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Review - 13x21

Review Omelia 13x21

Hey guys, @jordan202 here, welcome back to another weekly review on Omeliasource. Stick with me because the ride is long but the news are good.

And what an amazing episode we had this week!

Originally posted by ellenpombaeo

Whoever randomly peeks at my Asks knows that for a while now I have been saying I had a feeling the four last episodes of the season would probably try to rescue some of that old school Grey’s feelings and I have to say, I wasn’t disappointed at all! And the amazing Omelia development is only a part of what made this episode a great one, perhaps the best of s13B.

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Some Belated Valentines 2k17 Highlights from Flower Land

- The giant Russian man who stormed through the door while we were quite busy and shouted “Whoooo is helping me? I need BEST FLOWERS in the WORLD because I have BEST WIFE!!”
- The old man who picked up his roses at 8 AM and when I said “I hope she likes them!” giggled and said “These oughta keep me outta the dog house for at least a week!”
- At 3 PM: “I need a delivery of tulips to the south side today.” “We aren’t doing any more deliveries to the south side today.” “I should tell you that this is on behalf of my client {Redacted Football Player} of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.”
- “Hey, boss, I have an order from FootballPlayer of The Bears and he is willing to pay literally anything.” “Don’t you mean FootballPlayer of The Bears FOR NOW?”
-“Okay tell him we’ll do it but he has to buy all our remaining tulips.”
- One guy wanted to buy a teddy bear holding a real rose so I made a teeny tiny rose bouquet for the bear to hold and it is easily the cutest thing I have ever made.
- This same guy grabbed a 55 dollar
arrangement from my table and brought it to me and said “Add flowers to this until it is 200 dollars.”
- Valentine’s Day makes some men crazy.
- When the last man came in to pick up his arrangement twenty minutes after we were supposed to close everyone who was working shouted his name in unison and it was Hilarious.
- All the parents sending flowers to their single professional daughters. Almost all of them made me teary. People from all over the country have daughters who live in Chicago and are single and they all wanted to send their single Chicago daughters flowers.
- “A man is calling and he says you are his best friend?” “What?” “He has an Eastern European accent?” “OH! It’s the man who has the best wife!”
- “I would like 100 roses.” “That will be 600 dollars.” “I would like 12 roses.”


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For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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kyleegaming  asked:

Are you gonna make more of the thing with Sanzu and TK? I really love that. Or was that like, a one time thing?

As of now, we currently got our own things goin’ on at the moment XD What I know is that we only made those silly stuff just for fun~ and we’re happy you guys enjoyed that as well. Hopefully we’ll get to do more crazy shenanigans like this in the future. Maybe with @blesstale

If not, then hey, here’s for hopin’! Now have a TK fixing the damaged ship while people are out~ ( yeah, he kicked it out of rage~ and now has to fix it Xp )

No one gonna let him get away that easy….. X’D


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the scents are:

AT PEACE - green tea & jasmine.

AMERICANA - hot apple pie.

ANUBIS - egyptian musk.

DEATH’S BLOSSOM - white lily & ginseng.

VIGILANTE - cedarwood & black pepper.

HACKER FOR HIRE - sea shore & lime.

TIME FOR A CUPPA - darjeeling tea rose.

only offense characters are available for now, but ill be releasing defense, tank and support ones soon!

each candle is made from natural soy wax, burns approx. 20 hours, and costs $12.

you can read more about the scents, the candles themselves, and of course purchase them right HERE! please reblog to spread the word and i hope to see plenty of purchases from you guys soon <3

[SUMMARY: Negan doesn’t allow his wife to work in the sanctuary on Valentine’s Day. Although she still tries to so that she can gain respect, Negan leaves the men with a warning so he could have her all to himself.]

Smut/Semi Fluff

Negan and Ebony.

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Hey Guys, 

I made a mistake on the credit page of our Hidoku Shinaide Chapter and I want to correct it now. As you may or may not have noticed, we have a new credit page. I found smol naked Nemu on the cover of the 5th Hidoku Volume and I haaaad to use him ^^ But in the editing process somehow (still don’t know wtf happened), one name in the credits disappeared. The cleaner for the chapter was Yoru from Sentimiento Yaoi. But our own cleaner kaNd cleaned the colored doublepage.

I should mention, that the pages of the Be x Boy Magazines are super thin. You can see what’s on the next page. Crap, sorry. English -.- I don’t know how to explain it better. They’re like transparent…

It’s super super hard to clean those pages. Yoru did an amazing job,
and so did kaNd.

She worked on that double page for days, I’m still amazed about  how it turned out. 

It’s driving me nuts that I didn’t credit her, even if it happened by accident. 

That’s why I wanted to make this post. 

Some cleaners are artists and I literally fangirl over their work. 

I’m sorry kaNd! I love you and your work and I feel so blessed that you’re part of my team. Thank you so much for all the hard work you do!
That goes for my whole team. Love you guys so much! 

And thank you to every cleaner out there, you guys rock!!!

Thank you for reading!


I’m Not Him

Jughead x Reader. 

Prompt: The reader is in a bad relationship with one of the jocks, when they get into a huge fight she goes to see her Jughead, her best friend. Jughead tries to convince her she deserves better. 

Originally posted by marorra

I’m Not Him 

“No, your an ass-hole!” You shout, pushing his chest away from yours. You look up to meet his cold eyes, like he was feeling nothing about this whole situation. How he didn’t even care about how he had hurt your feelings. The countless times he had made you feel “unworthy”. The dates he stood you up on. The time you thought were romantic, personal moments between the two of you, but he left you the minute you looked away. Always finding something better. 

“Don’t over-react Y/N. Not again” he sighs, rolling his eyes yet again.
“Over react?! It’s our 5 month anniversary and you don’t even care! You’d rather spend it one some stupid guys night out?”
“Hey! I am always letting you go off to spend nights with Veronica and Betty, I never complain then!”
“Okay, one, when I spend those nights with my friends, it’s not on our anniversary or when we’ve made plans. And excuse me? You “let me” spend time with my friends?“
"You know I didn’t mean it like that” he rolls his eyes again. Is he serious right now? You feel your blood start to boil in your veins as your anger rises. You press your hand into a fist behind your back, your nails digging into the palms hard. 

“I don’t care what you meant. I’m leaving” you sigh, biting your lip to stop it from quivering. You grab your jacket and bag from the floor next to the couch you were both sitting on and rush over to the door.

“Come on Y/N. Chill the fuck out. It’s not like we were going to do anything special” he scoffs. Clearly not remembering how you’d confided in him. How a few weeks ago in a heated moment where he had tried to take off your clothes you promised him that you would make your anniversary special. Giving him your virginity was something so special to you, it showed how much you trusted him, how much you cared, how much you loved him.
Clearly it meant nothing to him.

“Fuck you” you whisper, hoping he heard you as you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.

The cold hit you as you walked the empty, dark streets. The thin jumper you picked up this morning was perfect for the cool breeze of morning but when it became night, the thin layer was not enough to save your skin from the air. You shivered, hugging your arms as you walked. Where to go? Not home, he would think of that, be there waiting for you, waiting to make up. With blood still boiling you decide to walk far and fast. No particular direction, just any way to distract yourself.

“Y/N?” asks a voice in the darkness, making you jump. With worried eyes you look around, suddenly realising where you had walked to. A movie plays in the background to an almost empty drive in. The voice coming from your best friend who was leaning against the door to the projection room. His crown perfectly settled on his head as usual, proving to the world how much of a prince he really was, despite so many people being unable to realise it.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asks, talking over the movie which you realise is Pretty In Pink, a classic, and one of your favourites. It was the scene where Andie confronts Blane about their prom, shouting at him to admit he is ashamed of her. How ironic.

“I just needed to breathe” you sigh, your breath appearing like a cloud of smoke in front of your face.
“You look freezing” he rushes over to you, pulling off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. When he gets up close he looks at you properly. His intense stare looking at every detail on your face.
“Thanks Juggie” you force a smile on your lips.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” he asks, looking down at you, never breaking his gaze, clearly concerned. Why did he have to be so perfect. He cared so much that it felt inhuman sometimes. He cared for everyone, was always there for Archie in times of need, when Betty needed calming down or cheering up, he was always there. But sometimes that looked like nothing compared to how he looked out for you. Whenever there was the slightest glint of sadness or anger on your face he was there, within seconds he would be making you smile, cuddling you when you felt lonely, bringing Pop’s take out to your house with a movie to cheer you up before you had even text him to ask if he was free. It’s like he knew you better then you knew yourself.

Bringing you inside the projection room he walks behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms trying to warm you up as much as possible. You both sit down on his mattress laid out on the floor in the corner. You had constantly offered Jughead a place to stay at your house, your parents loved him and would do anything for him, but Jughead knew your boyfriend. Knew how jealous he would get, and he didn’t want that drama at school. Drama was never something Jug voluntarily got into unless it was to protect someone else.
“So, are you going to tell me what brings you out here so late at night?” He asks with a sigh, lifting his arm up to lazily swing it around your shoulder, bringing you in closer so you can lean against his chest. You sigh happily in the comfort of the moment. All the anger you had early started to fade away as you melted into his arms.

“Just… It’s just him” You hear Jughead sigh. He knew exactly what he was like, his habit of lowering your confidence, making you beg for his attention as if he was a God you had to worship. From the beginning Jughead had shown his distaste for your taste in men, the amount of times he told you to leave him but you never paid attention. You thought you knew what love was, but if this was it, was it really worth it?

“What has the ass-hole done now?” he asks, squeezing your shoulder, pulling you closer into his chest, if that was even possible.
“He’s decided he wants to miss our anniversary for a guys night out”
“Y/N” he says sympathetically. “He’s a dickhead. I’m not surprised…”

Listening to Jughead rant was not what you needed right now. He lectured so many times about him but now was not the time for another lesson.
“Jughead stop. Please!” You shout, louder then you had intended too but the anger in you had started to rise again. You push yourself away from his chest, sitting up to look at him directly. He stops mid-sentence, just staring at you. “I can’t listen to this right now. I know you hate him. I know. You are my best friend, that’s what I need you to be right now! I don’t want you to tell me how he’s a dick, how he keeps doing this because I know he does! I’m the one who’s had to put up with it first hand! I don’t want it repeating for me by you, not now!” You shout, your eyes watering in the moment. It felt like everyone was against you. Like everyone wanted to treat you like shit. Like a child who couldn’t understand, or a toy for them to play with. You look away from Jug, towards the wall where he had posters hanging loosely, despite this you could still feel his eyes gazing at you.

“Fine.” Jughead says, finally breaking the silence that had fallen between you two. “Fine. I won’t say anything else about him ever again. As long as you listen to me know Y/N” He grabs your hands, pulling your attention back towards him. He softly strokes the pad of his thumb against your hand, a soothing gesture which makes you breathe deeply, calming yourself. He looks at your eyes deeply. “Y/N, you deserve so much better. I can say he’s a jerk all I want, I know that won’t change your feelings. But I just want you to know the way he treats you is bullshit. You are the most intelligent, funny, beautiful, fantastic girl I know. Any guy would be the luckiest man on Earth to even have a chance to be with you. You deserve the world. The whole galaxy even and he can’t even bring you a star.”

“Jug…” you say, speechless to his words.

“I know I’m not him but if I was then I would be fighting everyday to make you the happiest girl ever.”

You sit there for a second. Trying to find the right words to say to your best friend. The guy you had known since childhood, yet you had never seen this side to him. Never felt so special, so speechless, so loved. In a rush you lean forward, placing your lips delicately on his. It takes a second for him to respond, but soon he kisses you back. A hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. He smiles into the kiss, pressing his lips hard on yours, rough and desperate. I move closer, placing my leg over his so I was straddling him. He bites my lower lip and sucks harshly, making me moan into the kiss. My hand lands on his chest, the other going to his hair, pulling off his beanie along the way. I gently tug his hair, making his moan as well. After a minute I break the kiss, looking down at him as he catches his breath. I look down and smile.

“Jughead. You are my world” I say honestly. A smile breaks out on his face as he raises his head, delicately pressing his lips back on mine.

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All of Me [Suga]

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

“Babe,” He cooed from the other room.

“I’m coming,” I said as I applied some chapstick before heading out of my bedroom door.

“I’m not rushing you; It’s just that you know how Jin can be.”

“Well, I’m in no rush. I have to be looking perfect,” I walked towards him as he held out my jacket.

“But you are already perfect,” he looked at me lovingly as I put one arm in each hole and then smoothing out the jacket before turning towards him.

“You are quite smooth with your words,” I poked him on the nose as he snaked his arm around my waist, clasping his hands together on my back to secure the position we were in.

“I’m always smooth. Have you just noticed that?” He crinkled his nose as he stared into my eyes, “What was taking you so long?”

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I Think I Love You

A/N: Can I just say, I suck at titles? All of them should be untitled lol. Hope you enjoy this, I’ve been working on it the last few days. Sorry for any errors. Oh and I’m not entirely sure Sam eats bacon, but for the sake of this story he does :D

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader and Dean are struggling with their feelings. 

Word Count: 1,618

Warnings: Language, tiny bit of angst

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Standing in the hallway of the bunker you considered your options.

1. Tell Dean how you felt.
2. Leave and never come back.

The second was more appealing, you didn’t face rejection, you didn’t want to make things weird between you. But it also meant you would never see him again. The first terrified you. Each time you thought of telling Dean how far gone you were it made you want to weep. You thought you were tougher than that. You hated to cry, thinking it showed weakness. Rolling your eyes at yourself you headed to the library. Things had been calm the last few weeks, just the occasional demon or vampire nest causing trouble.

Sitting down with a book from your personal collection you dove into a world not your own. It had been awhile since you read it, but it being a childhood favorite you couldn’t help but crack it open every now and then.

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Hey guys! I hit 1k a little while ago, and I meant to make this sooner (but i’m super lazy lol) I’ve wanted to do a follow forever for a while now, and 1k seemed like the perfect reason to do one! Image made by the wonderful @spacemcclain

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Little Red

Summary : Jim Kirk loves teasing the reader because of her height. The reader shows him that though she maybe tiny,she is not to be messed with. 

Pairing : Jim Kirk x reader

POV : Third Person

Word Count : 949

Beta Reader : the lovely @yourtropegirl who (along with @lostdreamsanddeadroses ) changed my life for better or worse by introducing me to this fandom. Thank you darling <3

A/n : This is my first ever Star Trek fic. Constructive criticism is welcome <3

Originally posted by captainprincesskk

He was late yet again.

To be fair, he would have got there early if it hadn’t been for Gaila, who couldn’t find her shirt and the fact that they’d started making out halfway through. But Bones didn’t need to know that. 

“Thought you wouldn’t make it” Bones said, slapping Jim on the back. 

“And miss out on getting you drunk and getting you some action? Not a chance,” Jim chuckled, taking a seat at the bar with the others. 

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How to get the girl... Ask her (Parker x reader)

A/N: Just a cute idea at 2 am. Also totes listening to Gambino when I can’t sleep.

Tags: @imamotherfuckingstar-lord@courtneychicken, @thecupcakeconsumer, @bitch-m-fabulous

Warnings: language, situations of a sexual nature, too tired to be operating heavy machinery but I wrote this anyway

Originally posted by stormborn

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You’re a Womanizer Baby

Simple: H2OVanoss, Dancer!Del, Jealous!Evan, and kinda inspired by Britney and that one Britney glee episode? anyways enjoy

When Jonathan strutted into the club, Evan almost choked on his water. His crop top and shorts showed off every inch of his body. And Evan saw every guy’s and girl’s head turn to look at him. Evan grabbed his jacket and ran up to Jonathan.

“Hey Jon,” Evan said, draping his jacket over Jonathan’s shoulders discretely. Jonathan shrugged it off, handing it back to Evan. He sighed, staring after Jonathan as he made his way to the bar. Evan chased after him fruitlessly.

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A Rapper's Kids (Zico)

Originally posted by daddiesprncess

Type: Fluff

Sangin, aka his father’s biggest fan was happy to be a big brother to little Jooseok and Yerim. Sangin spent his time trying to teach his 1 year old brother and 3 year old sister things he picked up from watching his father and uncles that he thought were cool. The 5 year old would wear his ZICO merch with pride while Jooseok would wear whatever his brother put on him. Yerim on the other hand was in love with Block B as a whole and owned more Block B than just her father’s.


“You should feel special Jooseok, this my favorite sweatshirt. I wish I still fit it” Sangin says as as the 1 year old who flopped his arms in the oversized sweatshirt. It had a picture of Sangin at age three with Jiho and he managed to be able to wear it for 2 years before he outgrew it. “Block B is performing soon and we are going to cheer dad on” he said holding up his clentched fist in excitement as Jooseok simply sucked on his pacifier.

“Don’t I get anything?” Yerim pouted “no dad isn’t your favorite” he told his little sister as she stomped her feet. “Mama! Sangy is being mean” she cries out as Sangin panics “shut it” he whines as you came into the room.


“Dad!” Sangin yells as he runs to his dad entered the home. “Hey bud” Jiho says as Sangin wraps his arms around his dad’s long legs. Jiho pats his son’s head “I need to come inside I’ve had a long day” he told his son as Sangin unlatched himself letting Jiho in.

“Hey” Jiho says as he wraps his arms around your waist as he chuckled into your ear “hello” you tell him as he looked over your shoulder “dakgangjeong?” he asked as you nodded “ooo we’re eating good tonight-wait this is Sangin’s favorote. Is it his birthday already?” he began to panic as you turned to him “take Sangin into work with you” you state as he raises a brow “I think it would be the best thing to see daddy at work, you know?” you asked him as you ran your hand over his chest “if you do I’ll treat you well” you flirt as you wrap your arms around his neck before leaning in and bumping your nose with his. He smiled lightly rocking the two of you lightly. 

“Daddy” “Yerim” he hears as he turns to see his little girl. He quickly bends down and picks her up. “How’s my  princess?” he asks as she “I want Zico shirt” she tells him as she give him her cute puppy dog look. “Really? You never want Zico merch” he says with a smile as she shrugs. “Sangin gave his hoodie to Jooseok and now she’s jealous" you tell him as he makes a sound. “How about you and I take a bunch of photos together and then get one made just for you and me. Matching and all” he said as she nods quickly. “How about you go get washed up for dinner?” he says as he walks over to the kitchen entrance “hey big guy go get washed up with your sister” he says as Sangin quickly gets up and nods. He puts her down and she runs off along with her brother.

“You wanna get Jooseok up” you tell him as he sighs. “Can’t I have a little sugar first?” he asks as you head over to him wrapping your arms around him and pull him in for a kiss. “I’ll go get Jooseok washed up” he says as he pulls back breathlessly. “Is he still in the hoodie?” he then asked as you nod. “This is gonna be cute” he says as he walks off.

The After Party

An alternate take on Cheryl’s after party in Episode One “The River’s Edge”. Betty sticks around after Veronica and Archie enter the closet. Jughead makes an appearance and Cheryl decides to have some fun.

Hey guys, this is going to be a three to four part fic, which will be a little different to my other fics so far. More angst-y then fluffy. I hope you enjoy so far. 

Now completed : Part 2   Part 3

Part One:

Betty did her best to try and make sure the hurt was not showing on her face. Cheryl had made the decision that the bottle was not pointing at her. She was trying to get a rise out of her and Betty was determined to not let her win this one. She continued to smile sweetly, listening to the conversation around her.

“Reggie.” She piped up. “Could you get me one of those shots.” She motioned to the drinks up at the bar.

“Sure Betty.” Reggie nearly fell over himself in his haste to get to the bar. He knew that her drinking at one of these parties was a no-no. Getting Betty Cooper to let her hair down for once would be an interesting little experiment and while spoilsport Archie was otherwise engaged. He returned to the group with a plate of the shots offering to Betty first. She took it from the plate and downed it quickly. A part of her hoped that it would help her forget what may be going on in the broom closet a few steps away from where she was. “Whoo way to go Cooper.” Reggie shouted in congratulations before taking one himself. She could still feel the alcohol burning her throat as she gave him a nervous smile.

It was at this moment that the perpetually moody Jughead Jones came through the front door, skulking as he made his way around the periphery of the group. Betty was surprised to see him, he never came to these things. Archie and herself had begged him on numerous occasions to come with them, back before Summer break. Something had changed between them since then, she had noticed it when she returned home from her internship. Jughead had distanced himself, no longer part of the group. They hadn’t spoken since before summer when he had hugged her and wished her well. Before pulling back, rubbing his neck as he stood there awkwardly embarrassed by his own actions.

“What are you doing here Donnie Darko?” Reggie called out to him. He must have thought Christmas had come early his favourite victim in his domain. Jughead continued to move around the group ignoring Reggie before taking a seat next to Ginger Lopez. “Yo, Wednesday Adams.” Reggie persisted. “No one is going to want to spend 5 seconds in a closet alone with you.” Betty was about to tell Reggie to shut up when Cheryl spoke.

“Reggie don’t be such a spoil sport. If Jughead wants to play, let him play.” She said as she eyed him with curiosity, then something else flashed across her face. Betty knew that look, it was the same look she had given when she suggested the game in the first place and then suggested Archie go first. She was up to something.

“Oh times up.” Cheryl announced. “Oh would you look at that, guess we ran over time. Doesn’t look like they minded.” She smiled sweetly at Betty, goading her for a reaction. Betty subconsciously dug her nails deep into the bed of her palm. Cheryl bounced happily over to the closet, opening the door to find Veronica and Archie in deep embrace. “Would you look at that.” She spoke triumphantly as the couple broke apart at the harsh light entering the small space. Betty knew what they had been doing she had known it before the door had even opened. Of course it was Veronica. She was everything she wasn’t confident in herself, unique and passionate.

Betty took a deep breath to try and quell the emotions surging up, threatening to break to the surface. She could feel her eyes well up, and cursed her inability to be able to hide her feelings at times. Jughead caught her eyes from across the room. She turned away quickly as she grabbed another shot from the coffee table in front of her and downed it. The physical pain burning in her throat took away the pain in her heart if only for a moment.

“Now who should go next.” Cheryl mused, looking at the others sitting around the table. “Betty.”

“Cheryl.” Veronica had an edge of warning in her voice.

“What new girl?” Cheryl snapped back. “Now Betty you want to play don’t you?” Betty nodded barely looking up to acknowledge her going over in her head what had just happened.

“Good. Now Betty give that bottle a spin.” Betty reached over and spun the bottle, leaning back, passive as she watched it. She didn’t notice Cheryl moving behind Reggie and whispering in his ear. He looked confused until she whispered again, running a finger delicately across his cheek and he got up and left the room. Betty watched the bottle as it stopped at Valerie. Well it could have been worse she though as she looked over to where Reggie Mantle was no longer sitting. Confused she got up to move to the closet, at least they could talk she guessed.

“Well we can’t have that can we?” Cheryl advised, Betty stopped her movement.

“But it landed on.” She started to explain her voice meek.

“Well I think in the true spirit of fun it should really be a boy and girl.” Cheryl’s saccharine smile never faltering.

“I don’t think that’s fair.” Betty started to argue.

“Well I am the hostess and I make the rules.” Cheryl stated simply signalling that the argument was over.

“Fine. I’ll just.” She huffed as she reached for the bottle.

“No need.” Cheryl grabbed the bottle from the table. “There is only one boy left.” She moved the bottle to point at Jughead. He felt everyone’s eyes on him and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Betty took a deep breath, knowing now why Reggie was no longer in the room. Apparently Cheryl wasn’t finished playing her games yet.

sand-hippo  asked:

Tbh I don't think Bolas created Amonkhet, I don't believe that any pw is capable of that post mending. My theory is that Lilianas words bared some weight: "Or if he killed a living one to claim it as his own,". He came onto Amonkhet a long time ago, silently fucked everything up and at the brink of everything dying he turned up and was like "hey I'm the god-pharao, ancient protector of this world. You guys have just forgotten me...worship me" and now we have the Amonkhet we all know.

I think what people are saying is that Bolas made it pre-Mending (if he actually did).

Which is possible; pre-Mending planeswalkers WERE gods, more or less.

I’m just in the camp of “Bolas is a meanie face and doesn’t deserve this stroke to his ego.” :V