” she shrieked between sobs. Her body was shaking violently. Your other best friends, Sana and Mina, were trying to console her. Mina was rubbing circles around her back while Sana was trying to convince Momo that if he was the one than he wouldn’t have done this in the first place.

“What happened this time?” you asked. You didn’t bother to try to hide the disinterest in your voice. You knew Momo and you knew how fast she bounced back. It might have seemed like the end of the world now, but the girl had a rubber heart. She would be back in the ring in no time.

“He cheated! That’s what happened!” her voice cracked as she spoke. “He told me he was going to spend all night in the library. But Mina and I went out last night and he was there. He was kissing some gir-” her words broke into sobs. Sana wrapped her arms around her and pulled Momo into a tight hug.

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What Maggie Didn't Tell Her

She didn’t tell her that she knew, the moment she looked up on that tarmac and saw her, that she was going to fall in love with her.

And not because Alex was the most beautiful woman Maggie had ever seen (even though she was). It was the way she carried herself, her confidence, her fierce protectiveness. Hell, even her territorial, borderline condescending arrogance.

She didn’t tell her that that knowledge put a pit in her stomach, because she’d made the mistake of cheating before. She’d been self-destructive enough to let herself get caught in that damn Baldwin hotel with some girl she barely knew, because Emily had suggested moving in together, taking the next step. And it couldn’t be real, it couldn’t last. So she’d made sure it didn’t.

She wouldn’t do that again. Even if her current relationship – now her ex – was on the rocks anyway, was borderline abusive anyway.

She didn’t tell her that her ex never picked her up from the job. Certainly not from the field.

She didn’t tell her that her ex was the jealous type, that the night they’d busted – and then been forced to release – Roulette, her ex had texted, wanting to know where she was. If her new secret service friend was with her. The one who’d busted up the bar just to find her. The one who literally threw herself into fire to save her life. The one who’d patched her up after.

She didn’t tell her that her ex only showed to pick Maggie up that night because she wanted Alex to know that Maggie was hers, hers, hers.

She didn’t tell her because telling her would involve telling her that she was falling for her. And that wouldn’t be fair. Wouldn’t be safe.

For anyone.

She didn’t tell her that when Alex first kissed her next to that pool table, she saw stars, she saw fireworks. She saw everything she’d ever wanted, and nothing she’d ever had.

She didn’t tell her that pulling back, that telling her no, was one of the hardest things she’d ever done. And she’d done a lot of hard things.

She didn’t tell her that her ex’s words stung her, bad, cut her, hard, but that underneath it, she was relieved. Relieved to be dumped, because maybe, Alex, maybe, it could… no. She didn’t tell her because she couldn’t tell her because she couldn’t destroy someone as perfect, as beautiful, as gorgeous – inside, outside – as Alex Danvers.

She didn’t tell her that her only thought after getting shot by Cyborg Superman, on feeling the mechanical poisons from his laser rip through her bloodstream, was Alex. Alex, Alex, Alex.

She didn’t tell her that confessing that she wanted to kiss her was scarier than her first mission out with the Science Division.

She didn’t tell her that she could never quite believe that they were together, that Alex wanted to be with her, that Alex wanted to love her. Didn’t tell her that she didn’t think she was worth it. That she only ever destroyed the women she touched. Only ever destroyed herself.

The first time they made love, she didn’t tell her that no woman had ever made her moan like that, scream like that. Ever. Until Alex.

The third or fourth time they made love, she didn’t tell her that no other woman had ever made her cum. She didn’t tell her that she’d just thought she couldn’t cum during sex. She didn’t tell her that when her body rocked through the deepest, hardest orgasm she’d ever had, all over Alex’s thigh, with Alex’s strong hands on her hips, on her back, she almost wept, because god, god, god, she didn’t tell her that no one had ever paid attention to her needs, her raw desires, like that.

She didn’t tell her that she was in love with her. Fully, irreparably, completely, absolutely in love with Alex Danvers.

She didn’t tell her, that is, until Alex was laying in the DEO’s med bay, barely breathing after a series of surgeries, barely recovering from a collapsed lung, second-degree burns over a quarter of her body, a series of broken ribs, courtesy of Cadmus’s revenge for Alex’s single-handedly blowing up their biggest facility.

She didn’t tell her that her stomach was sicker than it ever had been, even when her father stood over her fourteen year-old self, watching her pack the one bag she’d been allowed to take before she had to leave his house forever – she didn’t tell her, because Alex, barely conscious, didn’t need to hear that right now. Alex only needed to hear one thing.

“You have to get better, Danvers. You have to get through this. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met, Ally, and I need you. I need you, and I’ve never… I’ve never needed anyone. But I need you, Alex Danvers, because I… because I am so wildly in love with you, and I… I love you, Alex. I love you, I love you, I love you. Please be okay. Please.”

Alex’s eyes stirred under closed lids and Maggie’s heart leaps when Alex’s lips twitch and her eyes, slowly, blink open. Kara inhales deeply on Alex’s other side, hope returning to her tear-stained eyes.

“You… love me?” she croaked in a voice so ragged that it almost sounded nothing like hers. Kara reached for the cup of water and straw by the bedside and put it to Alex’s cracked lips. Alex sipped and gave her sister a faint smile.

“Hey Kara,” she tried to lift a groggy hand to Kara’s face. Kara stilled it, kissed it, gave Maggie an unsure glance because maybe Alex didn’t remember what she just heard two seconds ago.

“The pretty lady I’m in love with is in love with me too. Whaddaya know?” she whispered, and Maggie sobbed with relief as Kara laughed and J’onn, at the foot of the bed, breathed for the first time in hours.

So maybe, just maybe, telling Alex Danvers the things that she felt wasn’t such a terrifying idea after all.

anonymous asked:

Please do a jealous Jughead fic where he gets territorial over her but she's into it

So I’ve actually gotten a few requests for a Jealous!Jughead so here you guys go! Enjoy ;) and I’m always taking prompts, so feel free to send them!

He loves dating the cheerleader.

He’s well aware of the fact that his relationship is every cliche trope out there. The cheerleader and the outcast. The good girl with the bad boy. A Southside Serpent with a River Vixen? It was a story waiting to be written. He doesn’t care though. He loves dating Betty Cooper.

He never really gave a shit about coming to any of these football games before. He’s pretty sure he only ever came to one before and that was to attempt to talk things out with Archie; it worked. Now though, he comes to them for an entirely different reason.

Seeing Betty jumping around in her little River Vixens uniform, bright smile on her face as she tries to pump up the crowd? Yeah, it definitely got him feeling a little more than pumped up.

If it weren’t for Betty then it’s safe to assume that he’d never attend these games. He didn’t even go to Riverdale High anymore and he stuck out like a sore thumb from where he stood by the bleachers clad in his new leather jacket, but he didn’t care. Betty enjoyed having him there and he’d do anything to make sure she was happy.

He hardly pays attention to the football game at all. Do the Bulldogs even win? He doesn’t know. He thinks that they did pretty okay if the way that Betty is jumping up and down with her pompoms is anything to go by.

The clock finally runs out and he sighs in relief.

He watches as Betty looks around, trying to find him. Her eyes finally lock on his and she smiles and waves at him. She always tries to catch his eyes throughout the game as if she’s making sure that Jughead’s still there watching her and of course he is.

She holds up her hand, letting him know that she needs a few minutes to get her things together. He nods and crosses his arms as he leans back against the side of the stands.

Betty takes a bit longer than usual and he looks back towards the track to see if she’s coming yet, but what he actually does see makes his blood boil.

He’s a jealous guy. He’ll be the first to admit it. He’s always been a jealous guy, but this was the first time he had an actual girlfriend and to say he was a bit territorial was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust Betty, because of course he did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a problem with random guys looking at her or trying to hit on her.

Despite her disagreeing with him, Jughead was well aware that Betty was a freaking catch. She was drop dead gorgeous, smart as hell, and a complete sweetheart. He considered himself blessed that she had ever even been his friend, but now that she was his girlfriend? Yeah, sue him if he got a bit territorial with her.

So that’s the exact reason why his fist grips the metal railing in front of him tightly as his eyes narrow while he watches some guy from the rival school try to talk to Betty.

Doesn’t he have a bus to catch or something? Jughead wonders to himself. 

Betty looks uncomfortable as she tries to shove her pompoms into her duffle bag. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the football player at all and it isn’t until the guy actually puts his hand on her shoulder that Jughead springs forward onto the track.

“You about ready, Betts?” He asks her, shoving the guy’s arm away with his shoulder as he puts himself in between them.

Betty looks surprised before she smiles gently at him in thanks. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Uh, dude, we were kind of in the middle of something.”

Jughead rolls his eyes and grinds his teeth together before turning around.

“Yeah?” He says sarcastically, giving the guy an ugly look. “Please tell me what you and my girlfriend were in the middle of.”

The guy looks shocked for all of about three seconds before he smirks at Jughead. 

“She’s your girlfriend? Yeah, I bet.” 

A remark like that might have hurt his feelings once, but not anymore. He knows that he’s just as good for Betty as she is for him. Veronica tells them more often than not that they’re soulmates and he believes her. He’s not going to let some jock with bad breath stand in front of him and make him feel any different. 

“Yeah, she is but even if she weren’t, believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t have a chance in hell with her,” he sneers at the guy in front of him. “Don’t you have a bus to catch or something?”

Betty weaves her hand through his and tugs, probably trying to get his attention. 

“Juggie,” she whispers and he knows that she wants to leave already. He gives the guy one last glare before turning around to follow Betty out of the stadium. He doesn’t even take three steps before a large, meaty hand grips his shoulder tightly. It hardly hurts, but he whirls around and yanks his shoulder out of the guy’s grip. 

“Don’t touch my jacket,” Jughead hisses at him. “Did you get a catch of the logo on the back? I know you did. I’m not sure where you’re from and I don’t really give a shit, but you’ve had to have heard of the Southside Serpents here in Riverdale.” 

The guy’s face turns red. 

“And even if you haven’t,” Jughead continues, “touch me or my girlfriend one more time and you will, and I swear it’ll be the last thing you do.”

He turns back around and grabs Betty’s hand, leading her out towards the parking lot. 

“Jughead, calm down!” She shouts once they’re finally out of the stadium. 

He doesn’t answer her, instead he just turns around and places both his hands on her cheeks as he brings her face towards his and kisses her fiercely. It’s a kiss that says I love you, you’re mine. Only mine.

Betty hums into the kiss and allows him to completely take charge. It’s bruising and rough, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. When he finally pulls away she’s looking at him with glassy eyes and a dreamy expression. 

“You okay, Betts?” 

“I’m fine,” she sighs before smiling up at him. “That was just really hot.” 

Jughead laughs at her words and she chuckles softly. 

“You think so?”

“Mhm,” she hums. “In fact I think we should go to my house. My parents are working late tonight and I want to show you just how hot I think it was.”

“I love you so much, Betty Cooper,” he laughs as he follows her out of the parking lot.

“You’re about to love me a lot more.” 

And he doesn’t doubt that one bit. 


“When the world was young the seven Tsars and Tsaritsas divided it amongst themselves. The Tsar of the Birds chose the air and the clouds and the winds. The Tsaritsa of Salt chose cities with all their bustle and heedless hurtling. The Tsar of Water chose the seas and lakes, bays and oceans. The Tsaritsa of Night chose all the dark places and the places between, the thresholds, the shadows. The Tsaritsa of the Length of an Hour chose sorrow and misfortune as her territory, so that where anyone suffers, there is her country. This left only the Tsar of Life and the Tsar of Death to argue over what remained. For a time, they were content to quarrel over individual trees, stones, and streams, giving each other great whacks with that scythe which Death wields to cut down all that lives , and that hammer which Life wields, which builds up useful and lovely things such as fences and churches and potato distilleries. However, Life and Death are brothers, and their ambition is precisely equal.”

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

voltron shrek au

alright. alright alright alright alright.

  • KEITH is quite obviously SHREK. loner. off-putting personality. intimidating at first. probably smells weird. odd concept of what constitutes hygiene. good heart. not the best socially. puts in effort that often goes unnoticed thanks to preconceived notions. could benefit from a lot of hugs. impulsive. also: keith lives out in the desert, shrek lives out in the swamp. 
  • now this may throw some of you for a loop, but HUNK is DONKEY. anxious. tendency to ramble. appreciative of what’s important. vocal about it when annoyed or upset. supportive and loving, but ultimately aware of your bullshit and will call you on it if necessary. scares easily. aware of his own mortality. gets stuck in threatening situations because of his friends. tries to have a positive outlook. a good friend to have on your side. hilarious. genuine. would make u waffles.
  • LANCE is FIONA. critically underestimated. demands the #best out of life. a little spoiled + loves to be pampered. petty as hell. easy to toss over your shoulder. sarcasm as a pseudo-coping mechanism. actually very accepting. big heart. not afraid of Emotions. hard fucking worker. lowkey leadership skills. damsel in distress but accompanied by the trope of being Surprisingly Competent. grody jokes. certified nastie. genuinely supportive pal. will fuck u up… but at what cost… at what cost….

and did somebody say PLOT??????

  • haha too bad, i don’t have one
  • ok that’s a lie i have half of one
  • keith is the human child of a galra commander who was killed in battle. he basically raised himself on this alien planet away from everyone else because he wasn’t accepted and treated as an outsider/monstrosity
  • lance, a prophesied paladin of voltron, is kidnapped from earth and locked away in space with the discovered lion, left there to rot as bait for the other eventual paladins/lions
  • it’s surprisingly effective as a means of weeding out the rebels against galra rule
  • that is until zarkon starts taking captives instead of killing them all, because he still is no closer to obtaining the black, yellow, or green lions
  • shortly after this is when shiro manages to escape and crash land on earth, found by hunk and pidge, who are desperate in their search to recover their lost friend lance, whose disappearance (*pidge voice* ABDUCTION) was covered up by The Garrison, same as the disappearance of pidge’s family
  • (yes, this makes SHIRO the GINGERBREAD MAN)
  • hunk and pidge rescue shiro, repair his crashed ship with their beautiful genius brains, and head towards the Castle of Lions with swiped secret info + coordinates from The Garrison—- who, they find, knew exactly what happened to lance, pidge’s family, and why
  • the galra start dumping the captives for keeping on keith’s land, so that they can have them on hand for gladiatorial training, slavery, or other uses. keith is livid, but mostly because he has to deal with Change and People and Things Were Fine The Way They Were, Like, They Sucked, But He Wasn’t Dwelling On It Okay and Still, This Is Worse
  • once hunk, pidge, and shiro have teamed up with ALLURA (ARTHUR) and CORAN (MERLIN), hunk goes alone to retrieve the yellow lion, but ends up getting captured by the galra en route
  • this is how hunk and keith meet
  • hunk figures out what’s happening based on keith’s angry ranting, and when sendak promises keith that if he can find a way to use the blue paladin to lure out the rest of voltron, he can have his lonely little asteroid planet back
  • hunk uses this as an opportunity to go save lance!!!!! and good thing he does because keith needs him to help save the day on balmera thanks to his beautiful new She’s-Not-My-Girlfriend, SHAY.
  • keith doesn’t know what he’s going to do once they get there and meet this stupid, trouble-making blue paladin
  • defect against the galra? double-cross the paladins to get his home back?? was it even really a home to begin with??
  • he CERTAINLY doesn’t plan… to fall in Love…………………..

just,,, LISten ,,

  • keith: it’s no wonder u don’t have any friends? hunk: wow, only a True friend would be that Truly Honest?
  • (keith driving over a cliff) 🎶 I DON’T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION 🎶
  • hunk: (looks between keith and lance in disbelief) he’s as nasty as you are?
  • lance: (singing) bird: (explodes)
  • when a galra in the bush grabs a paladin by the tush that’s bad that’s bad that’s really really bad
  • keith: what am i? pidge: uh… really tall?
  • keith getting shot in the butt and lance having to pull it out
  • is that a euphemism
  • i don’t know
  • mullets are like onions
  • hunk: blue flower red thorns blue flower red thorns blue flower red thorns THIS WOULD BE SO MUCH EASIER IF I WASN’T COLORBLIND
  • blue flower 😎 red thorns 😎 #investigate

and that’s just the first movie,,

Where It All Began (College AU) Masterpost

A College!AU where Dean, the quarterback for the school’s football team is best friends with an English Major who inspires to become a teacher after college. After almost four years of being by each others side something shifts in their relationship.

Part 1: How their relationship has evolved from freshman year to today. Told from the Reader’s POV

Part 2: Dean tells his side of their relationship since the day they met.

Part 3: The reader’s parents have cancelled Thanksgiving plans, leaving her to stay in the apartment over the holiday until Dean offers to take her home with him.

Part 4: Dean shows the reader around his hometown before Thanksgiving dinner with his family.

Part 5: The reader gets an urgent call from her father. Dean follows her to her hometown.

Part 6: Things between Dean and the reader become heated

Part 7: Dean gets ready for his big game, but he can’t get the reader out of his mind.

Part 8: Dean plays his football game, and the reader and him are finally in a good place, only for tragedy to hit them.

Part 9: The reader talks to Dean, hoping that he can hear her. Lisa makes an appearance.

Part 10: The long awaited talk finally happens. The reader finally opens up to Dean.

Part 11: After everything they’ve been through, they finally take that next step

Part 12: Dean plans a date for the reader.

In Class Special: the reader give Dean a blowjob in the middle of a lecture

Part 13: Dean finds a pregnancy test and doesn’t react well to it

Part 14: Dean and the reader celebrate their last day of college separately. Both both of them share how their nights went

Part 15: The reader and Dean go to visit Mary and John for their 25th wedding anniversary. Both of them get a job at a local high school.

Part 16: The reader and Dean get an apartment together and start their teaching  jobs. Anna marks her territory on Dean, causing BIG problems in your relationships

Part 17: Both the reader and Dean are dealing with their break up individually. Dean starts to make things right by dealing with Anna.

Part 18: Dean and the reader attend Jo’s wedding together not as a couple. Throughout the day you realize just how much you’ve missed Dean.

Part 19: Dean and the reader talk everything over, hoping they can form some solid ground to build on.

Part 20: The two of them get back into their routines together, which include flirting and all around sappy cuteness

Part 21: Thanksgiving at the Winchester house. Dean’s acting a little distant with the reader, only to reveal the reason why.

Part 22: The reader and Dean get ready for their last week of work before Christmas break when an unpleasant surprise has them wondering whether the holidays will be something they will be celebrating this year.

Part 23: The reader is in the hospital, unconscious. Dean sticks by her side, praying that she’ll be okay, and that she’ll wake up soon.

Part 24: The reader wakes up and the hospital releases her in time for Christmas. Dean won’t let her out of his sight. 

Part 25: Jess and the reader have a girls night, only to have the boys come back and cause a little trouble

Part 26: The reader and Dean’s wedding

Part 27: Dean and the Reader head off on their honeymoon.

Part 28: The reader and Dean face something that is about to change their lives forever.

Part 29: Y/N and Dean prepare themselves for their new bundle of joy on the way.

Part 30: The Final Part


Study Session
Christmas Decorating
Apartment Hunting

The Boy Who Couldn't Get Out Of Her Head | Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @celestial-writing
Warnings: none,cute fluff, some gore and violence
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2k
Request: none
AN: Hey! I’m Madi and this is my first imagine like ever! I really have to give a huge thank you and early/not early happy birthday to Steff, @dumbass-stilinski who literally supported me through this imagine and helped me edit! Also a huge thanks to my bestie, Camile, @minhosmeanhoe for supporting me all the way! Hope you guys like this and send requests if you guys want!


Stiles Stillinski.

(Y/N) couldn’t get that boy out of her head. Ever since meeting him at the homecoming dance when he was looking for Lydia when Peter took her. Since then he consumed her thoughts with that mischievous smile.

She walked to her locker, opening it to grab her books for the day, to only hear the laugh of Stiles Stillinski come her way. She smiled to herself and a took a deep breath in to calm her nerves, she knew Stiles didn’t have werewolf powers but when he was around her heart still raced around the boy she was in love with.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He hollered walking down the hallway, smirking as he leaned next to her on the lockers.

“Hey Stiles, what’s up?” She said happily and looked at him but saw his gaze stuck on Lydia, and she didn’t want to know what the strawberry blonde was doing to catch his gaze this time. She let out a sigh and shut her locker which took him out of him trance.

“N-nothing much. You know…” he stumbled in his words, scratching the back of his head. “But I have been looking in my dad’s office..”

She raised her eyebrows in a motherly manner. “Define ‘looking’, Stiles.”

“Well I have been sneaking around in my dad’s office but there’s been some weird stuff going on by this old warehouse…supernatural stuff. I thought it would be good investigate the place, it could be a portal to an alternate universe for all we know?.” Which caused her to let out a chuckle from the rambling that came out of those pretty pink lips she had her eyes trained on.

“Wanna check it out with me after school?” He asked raising an eyebrow and giving her a big smile, making her heart flutter.

“What about Scott?” She said confused at first, Stiles always having his escapades with his best friend of an Alpha. They were always together at the hip, well until Allison came around.

“I didn’t ask him, (Y/N).” Stiles said with a smirk, which made her bite her lip.

“Uh huh, and you didn’t ask Lydia either?” She asked with a slight hint of jealously. Other than Scott, Stiles was also with Lydia, the girl he was hopelessly in love with and she never gave him the time. It hurt how much she liked, scratch that, loved Stiles and she knew he wouldn’t even have feelings for her back because of Lydia. But she wouldn’t let her nightmarish reality get in the way of spending anytime with Stiles.

“Nope. Do you want to go with me or no?” He asked looking a little nervous. She smiled and nodded, a smile appearing from the tired boy in front of her.

“Good! See ya later!” He gave you a peck on the cheek and ran to his next class. She stood in the middle of the hallway, stunned by what happened and slowly headed to class, still in shock that Stiles Stillinski just kissed her on the cheek. Yes, it may of been on the cheek but it was a lot for her. She thought it over in English class and then shook it off just thinking it was a friendly thing, right? It had to be, he was in love with Lydia, he had to be…

After the whole school day went through it’s course, she met Stiles at his baby blue jeep named Roscoe. Stiles ran over to her, tripping over the hood of the car and almost falling on her to open the door of Roscoe for her.

“I-I could of opened the door..” she said trying not to laugh at what the scene he just made.

“What kind of gentleman would I be?” He replied giving a wink and a blush started to creep up her neck.

He walked back over and hopped into the jeep and they started on there way to the warehouse. He turned on the radio to some sort of old rock station and let it play in the background as they passed all the forest scenery around them.

She looked over at him, staring at him a second, memorized by the scattered moles across his face. Then her eyes caught down to see his pink plump lips, just thinking of him pulling over and pressing his lips to her own.

“Hey?” He spoke loudly to her, waving his hand in front of her face, pulling her away from her trance. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Y-yeah? Sorry just thinking?” She mumbled causing her to blush. Embarrassed about her own thoughts and what just happened, she mentally scolded yourself. Stiles was still in love with Lydia, what even gave you the idea he would ever be even interested with her. Lydia was the perfect strawberry blonde girl of his dreams and she was just the girl he hung out with at pack meetings and worked on assignments.

“Okay…well we’re here.” He mumbled softly, giving her a worrying look which left a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. She opened the door of the jeep and walked back to see Stiles with two bats in his hand.

“His and Hers bats of course.” He said to her, breaking the silence with a genuine smile and handing her a bat, which made her laugh. She shut the door to Roscoe and they made their way to the abandoned building. They passed the large symbol cut into the side of the warehouse and entered the building, her grip on the baseball bat tightened.

“Stiles, what did you find out about this warehouse in your dad’s office?” She asked slightly scared, as she heard scratch marks down the sides of the walls, which caused Stiles to grab (Y/N) hand.

“This use to be an old distillery, abandoned for awhile until my dad found a dead body cut in half and decapitated here a couple years ago…” he looked at her slightly nervous. Her breath hitched when he grabbed her hand but the scratches kept coming closer.

“Then ‘animal attacks’ started again…” he whispered.

“Stiles I think we should go.” She said scared.

“Yeah. We should go.” He nodded in agreement and started to pull her in the direction of the car.

“Not so fast little ones..” Kali groweled behind them, her red alpha eyes gleaming and teeth bared. She felt Stiles death grip her hand as she started to breathe heavier and she dropped the bat out of pure fear. (Y/N) never really fought with the pack, she just helped figure things out with Stiles and Lydia, so she was terrified and Stiles knew that.

“Get back.” Stiles spoke sternly, trying to hide the fear in his voice, raising the bat up in front of them. “O-or I’ll hit you with the bat!”

She laughed right in there faces, her claws extended and ready to rip them into little pieces. “You kids picked the wrong place to make out.”

(Y/N) and Stiles could barely react before Kali ran up and slashed (Y/N) in the face, knocking her down the floor and losing her grip on Stiles’ hand. He gasped and yelled out her name before gripping his bat and swinging it at Kali who dodged it and swiped her foot at Stiles. He swung his bat again towards her and hit her side, making her stumble. (Y/N) tried to get up, she lost her bat when she first saw Kali. She looked around for Stiles but blood covered her eye as it gushed out of the wound. She tried to get up but failed from the dizziness, only be grabbed by a pair of hands with claws at her throat. Kali gripped her throat and Stiles looked at them fearful, almost tearing up, thinking (Y/N) could be killed. He held his bat tighter, ready to attack her to get (Y/N) back.

“Hit me Stiles, I dare you, but if you do….sweet little (Y/N) gets her throat slashed. You trespassed alpha property and I’m not that merciful.” Kali dug her claws into (Y/N) throat starting her to gurgle slightly from the pain.

“D-don’t h-hurt her! T-take me okay, let her go!” He stuttered, looking scared out of his mind. He dropped the bat, his hands shaking just hoping Kali would let her go.

“Now what fun would that be?” She smiled and then loud growl came behind them, which (Y/N) couldn’t see how it was because she passed out in Kali’s arms from the blood she loss from the wound on her head and the punctures in her throat.

She thought she would wake up in the abandoned warehouse, not in Stiles’ arms in the back of his baby blue jeep as was softly running his hands threw her hair and adjusting the blanket he had wrapped around her.

“S-Stiles?” She whispered softly, opening her eyes to feel pain all over her head and throat, knowingly they were taken care of by feeling the soft bandages on her skin.

He shook out of his daze and looked at her relieved. “You’re awake…t-thank god.”

“Stiles what happened to Kali?” She whispered, confused about the whole ordeal.

“I texted Derek where we were before we even went there, so he took care over…she left when Derek got there. I didn’t know Kali was there or that was her territory…(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I never meant you to get hurt..” he told to her softly, looking into her eyes meaningfully.

“Stiles it’s okay..” she said softly as she went to hold Stiles hand which laced with hers.

“It’s n-not okay (Y/N), I could’ve got you killed…just because I wanted to impress you…I’m so sorry (Y/N).” he admitted to her, his gaze turning away from hers. She looked at him confused and put her hand under his chin and pulled his gaze back to hers.

“Why would you want to impress me?” She asked confused, still thinking Stiles was madly in love with Lydia.

“Because being with you these last couple of months, I have developed such deep feelings for you, j-just thinking about you with anyone else…well I really couldn’t think of it..” he admitted to me, his eyes watered down slightly from all the emotion filling the room.

“Stile-” she said but was quickly cut off by Stiles.

“(Y/N), when Kali was going to k-kill you, I knew if it happened I could never live with myself b-because I love you…” he whispered.

All the breath was taken out of her lungs and she felt her heart start to beat against her chest. The boy she loved had the same feelings she had for him. The boy who tried to protect her against the Alpha and put his life on the line for her.

“I love you too, Stiles..” she admitted and she gently put her hand on his cheek and pulled him down to press her lips against his. He didn’t do anything for a second before slowly moving against hers. They stayed like that for awhile, just kissing and pulling each other closer without trying to touch the injuries,
until Scott opened the door and they quickly pulled apart.

“O-oh sorry guys, ruined a moment, didn’t I…uh Deaton wants to see you, (Y/N)..” Scott said embarrassed for ruining the moment and scratched the back of his head. Stiles gave him a slight glare and (Y/N) chuckled. She slowly got up with the help of Stiles and walked inside of the animal clinic.

(Y/N) almost died today, was terrified out her mind, and now had a great story to tell to the pack, but even after all of that, she learned that the boy of her dreams loved her back. Now Stiles would never get out of her head, but that wasn’t too bad in her case.