how does such a face exist

staraptorpower  asked:

How does it feel to almost be infected by the freshtastic parasite TT Gaster? Also how are you feeling about coming back into existance, well almost back. Stay determined my friend.

TT Gaster: Ugh. Don’t remind me o-of him. I am still mad about the fact that he betrayed me a-and used Sans’ voice to lure me out of the Omega T-Timeline. B-Being possessed by him was pure agony. These r-relentless tentacles are digging themselves into your SOUL, your mind, your very being. And he uses your body and your face to do t-terrible things.

* Gaster takes a deep breath.

TT Gaster: I’m feeling b-better now. I m-may have changed, a lot, thanks to everything b-but I can handle it.

batkids in high school expectation vs reality

dick expectation: preppy af, popular, probably a jock, friendly with every one

dick reality: cheerleader, mostly liked but still gets into fights regularly, talks back constantly, on a first name basis w/ all the secretaries in the office (”hello again, dick. i think you’ve got blood on your face” “shannon hi!! how are the kids?”

jason expectation: Bad Boy supreme, in trouble 24/7, hated by teachers, smokes on school property, always getting into fights

jason reality: huge nerd, does all of his homework + extra credit assignments, lives for field trips, probably cries while reading books in english class, has like 2 friends, that one kid who reminds the teacher about homework

cass expectation: literally non existent?? i’ve never seen her in a high school au why

cass reality: puts effort into only the work she’s interested in, generally viewed as a good student, secretly breaks rules constantly but never gets caught

tim expectation: nerdy af, top of the class, probably bullied lowkey

tim reality: literally never does homework, stays up all night researching things that have nothing to do with school, constantly daydreaming in class and probably falls asleep, hated by teachers, students find him mildly terrifying, has really close friends

The 5 Elements of a LIKABLE Main Character

“I don’t like your main character. He’s kind of obnoxious.” my beta reader laughingly told me, after reading the first chapter of my novel.

On the surface, I looked like this: 

Inside, I looked like this: 

Aloud, I said “Oh, well, he’s kind of hard to understand. He changes by the end.”

Inside, I screamed “How could you not like him?! Do you have a heart?! Is there a void where your soul should be?! Are you actually a Dementor that’s really good at makeup? Well, I guess this is what the Dementors are doing after getting kicked out of Azkaban!”

Outside: “But I really enjoyed it!” *Hugs between broken writer and Dementor in disguise* “Thank you for reading!" 

But you know what? That person that might be a soul-sucking cloaked demon creature? They were right. The character was unlikable, or more accurately, there was no reason to cheer him on. There was nothing to make the reader connect with him, relate to him, transfer themselves into his story, feel affection towards him. 

And if the reader doesn’t connect with the character through empathy? Nothing else in the story can work. Everything relies on this one fictional person. The basic definition of story is "A flawed hero with a goal overcoming obstacles to reach that goal, and how that journey changes them.” So without character, you don’t have story. Without empathy from the reader, you don’t even have character. 

So what is empathy when it comes to characters? 

It’s the process of a reader transferring their own lives onto the character. When this happens, the character’s goal and inner desires, values and weaknesses, everything about them, become proxies for our own. We learn of a shared piece of human nature between us, something we have in common on a significant inner level, and suddenly we want to see this character succeed. Because now, they are us – and we want to see ourselves succeed in real life. We feel what they feel, we experience what they experience.  

The best way to sum up character empathy in my opinion, is this quote from C.S.Lewis: “Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another ‘Really? You too? I thought I was the only one!’”

That’s empathy. 

Which doesn’t mean the character has to be an angelic little cherub …

There are characters that operate in a moral gray area, there are characters that are downright awful, there are characters that shouldn’t be lovable …but we love them. So this is NOT saying that a main character has to be a perfect angel that rescues baby squirrels when they’re not busy volunteering at the local soup kitchen, it just means there’s something WORTHWHILE in the character that persuades the reader to stick around. We need a reason to relate with that at-first-glance unlikable character. Just as we have flawed people in our own lives who we can forgive and love.

A good quote for this one would be this, by G.K.Chesterton: “That’s the great lesson of Beauty and the Beast; that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.”

So how does a writer accomplish a good empathetic connection?

Luckily for us, establishing this only takes a little planning in the beginning of the story. Certain elements foster empathy, elements which you can give to your character and display in the story. Making sure to incorporate a few of these will ensure that first connection between reader and character. A connection which you, the author, will then be able to grow. It’s this tiny first note of shared humanity which deepens into those important links we hold with characters. We’re living people, they’re imagined and comprised of words on a page; yet these people can be friends to us, family, mentors, role models, and become some of the most influential people in our lives. 

And how does that begin? Evoking empathy. 

And how do you evoke empathy? Well here are the characteristics that human beings instinctively identify with and admire … 

– Courage (This is the one EVERY main character should possess. Gumption to pursue what they want separates main from background characters.)

– Humor (Wit charms us without fail.)

– Goal-Obsessed 

– Hard-working  

– Noble motivations

– Loving

– Loved by others

– Kind 

– Treated unfairly

– In imminent danger, physically

– In imminent danger, emotionally

– In a sorrowful situation

– Smart/Expert at something

– Suffering from psychological weakness  

– Haunted by something in their past

– Dissatisfied with current state of their life

– Lacking something like love, friendship, belonging, family, safety, freedom, etc

It’s a good plan to give your main character at least FIVE of these empathetic little “virtues.”

If this sounds like a resume, that’s kind of what it is. “Dear Potential Reader, I’m applying for the job of Main Character of this book series. I aspire to consume your every waking thought and drastically change your life, for better and worse.” It’s a diagram of the worthwhile traits of the hero, the characteristics that win us over, which promise the reader “If you follow my story, knowing me – and experiencing the story through me – will be well worth your time.”

These traits will be displayed in the set-up of the story, the first ten pages or so. But the story CANNOT stop to let the character exhibit these winning behaviors; the story must KEEP PROGRESSING, every empathetic element must be shown with a story reason for existing within a scene. Like exposition, empathy needs to be added in subtly, as the story motors onward, slipping into the reader’s knowledge without them noticing. If it’s a scene created for the express purpose of convincing the reader “This character is lovable! Love them! I said love them!” then it will be glaringly obvious and the reader will feel the exact opposite. (They’ll also feel that way about the author, incidentally.)

Now! How does this work? 

Harry Potter: 

Harry is the poster child for being treated unfairly. Yet in the face of the abusive treatment of his childhood, Harry is courageous. He does not succumb to the Dursley’s relentless campaign to stamp the magic out of him, and become a proper Dursley; though this would’ve won their approval, put him in their good graces, and made his life exponentially easier – but he didn’t do it. He knew they were wrong, knew what was right, and refused to become like them. So heck yes Sorting Hat, there is “plenty of courage, I see”. He was loved by his parents, by the three that dropped him off at his Aunt and Uncle’s, and by the majority of the Wizarding World. He’s also snarky, loving, and in constant danger. 

Judy Hopps: 

Every reason why we care about Judy is established in the first few scenes. She’s courageous. She’s funny. She’s loved by her parents. She’s motivated by noble values. Definitely goal oriented, hard working, and smart. She’s also in imminent danger, and being treated unfairly.

If we took out the pieces of the story meant to evoke our empathy, what would happen? 

Nobody would care. Judy Hopps would have been an annoying, smug, and consumed by ruthless ambition. Harry Potter would have ceased to exist because everything about him is empathetic. 

Establishing these early allows us to begin the process of temporarily transferring our lives into a story. Or in the case of some life-changing stories, not temporarily transferring, but letting them become part of our souls forever. 

Yup, having your story connect with a reader forever starts with just a little empathy. Pretty useful.

Oh, and speaking of souls, give me mine back, Dementor reader. I learned how to make people like my characters. Now you’re out of the Azkaban job and the beta reading job. 

Does anyone else ever wonder how much you may subconsciously exist in other people’s lives? I always wondered if people thought of me when a certain song came on, or if my face was important enough to be looked for in a crowded room. I’ve wondered how many stories and late night conversations my name has been a part of. I wondered if I still even existed in the minds of people that I didn’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s mind.
—  is this just me or?

mmmmnn martin & finn’s characters are just. really interesting to me tbh heres me rambling a bunch

martin always pushes his problems away and never looks back? found his long lost son? just escape the citadel. dooming a whole species in The Visitor? gotta build this rocket. nope. bye. see ya (x)

but then finn realizes this, gets mad at him about it and launches him into space, but it doesn’t really leave him unscathed because now when he messes up he thinks, shit, i’m selfish like my dad

but he’s really not like his dad, because finn was Literally offered the choice to escape all his troubles and burdens and finn accepted that he couldn’t run away from everything and decided to accept everything in his life, the good and the bad, while his dad just. chose to fling himself off their plane of existence

(and semi unrelated but finn Does know how to face his mistakes and apologize for them, Bun Bun was a great episode)

the really fun thing i like is that when he realizes this, finn tries to use it to help others (helper genes hell yeah!!) and tells the other humans in the islands that it’s okay to feel pain, it’s okay to have troubles in your life and face them with everything else. (like frieda believed in, i guess. there’s more to life than just pure happiness, and that’s okay, that’s what makes it great)

it’s something martin could never do, it’s something finn learned to embrace, and it’s really fun to watch and god i love adventure time good fucking BYE

edit: semi unrelated too but finn and minnie’s dynamic is also pretty cool bc while finn learns to balance the good and the bad minnie doesn’t take problems very well either

she throws herself away (literally) into her Helper work and insists finn stays at the islands so he’ll never be hurt again

so, anyway, finn is great, and i rly love AT’s take on the Life’s A Big Grey Mess moral

Episode 12

~ First of all, that scene where Jughead walks up to Cheryl and apologizes- and he just stands there as she pummels him- that was heartbreaking.
~ I just really really really really want to see behind the scenes footage of Madelaine slapping Cole for that scene.
~ Veronica, I’m sorry darling, but not everything is about you and your father. Please.
~ Fred Andrews, I had faith in you. You don’t do that to someone.
~ Is Jughead’s safety still ensured? I know Clifford is dead now, but even though FP confessed…
~ Betty Cooper is an A+ girlfriend.
~“What is wrong with you people?” Wise words.
~ That kiss between Kevin and Joaquin though…
~ Jughead making all those sardonical jokes at the diner with Mary and Archie’s just like ‘stop’. Hahaha but also :(
~ Betty’s face when she realises she’s a Blossom is the best.
~ I’m so annoyed with Veronica, honestly, I mean-
~ No Bughead moments :(
~ Cole Sprouse and Skeet Ulrich deserve all the acting awards that exist.
~ Gladys Jones, kindly eff off.
~ FP, now you’re the best parent in town. Oh, look how the tables have turned.
~ Betty Blossom doesn’t quite roll off the tongue like Betty Cooper does.
~ That laptop scene OMG.
~ I can’t wait for episode thirteen, and I don’t know how I’ll survive after the season ends.

I don’t know how so much emotion can fit inside of such a tiny human.

Why does it feel so good to cry? Why do salt-stained eyes bring me comfort? I want to purge myself from feelings - I want to shove my fingers down my throat and pull from it strings of chewed up letters. Stomach-stained thoughts. Be filled with complacent emptiness for just a moment - the gasp of air, when it feels like happiness, until gravity remembers itself and the emptiness becomes stillness becomes face down on your bed, unmoving. This can’t be how I live every moment that I’m alone - I can’t be this unhappy every time I’m alone. What does being around others even mean? It means being The Performer. Reciting your lines, pause for laughter. Pretend like you’re listening. Don’t say what you really mean, how you really feel, it’s not what people do. Rip that pulsing heart off your sleeve. We are all alive, we are all feeling what’s the use in holding back. I’m exhausted. What does it mean to just exist? To just be Alice, laying in the daisy field. The sun can see her, but nothing else. The movement of petals. What does it mean to breathe easily? What does it mean to be happy? Where does the laughter escape to when you’re alone? I feel, often, always, like a wind-up doll, a performance piece. I’m out, I’m social, I speak, I dance, I leave out my hat. I come home, back to my shelf, I sit, I stare, I want to be wound up again - always by others, never of my own volition. I become nothing for myself. If a blue haired girl takes a bath, writes a dream, touches herself, packs a box, but no one’s around to see it, did it really happen? I weep and weep and it doesn’t matter. I’m screaming into the abyss, the abyss is silent in return. The abyss has given up on us, it seems. The abyss needed something to scream into as well, it seems. Alex in the morning, doe eyes, cheery Alex is all anyone knows and it seems unfair to real Alex. Magnificently unfair. When can I be content being myself. I’m so tired. My mouth doesn’t want to make the words anymore. We slur (soberly, drunkenly), we can’t form coherent sentences. Ink based thoughts are the only ones I ever complete. (It’s cheating, I have more time to think them up.) (I want to be this version of me, I don’t want to be spoken to the way I’m spoken to. I’m more than my body, than the tiny, helpless mess of a man of a mouse.)

Kat’s Fic Recs: Sterek (under 10k)

*Yes, yes the first three are over 10k but they’re worth it!

For @prettyinsoulpunk, hope this makes your week better! 💖💖💖

On The Bus by bibliosexxual (13,299)

“Yeah,” Erica says with exaggerated slowness, “I did like Kira, and now I like Boyd. I’m bi.”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual?” Erica prompts. “As in, not gay or straight?”

Stiles is pretty sure his entire mind explodes. “You can like guys and girls? That’s a thing?”

Erica looks at him like, What planet are you from? “Uh, yeah. As long as they’re hot, I don’t care what gender they are.” She pokes him in the side, and he jumps. He’s always been ticklish, and unfortunately Erica knows it. “What about you? You ever like guys, Stilinski?”

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In which Stiles and Derek ride the bus to school together, and there are bisexual awakenings.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (11,847)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

This is honestly so so cute and heartwarming. I don’t read much mpreg but this was so good and I recommend it 100%.

Word By Word by Cobrilee (11,843)

The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.

Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.

Are you 18?

‘Til It Hurts or Bleeds or Fades by WeAreTheCyclones (10,731)

“For the peace and happiness of our friends, and that of Beacon Hills at large, can you please give us a warning if you two are ever headed for a nuclear fallout?”

Stiles scoffs. “What are you talking about?”

“The tension between you two rises with each passing year. For awhile there, it seemed to be turning into the sexy kind, but now it feels more like the murder kind.”

No Day But Today by fauvistfly (9,527)

“If you don’t change it successfully, you’ll be doomed to repeat it,” Deaton says, his face impassive despite the seriousness of his words.

“Repeat the day?” Stiles parrots, trying to wrap his head around what they’re attempting to do, the ridiculousness of his life and how it now involves time travel.

in which things in Beacon Hills are so bad that Deaton sends Stiles back in time to stop Kate from manipulating Derek and causing the death of the Hale family. The catch: Stiles only has 24 hours to change the course of the future, or he’ll be stuck repeating that same day until he gets it right. What will be enough to keep Derek away from Kate?

Where Others Fade Away by pr1nc3ssp34ch (9,054)

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek’s wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles’ eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can’t kiss him back to normal.

just the touch of a hand by scepticallyopenminded (8,591)

Things – as things often do in Stiles’ life – get a little crazy (a lot crazy) when, a couple of weeks before his seventeenth birthday, he wakes up to – not a wolf, but an amount of naked flesh, cuddled up to him where Dude fell asleep the night before. Stiles screams, a bit, flopping around and falling out of his bed, getting to his knees to see a naked – Derek Hale, sitting up on his bed, eyes wide. He seems to realize something a second later, because he glances down at himself and squeaks, pulling sheets up around him just as Stiles’ dad opens the door.

36 Questions by Leslie_Knope (8,071)

“So I’m doing my senior psych thesis on friendships,” Erica says, not-so-accidentally elbowing Derek in the ribs as she turns to face Stiles. “How they develop, how intimacy is fostered, stuff like that.”

“That’s cool,” Stiles says agreeably. “What’s our part?”

“Well, I can’t really tell you the point because that would influence the results. But it’s a set of 36 questions that you have to ask each other.”

“Just the two of us?” Derek chimes in, finally, and Stiles sighs.

“Okay, dude,” he says, making a face, “could you try not to look quite so offended? Like, my ego’s pretty strong, but come on, man.”

Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk (6,810)

“Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don’t believe I’m genuinely interested in you, then I’ll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?”

Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, “Fine. One date.”

It’s Always Been You by charlesdk (6,085)

Stiles’ love life was practically non-existing, always had been. He was always terrible at picking up clues when people hit on him (it had happened, Erica had been witness to it and had been the one to let him know it was happening in the first place) because he never expected anyone to do so.

He wasn’t the most desirable guy around, he knew that. He was loud, extremely nerdy, never knew when to stop talking, not exactly much of a looker if you asked him, the list was endless.

Point was, he never did know when someone was flirting with him. Which was probably how he ended up in the fight that would change his life for the better.

One Year Down by haleofStilesheart (5,854)

Derek had never celebrated an anniversary before. At least, not an anniversary for a romantic relationship. But now that’s he’s been dating Stiles for a year, that’s about to change.

It’s Too Early For This by thepsychicclam (4,966)

Derek loves his job at the coffee shop, especially because Stiles comes in for coffee before early Saturday morning lacrosse practices. The problem is that Derek is too shy to do anything about his crush, and the situation is not helped by the rivalry between the basketball and lacrosse teams.

I Didn’t Know That I Was Starving (til I tasted you) by LadySlytherin (4,481)

Derek - who lives in New York with his older sister, Laura - is back in Beacon Hills, visiting his parents and younger sister for Christmas, when everything changes. Cora invites friends over while their parents are visiting other family, Derek drinks something he didn’t know he shouldn’t have, and things get a little out of control.

Misunderstandings abound, secrets are spilled, and in the end all it takes to find happiness is being brave enough to reach out with both hands and never let go.

Hello My Old Heart by eversall (3,944)

It begins like this – Stiles is hopelessly lost in the Beacon Hills Library, which has definitely undergone renovations in the last two years, and he’s wandering around trying his best to look like a helpless puppy or something and sure enough, a librarian in a navy blue cashmere sweater and thick-rimmed black glasses shows up, and that librarian happens to be Derek Hale.
Stiles’ heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels like he’s drowning in something unfamiliar, an ache beginning to build in his chest.
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The pack drifts back together, and Derek in sweaters kind of breaks Stiles a little. In a good way.

A Treatise On The Importance Of Not Ignoring Your Date by LadySlytherin (3,490)

A tumblr-post-based fic, wherein Stiles and Derek have a meet-cute at a baseball game. Involves a kiss-cam, Stiles’ date being an ass, and a hot stranger.

Basically, Peter doesn’t survive the fire so Laura and Derek never go back to Beacon Hills, Scott’s never bitten, Stiles doesn’t know about the supernatural, and he goes to NY for college. Go, Mets!

Thank God Your Heart Is Too Close by hoars (3,469)

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (1,423)

“It’s been five months,” Derek says darkly. “Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks.”

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy (Fluffy af)

Or when you have to keep secret that you filmed a video question for Harry…

“Nervous?” you ask before taking a large bite of toast with butter and jam.

“It’s just a normal chat with Nick,” he wipes the crumbs from your lip before you can swat his hand away, adding, “I’m just nervous for it to air.”

“Yeah, too bad we can’t be on the beach with Nicky when that happens,” you smirk from your perch on one of the tall stools by the breakfast bar.

Harry smacks your thigh lightly from his seat next to you, nearly spitting out his tea. “You know he hates when you call him that,” he tilts his head to the side as his body shakes silently with laughter.

“‘S’why I call ‘im that,” you say with a mouthful of jam.

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anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.

Hello~

It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin


So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn

Creative

it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.

Individuality

Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:


you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.

Jealousy/Envy

Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.

Competitive

When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.



But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..


But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

Despite some small recent victories for LGBTQ media representation, we are still waiting to see queer characters included in mainstream stories in a meaningful way. Between rampant queerbaiting, case after case of Bury Your Gays, and large media companies completely ignoring the issue, LGBTQ fans are getting tired of waiting.

What we need are LGBTQ main characters in popular, mainstream franchises or other widely popular stories in film, TV, books and other media. We need them to be visible, happy, and alive. We need to see ourselves as heroes.

To highlight that need, we are announcing the #WeNeedLGBTQStories Week. Beginning on June 12, the one year anniversary of the Pulse nightclub shooting, and running through that weekend’s Pride Alley at Awesome-con in DC, this week is a time to talk about why representation matters. We will flood social media with reasons why we need healthy LGBTQ representation, what those characters/stories would mean to us, and specific examples of what it would look like and how it is already possible.

How can you get involved?

We will be posting on Twitter and Tumblr (and any other networks you’d like) throughout the week with the hashtag #WeNeedLGBTQStories. Help us get it trending! Share your thoughts, your personal stories, your specific hopes for characters, your ideas, your fan works, anything. Write blog posts and submit columns to news outlets. Write to specific creators and companies. Join Thursday’s Twitter chat and Friday’s Thunderclap (details to follow). If you’re in the DC area for Awesome-con, join us at a weekend’s worth of queer geek panels.

There will be more ways to get involved announced soon, but for now you can share this notice far and wide, and follow us here on Tumblr and on Twitter at @wnlgbtqs.

Themes for each day:

  • Monday, June 12: #KeepDancing
    • To honor our history and our community, and to remember Pulse and all of our fallen. To talk about the real world challenges we face and the very real impact positive representation can have.
  • Tuesday, June 13: We Are Heroes
    • To talk about the need to see ourselves reflected in our heroes, to see LGBTQ characters as not just accepted, but saving the day. What would this mean to you?
  • Wednesday, June 14: We Are Happily Ever After
    • To emphasize the importance of showing LGBTQ characters in happy, healthy relationships. We don’t exist in a vacuum and our love deserves to be honored. What does this look like?
  • Thursday, June 15: We are Alive
    • To call on creators to stop torturing and killing us. To remind them that we face this enough in reality. To show them how they have the power to save lives with their stories. We deserve better.
  • Friday, June 16: We are Possible
    • To point to specific instances that creators could act on in the near future to give us the representation we need. It’s possible, if you just let yourself see the potential – sometimes it even makes for a better story. Let’s bring back the campaigns #GiveElsaAGirlfriend, #GiveCaptainAmericaABoyfriend and #LetAyoHaveAGirlfriend, and create new ones to highlight other good opportunities for LGBTQ characters. (My first suggestion: #GivePoeABoyfriend)
  • Saturday-Sunday: Awesome-con’s Pride Alley
    • We will be attending panels at Awesome-con’s Pride Alley, a track on panels and content devoted to LGBTQ geekery/fandom. We will be live tweeting various panels for those who can’t attend, and a meet-up and other activities are in the works.

Join us June 12-18 to talk about why #WeNeedLGBTQStories.

anonymous asked:

whats your favorite thing about danny phantom?

THE FACT THAT THIS POOR KID HALF DIED AND TURNED INTO SOMETHING HIS PARENTS DESPISE AND HOW HE WAS ALREADY AWKWARD AND BULLIED TO BEGIN WITH BUT HE PULLS THROUGH HE TRIES TO DO THE RIGHT THING EVEN WHEN THERE’S A MILLION REASONS WHY HE SHOULDN’T. HE STILL TRIES HIS HARDEST. HE STAYS UP ALL NIGHT FIGHTING EVIL AND RISKING HIS HALF LIFE FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HIM. FOR PEOPLE WHO YELL AT HIM. FOR SLEEPING IN CLASS OR FOR FORGETTING CHORES OR FAILING A TEST. HE KEEPS HIS ANGER IN CHECK BECAUSE HIS POWERS LEAK OUT IN HIS RAGE. HE TREATS HIS WOUNDS HIMSELF BECAUSE HE DOESN’T WANT TO WORRY ANYONE AND BECAUSE HE’S NOT SURE IF HIS BLOOD WORK IS HUMAN. HE HAS TO DEAL WITH PEOPLE FROM TWO SEPARATE VIEWS: THE PARENTS WHO LOVE HIM AND THE SCIENTISTS WHO WANT TO DISSECT HIM, THE BULLY WHO BEATS HIM YET REVERES HIM AS A HERO, THE GIRL WHO LOVES HIM BUT WILL SHOOT HIM ON SIGHT. THE ONLY MAN WHO COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND HIM WANTS HIS FATHER DEAD AND WOULD USE HIM AS A TOOL. HE SHOULDERS SO MUCH RESPONSIBILITY AND IS EXPECTED TO UPHOLD THE RESPONSIBILITIES OF A GROWING TEENAGER. WHAT KIND OF JOB OR FUTURE DOES A HALF DEAD GHOST DREAM ABOUT? NOT AN ASTRONAUT. NOT WITH THOSE GRADES. AND WHEN HE DOES SEE HIS FUTURE, WHAT DOES HE SEE? HE SEES A MONSTER. DESTROYING AND KILLING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE AND ENJOYING IT. AND EVEN IF HE’S AVOIDED THAT FUTURE, JUST HOW EASY IS IT TO SET IT BACK IN MOTION? ONE SLIP UP. JUST ONE. AND HE THINKS ABOUT IT CONSTANTLY. HE’S FOURTEEN AND HE HAS TO DEAL WITH PROTECTING A TOWN, ACCEPTING HIS EXISTENCE, MAKING SURE HE DOESN’T TURN INTO A MONSTER, THE PARANOIA OF BEING FOUND OUT AND WHAT THAT COULD ENTAIL, TWO-FACING FRIENDS AND FAMILY, THE PRESSURES OF SCHOOL, BULLYING, AND STRESSING OVER GRADES, OF LIVING IN THE SHADOW OF A FAMILY OF GENIUSES, OF CRUSHING ON HIS FRIEND BUT NOT WANTING TO RUIN WHAT THEY HAVE, AND THE GUILT OF CANCELING PLANS WITH FRIENDS BECAUSE OF A GHOST ATTACK OR NOT BEING ABLE TO LOOK HIS MOTHER IN THE EYE AS HE CONSTANTLY LIES TO HER FACE, OF HIDING WOUNDS AND SCARS AND LAUGHING IT OFF SO NO ONE WORRIES ABOUT HIM WHEN INSIDE HE’S READY TO BURST. WOW, I WONDER WHY I LIKE DANNY PHANTOM?

anonymous asked:

Do you think Bodhi Rook is religious?? I can't make up my mind.

The Empire is a prideful god. It will permit no higher authority than itself, no greater power than its armies, no eternity but its reign. (Those who might suggest otherwise are heretics, and are dealt with as idolaters must.) A militant kind of monotheism; there are no gods, there is no Force, there is just the Empire. There is only the Empire.

Bodhi had an aunt who—well, he was never entirely clear what, except that mother and father had stopped talking about her the same time the holo of the Emperor went up over the mantle. (His mother had cried in her room for weeks, and when Bodhi thinks of it he still tastes the charcoal of burnt rice, the awful tension of whispered arguments happening in other rooms.) But it had something to do with the clear, bright crystals she had sent them, because Bodhi’s father had gone room by room and scooped them up, shoved them in a box. Buried it under the floorboards.

No one was allowed to play Jedi and Separatists anymore. At least not where an adult would see, would go grey and gather all of them together in a tight circle, to say in a quiet voice, you can’t, don’t, stop.

(There are no Jedi anymore. There were never any Jedi. The Jedi never existed. How does the old adage go? The power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them—)

Shykeli was thrown out of flight academy for meditating in secret. The administration had found ‘Jedi propaganda’ in her things, though they’d never really explained what that was, or what it meant. If the Force isn’t real, Cregha had said thoughtfully, why are they so scared of people venerating it?

Cregha was reassigned to skiffs soon after. Bodhi missed xir.

But after Galen gives him the message, Galen cups Bodhi’s face, tucks Bodhi’s hair behind his ears. Galen says, May the Force be with you.

“My auntie had—she gave us crystals like that,” Bodhi blurts out in Jyn’s vague direction, because he’s had may the force may the force looping through his head for a standard week; he can’t figure out why it won’t stop.

Jyn glances at him sidelong, still playing with the bright, clear crystal on the cord around her neck. It catches artificial light like something not artificial at all, more real than anything Bodhi has seen. 

“It’s a kyber crystal,” Chirrut says into the awkward silence. “A conduit of the Force. Your aunt must have been a believer.”

“My father hid them,” Bodhi says absently. (may the force may the force…) “He didn’t want us attracting attention.”

“Smart man,” Baze offers, and then they are all silent again, waiting for Cassian to return.


(This is what Bodhi Rook thinks of in his last moments: of crystals, and the Force invisible but omnipresent; of being smart versus being good, and sending a message out into space, not knowing if anyone is listening.

His last words are for Galen. His last thoughts are for the aunt he did not know. If perhaps—)

Girl, I guess {TVD 8x16 Review}

OK guys, this is the last time I will have to warn the TVD fandom about writing in real time! Here it goes: You all know the drill, I write my thoughts in real time which means if I make any mistakes at the beginning of my review, I might have rectified them at the end. This will include: anti-Damon, anti-Delena, anti-Steroline, anti-Bamon, anti-Bonenzo sentiments. It will most likely reference other TV shows including Kdramas and may include observations of the show’s anti-blackness and racism. Are you ready? Let’s. Go. 

1. That SC kiss is still awful. Slow-mo it all you want guys, it’s just going to accentuate how awful it was.

2. Kinda salty that the hotel’s wifi isn’t much better than the data on my phone.

3. Seriously, Vicki and Kelly being in hell makes no sense.

4. “The magic was too much for her” HOW THOUGH? Bonnie did way more strenuous magic in freaking season 2. LIKE?

5. “No no no no no”, Stefan is panicking that Bonnie might be dead and Caroline’s just like, Oh. I know we all talk about how Paul has checked out but what the fuck has Candice been doing?

6. So like why is Elena in a random ass wood in a random ass white bed? Is this what Bonnie’s world looks like? Because I thought it was a rundown Mystic Grill.

7. Nina’s wig is AWFUL.

8. How would Elena seeing Bonnie make Elena think Bonnie is dead though? Like, isn’t it just that if Bonnie dies, Elena wakes up? Who said anything about meeting each other in a random ass forest before Bonnie dies?

9. So Elena doesn’t even blink an eye when Bonnie tells her “I can be with Enzo now”? Like she just accepts that her friend is going to die to be with someone who was an enemy when Elena was awake?

10. How does Enzo have the power to bring Bonnie back to life? Is Enzo an angel? LIKE? Rules DO need to exist, Julie.

11. The look of relief on Stefan’s face when Bonnie wakes up is so nice to see.

12. Vicki, stop talking. I also like how no one has tried to tie her up to keep her from ringing the bell. Just because you can’t kill her doesn’t mean you can’t contain her.

13. “I can’t go back there, you don’t know what it’s like” because the show literally hasn’t shown us anything.

14. How predictable is it that the DE reunion is really a DK reunion, oh! Like season 1 when he thought he was kissing Elena! CLEVER. Like 100 anons came into in my inbox like, I bet it’s Katherine, the moment that reunion aired. Well, at least Damon realized it was Katherine this time, you know, after hugging her and being all, “You’re both OK.”

15. It is so tacky they made her say, “Hello brothers.” Like omg, why isn’t it over yet

16. So Katherine is in Elena’s dress. Is Elena just naked somewhere? And she straightened her hair, like how much time did she have to do this?

17. “Her PHYSICAL body” I do miss seeing Paul and Nina onscreen together again, that “so over it” attitude is very reminiscent of season 2 and the delivery was hilarious.

18. Although this Katherine is a little off, she actually seems a little more unhinged, like the way Nina says, “the devil” in that tone and “Why do you think he wanted you? Because I  wanted you. DUH.” Like this is probably the first time I’ve been like so you’re crazy.

19. I don’t know why but Stefan is making me laugh so far. Damon is all “Dammit Katherine” and Stefan’s HAD IT, he’s just like YO let me stab this bitch “We gotta find, Elena, let’s go” and he LEAVES. Like he’s ready to go into battle. It also makes me feel like it’s Paul rushing to finish a scene like, “It’s the last episode, Ian, let’s GO.”

20. CAROLINE. VAMP SPEED. Walking down the stairs with a teddybear all chill and shit.

21. This is so low energy, Alaric and Caroline should be yelling at the top of their lungs, like if you want me to believe this is life or death then the characters needs to be amped, they need to be scared and frenzied, this feels like any other fight in any other episode.

22. Alaric, seriously, demote Caroline to Auntie because that’s how she acts with those twins anyway.

23. At least Katherine took the time to dress Elena in a shirt, a cardigan and jeans. It’s very thoughtful of her.

24. Me at Stefan’s face when he sees Elena on the ground:

25. So Katherine’s hair is suddenly curly again? Does she have superpowers?

26. Oh great. The fact that Katherine said Elena would choose Stefan over Damon just confirms that Elena will in fact choose Damon over Stefan. Just had to spit in the SErs’ faces one last time, I guess.

27. Lol watch Katherine actually be Silas getting into everyone’s heads and voicing their deepest fears. Again.

28. I want to feel something about this SC scene but I’m legit bored. “Please, please don’t make me leave you, please,” was sweet. That’s about it.

29. Like I’ve seen Stefan emotionally distraught at having to part ways with Elena:

and I know SErs are upset over the “I love you so much” but it’s not this:

30. It really doesn’t feel like the “world” is coming to an end, everyone is actually pretty chill. Like the season 2 finale of Buffy was the world ending (again) and everyone is freaking the fuck out:

and this is just like, Elena is unconscious, Matt allows Vicki to ring a bell that will bring hellfire and there’s the slowest evacuation in the world. We don’t even see randoms freaking out in the street. Whatever.

31. Of course Bonnie is staying behind.

32. “Downtown Mystic Falls”, I mean I guess. As the crow flies? WHO WROTE THIS. You are NOT in Lord of the Rings.

33. So I’m confused about this plan, Bonnie is going to redirect hell fire through the tunnels away from MF into hell … so these tunnels lead into hell? Bonnie knows where hell is? The fire won’t destroy the tunnels?

34. Aw, Paul is acting! But yeah his speech to Damon is meh because Damon doesn’t deserve shit.

35. Considering that vampire blood can’t work on people who have ingested the cure, why would compulsion?

36. Why would I care about a Donovan family reunion?

37. So Grams is still around even though the Other Side is gone?

38. Bonnie pulled a Gandalf. “You shall not pass.”

39. Sorry, it was supposed to be a powerful scene but like nah.

40. So a bunch of black women who I’m guessing are the Bennett clan are pushing the hell fire away to protect a town that does not acknowledge their existence. Mmkay.

41. “He’s the better man, he’s the right man.” LOL EXCEPT NOT. HOW? Because he was FINALLY willing to sacrifice himself after almost two centuries?

42. He probably whispered something about loving Caroline to Elena.

43. I feel like I’m supposed to be sad that Stefan is dead but like I’ve seen this coming for a while.

44. LOL Magic School/Hogwarts where Jeremy teaches, this is SO BAD.

45. I’m sorry but these “peaces” just look like individual prison worlds.

What an AWFUL series finale, like it was SO BAD. I can’t even, I mean it’s laughably bad but like THIS is how you’re ending a supernatural series? WHAT DID I JUST WATCH? Nothing happened! Stefan sacrifices himself to make sure Katherine’s in hell when the fire comes but he dies when the fire goes through the tunnels so why wouldn’t Katherine just be dead if they kept her tied down in the tunnels when the fire came? And then Caroline and Alaric open a boarding school for magical kids in which Jeremy teaches for absolutely no reason and Klaus is a donor because why not and Vicki finally achieves nothingness except nothingness is peace with Tyler somewhere even though Tyler basically treated her like trash and the Other Side is gone so how they’re still watching the living is beyond me. And then Bonnie travels the world and that somehow makes her happy as if she hadn’t traveled before. Matt got a bench, good for you Matt. And Elena goes to med school and has a happy life with Damon we don’t see and then they die and each of them spend their peace not with each other and it ends. Like … why tho? How does this make sense as ending? I should’ve been drunk for this. Plus side is, Stefan has still only called Elena the love of his life.

anonymous asked:

I think this has been asked before but, even though I think it's already confirmed that Levi loved Erwin, do you think Erwin loved him back?

Yes.  

Undoubtedly, unquestionably, unconditionally. 

I do not believe for one minute that Levi’s love is unrequited. 

It’s been repeatedly confirmed in Smartpass content, the Answers guidebook, and most recently in Pash magazine, that Erwin and Levi share a deep bond of absolute trust.  For such a strong bond to exist, it must be mutual, therefore Erwin must reciprocate Levi’s feelings.  Also when you take the rest of the Smartpass content into consideration, the gifts of fancy clothes, the supply of contraband tea, the private dinners, it certainly does seem to suggest that Erwin has strong feelings for Levi that he is not afraid to demonstrate.  Sure you can argue that Erwin buying Levi a suit (white? WTF Erwin?) does not “prove” that he loves him, but I don’t remember Erwin buying fancy suits for anyone else! Also there is that weird personal rapport that exists between Erwin and Levi, seen most clearly in chapters 51, 70, and 72,  that Erwin just does not share with other characters.

I think perhaps the strongest canon evidence that proves the depths of Erwin’s feelings for Levi is the way that Levi sees Erwin’s face in flashback though.  Whenever Isayama shows us flashbacks (and lordy how many flashbacks have we seen?) he is showing us a memory, giving us an insight into something that a character has actually witnessed.  Even taking Eren’s confused visions into consideration, I don’t think we’ve ever seen a flashback that is just daydreaming or wishful thinking.  So in chapter 84 when Levi is on the roof, agonising over the impossible choice he faces, he thinks back to four specific events; overhearing EMA talking about their dream of seeing the ocean, Erwin in the depths of despair in Shiganshina, Kenny’s death, and Erwin looking peaceful and serene and thanking him. We saw three of those events unfold in canon so I can only assume that the fourth happened too, that Erwin really did thank Levi while looking at him so fondly. The same is true of Levi’s vision of smiling shoujo Erwin in chapter 81, when he hesitates to kill Zeke. Erwin just doesn’t look at anyone else like this in canon.

Now I guess there are various ways to interpret Erwin’s expression in these frames, but to me, that looks a lot like love requited. 

Back to the Drawing Board

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written by: Meghan | @bellamyfrecklefaceblake

prompt: ‘You’ve been sketching your soulmate’s face since you were old enough to pick up a pencil, the drawings become more realistic through the years as the day you meet comes near.’ for anonymous

word count: 2881

Clarke has been drawing the same face for as long as she can remember. As she ages, the face ages, looking more and more real until she’s twenty-three and the person she draws looks so real he could be standing right in front of her.


Clarke is used to waking up in the middle of the night with a strong urge to break out her charcoal pencils. She’s used to sketching the same face every other month since she first knew how to hold a pencil. Each year—each drawing—the face becomes less abstract and more solid.

It’s not only her skills that are getting better, but the image in her head grows clearer. When she was younger, she was never sure if it was a boy or a girl that she was sketching. She knew they had freckles and unruly hair that was never the same length twice. But with age and time, it became clear that the face is male, it’s strong, and it’s more attractive than most men she’s seen in real life.

She doesn’t know who he is or what he does or where lives. But she does know—or, at least, suspect—that he’s her soulmate.

Soulmates aren’t guaranteed in life, but there are certain people who find their soulmates in various ways. Clarke thinks that the urge to sketch this one particular face is her way. The face ages along with her, maybe a little older, but at the same pace.

And when she is twenty-three years old, she wakes up and the face she sketches is as clear as day. Her hands move rapidly, creating the lines of his face with unmatched precision—not a single stray line, not a hair out of place, not a freckle forgotten. He’s wearing glasses and smirking ever so slightly. It’s the realest he’s ever looked—like he’s standing right in front of her. And when she stops and scoots her chair away from the table, she finally breathes again. And she can’t look away.

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Having a Chronic Illness is like

having severely bad eye sight and needing glasses. Except glasses don’t exist. Most people don’t believe you have bad eye sight. You get judged for not being able to see correctly, people think you are faking for attention. People tell you all the time how they wish they had your bad eye sight so they could get out of certain obligations. You cannot go to work because you can’t see. You cannot read a page in front of your face, doctors say you are just depressed or are faking. Everyone around you tells you to “try harder to see”. Lots of people tell you to do yoga.

Having a chronic illness makes you feel like you have the flu all the time. Except the treatment for your disease doesn’t exist. Most people don’t believe you are sick. You get judged for not being able to do things that everyone else does, people think you are faking this illness for attention. People tell you all the time how they wish they had your illness so they could get out of certain obligations. You cannot work because you are too sick. You cannot got out for more then a few hours without literally collapsing from exhaustion, your doctor say you are just depressed or are faking. Everyone around you tells you to “try harder to get better”. Lot of people tell you to do yoga.

anonymous asked:

What things do you think Alex does without realizing that drives girls crazy? Like how many lgbtqia+ deo agents have been turned on by Alex being badass and doing hot things without realizing

What things do you think Alex does without realizing that drives girls crazy?

1. Licks her lips.

2. Shoots people.

3. Beats the shit out of men.

4. Threatens men.

5. Slams Max Lord into things every chance she gets.

6. Melts around Kara but tries to pretend she doesn’t.

7. Wears a lab coat.

8. Synthesizes things.

9. Uses science-y words that they would normally understand but can’t because they’re distracted by how fucking hot she is.

10. Speaks Russian.

11. Interacts with Lucy Lane.

12. Rides her Triumph to work.

13. Wears leather jackets.

14. Struts.

15. Hands on hips pose.

16. Laughs.

17. Plays pool.

18. Puts on her thinking face.

19. Quirks her lips to the side of her face.

20. Exists.

21. The limit does not exist.

Like how many lgbtqia+ deo agents have been turned on by Alex being badass and doing hot things without realizing            

All of them. Including the ones who thought they were straight.

Daddy’s Girl | Jughead Jones X Betty Cooper | SMUT PT TWO

REQUESTED IMAGINE: A long time ago @myterribletwenties asked me if I can do this imagine. And I’m still feeling guilty that It took me so much time to write, again I’m so so sorry and I hope u will like it. 

WARNINGS: Cliffhanger - dirty language - swearing. - mentions of blood - not edited! 

A/N: We ‘finished’ last chapter with cliffganger but be ready coz i have another one for you.  Do you remember mentions of Jughead’s fught with Bryce? Let’s see whats gonna happen after that.  



It only happens from time to time. That moment of utter realization and mind blowing emtion of existence, that moment you look at yourself in the mirror with thoughs and questions running through your mind as you try to drive yourself out of them because you are alive, and you don’t know how else to explain it. 

It han happen in the shover, just as you’re about to fall asleep, or even during an incredibly important meetin, but when it does, all that ever goes through your mind is questions. 

I have to many questions. 

If half the world claims the world to be induced with happiness and carefreeness, and the other half drowns in it’s pity of sadness and cruelty, then how does anyone know what the world really is? 

If the world ‘love’ did not exist, would love still be alive? Would it be classified as a feeling or as a lethal chemical? Would people drive themselves crazy feeling it but not knowing what it is? 

How come it’s so hard to face someone you love, but easy to face someone you’ve despised for your entire life? 

Opinions are not facts, why do people feel the need to criticise a person based on their opinion rather than the facts of which the person chooses to portray and represent themselves? 

Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone who’s got your heart up in flames, your eyes only ever seeing them, and you wrapped around their fingers? Why does it hurt so bad to miss someone you love? 

And finally. 

If breakfast was called dinner, would people still eat what they eat for dinner and breakfast or would rather they eat breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast? 

Everybody has that one question their mind wreck themselves to figure out but in the end, it all comes to one thing, and that thing is self-peace, if you don’t make peace with yourself, how do you expect your questions answered and your thoughts explored? 

I don’t think I’ve ever been this quiet. I’ve barely eaten breakfast this morning. I didn’t even budge when mama brought some pop tarts back from grocery store. I’d usually at least scream in happiness for ten years  but today, nothing. 

I’ve been sat in my room for what seem to be centuries, waiting for something I’ve been telling myself I don’t care about. Jughead arrival. 

I hate that I miss him with him gone for a short period of time, and I hate how much the thought of him getting remotely hurt makes me want to run acress the world just to make sure he’s safe and sound whatever he is. I want to pretect him, just like he does me. 

I pause the laptop screen when I hear my phone buzz from beneath my pillow. I pull out tho check who it was, glancing at the time to see it’s almost midnight. I swipe open the message and read. 

iMessage from: Mama 

dad and i will stay with polly today. called veronica’s mom to check up on you in a bit.. be good.

Well I guess tonight will be excatly like every other night, with the exeption of speakers instead of headphones. i used to love the nights home alone, I had my freedom. But now, I never want to spend the night alone. I just want him. 

I want to ignore all the signs telling me that he might not be okay. I want to put the pieces together, but I don’t have those who complete the puzzle and it’s eating me alive. Jughead was supposed to be back and safe just like ghe promised two full hours ago, but it’s like he disappeared after he sent me that heart dropping text. 

I try to ignore the bad thoughs circling my head. Jumping off my bed, I run to my dressing room and strip downto my underwear. I pull a large grey sleeveless shirt over my head, giving me just the comfort I need. 

I carry my laptop and other necessities and make my way to the lounge room just down the hallway. If I’m gonna be home alone, I might as well take adventage of screaming things at my laptop on the openness of my house rather in my room, right? 

I plop my things down and run down the stairs, ready to grab as many snacks as I gather. I open up the pantry, grabbing the box of cookies and the first Doritos bad I see. I hold the hem of my shirt and put the things in, like I’m cradling them to my stomach. 

As I make the way to the stairs, I hear door knock, once, twice, and nw a third. It’s propably Hermione, Veronica’s mom, checking up on me just as my mother said. 

I truggle to the hold the various food items down around the inside of my shirt as I walk to the door, squinting my eyes as I unlock the door from it’s frame, pulling it back. 

I look up with complete shock at the viev in front of me, my chest beating hard and my arms feeling weak. 

“I lost my keys,” Jughead’s exhausted posture stands at the door, his arms filled with red marks all over his nose bleeding dry down to his lips and neck. His eyes weakly trying to stay open with a few scratches taking over his forehead and the side of his face. Jughead’s hair lays mesily around his forehead, clothes dirty an beaten. 

Unknowingly, I drop the things to the floor. “Shit,” I curse after they hit my feet, schocking me into realization. 

Knowing Jughead, he wouldn’t want to talk or discuss any of this. I try to ignore the tears threatening to drop down my cheeks, repetitively telling myself that he’s not majorly hurt. 

I grab his hand, pulling him in slowly and locking the main door behind us. A part of me is happy he’s back, and a part of me is almost in tears at the fact that he’s even remotely hurt. 

“Wait here,” I now, “get something to drink, okay?” I point at the kitchen, rushing to the stairs. 

I take two steps at a time, running into my room and anxiously looking for the first aid kid. God damnn, I know dad put one in my room. I should’ve paid attention when he told me where. 

Logically, I open up the cabinets in my bathroom, struggling to move things. Second later, the read plus sign reveals itself on the white box. I pull it out and make my way down the stairs. 

I didn’t see this coming tonight. 

I feel my breathing come to a regular easing pace when I see his body leaned up against the kitchen oven, chugging down a bottle of water. 

He drops the bottle in the trash as I come near the kitchen counter bar, placing the first aid kit onto it. I jump up and sit on the cold counter, separating my legs. 

“Come here,” I mumble, watching him follow my comands and place himself in between my legs. Even at that, his height towers over mine. 

I open up the kid, ignoring the intense stare burning holes through the side of my head as he watches my movements. I feel his warmth surround my body, making me want to embrance his closeness. 

I wet the white cloth with the yellow bottle of liquid instructed of blooded marks removal. My face comes at a close proximity to his, feeling his body move closer to me as he stands in between my legs. 

I finch when I feel my knees rub against his waist, wanting nothing but to feel his chest on mine as his arms wrapped around my waist. 

I gently dab the cloth along his face, cleaning up the stains and making sure the scratches are clean for catching any bacteria that could infect it. 

“Fuck,” he winces when I reach a deep cut on his jaw, immediately making me feel bad for him. 

“Betty, say something,” he whisperes, Jughead’s hands move to my hips, holding them in place as both his thumbs rub the cloth covered skin. 

“I don’t know what you expect me to say,” I try to avoid his gaze on my lips as I continue cleaning the blood surrounding his nose and neck. 

“Say you miss me,” 

I find myself lost in his lips as the words leave them so effortlessly, my body craving his kiss, his touch, him. The dimness of the lights in the kitchen compliments his face, making him look even more flavless tan he already is, and making my heart beat more that in already is. 

I hold myself back, knowing the minute I confess is the minute I dall right back into his arms, forgetting everything he’s done and put me through. 

“Cause I did,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to closely hover over my neck, “So damn much, princess,” 

He sighs in the air, titling his neck so I can have access to collect the blood droplets surrounding his skin. I stay quiet, my body reacting unconsciously to hi words as I lean into his chest, earning a laugh to erupt from his mouth. 

“Jug,” I sigh in defeat. “Will you stand still please?” I let out a chuckle, feeling my body ease at the release. I bit my lip, not wanting another laugh to emit my mouth as I hold back of his neck, using the other to rub down the solution of liquid around the blood. 

“Aren’t you gonna ask me what happened?” Jughead approaches, his face still tilted and eyes staring up the celling. 

“No,” I reply careless. “I’m just glad you’re okay, and here, with me.” I smile

“I mean of course I’m worried,” I confess, my voice at a low volume as I speak almost right into his lips at how close he’s standing in front of me. I try to move my lips away, knowing if I move any closer, I’ll fall right back into his spell. 

“I don’t think you know ho much it hurts to see you like this, but I just don’t wanna stress it tonight,” I lose myself, feeling my throat begging to choke up. Shit, not now. 

“You should’ve seen the other guy though,” he tries to lighten up the mood, his hand moving to caress my loose hair. I melt into his touch, wanting to feel more of him. 

I smile softly in a reply, not wanting to drag his mood down. “Take it off,” I point awkwardly at the hem of his shirt. 

I see his lips evolve into a smirk, playfully winking at me. “Don’t get excited. I just wanna check if your back’s okay,” I roll my eyes. 

His eyes in mine, he swiftly pull his black coloured shirt over his head and throws it to the side of the countrer near the white box. 

He steps back in between my legs, with his back facing me. I run my hands down his back, feeling his muscles relax beneath me. 

He leans back into my chest as I scan me eyes over his perfectly tanned back for any scratches or marks, finding nothing but a few light bruises around his lower back. 

I feel defeat, eventually wrapping both my arms around his torso, pulling his back to me and placing a small hiss to the back of his neck. I let my head rest onto the back of his shoulder, inhaling his sweet scent. 

I feel his back vibrate, knowing he let out a chuckle escape his lips, “I knew you missed me,” he teased. 

I laugh into his neck, plopping my head onto his shoulder. “Don’t push it. I should be mad as shit right now,” I smirk 

“Why aren’t you?” he asks, his voice deepening as if he’s just awaken. 

“I think you’ve went through enogh tonight. I’ll be mad in the morning,” I chuckle

“Good,” he turns around, leaning both his arms beside my hips and leaning his face into mine. “Now tell me why you won’t kiss me,” he demnads, a whisper falling from his lips to mine. 

“What?” I scoff, shrugging before my hands set onto his shoulders, rubbing the naked skin. 
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, you’ve been avoiding my lips ever since I got here,” his lips move closer to mine, placing them on the corner of my mouth. 

I feel the heat of his mouth on the side of mine, making wanting the taste and feel of his kiss. 

“I’m not moving until you kiss me princess,” he smirks, leaning closer into me. 

‘You’re bluffing,” I challenge, raising my eyebrow in disabelief. I move my hands from his shoulders and trail my arms around his neck. 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to test me?” he raised his left eyebrow, moving his lips right onto mine. I think I might have forgotten how to breathe. 

I give up, letting my lips capture his in a wift second. His arms immediately wrap around my waist, pushing me into his chest as I feel his naked torso pressing into the thin clothing placed over my body. 

My legs wrap around his waist as I sit still into the counter. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, kissing him deeper. I feel our bodies relax at the contact as our lips battle against each other. 

“God, I’ve been thinking about you,” he groans, reattaching his lips to mine after miliseconds. 

I smile into his mouth, feeling a familiar sensation build in my stomach. 

His hands move under my loose shirt, grabbing onto my loose shirt, grabbing onto my hips. His hands massage my waist, driving my shirt up and revealing my black pair of underwear. 

I gasp at the sudden contact, giving his tongue access into my mouth. His lips moving at a fast pace againstt mine, my hands tugging at the ends of his hair. Making the only sounds in the house of our silent battled moans and grunts at the missed sensation. 

I detach my lips from his, immediately feeling his hot panting breath on my mouth. Lust fills his eyes, giving me a sense of encouragement and pride. 

“I’m yours, right? No matter how mad and annoying I get?” my eyebrows raise in desperation, needing to hear his words of comfort. 

“Princess,” his hands drive up my back, massaging the skin. “You’re mine, although you sometimes try so hard to deny the fact, you will always be mine, you will always be the only person who makes me feel like this,” he smiles, moving his lips back onto mine. 

His lips pressed lightly, ghosting over mine like feathers before gradually coming closer, fully taking my lips and diving his tongue into battle with mine. 

I feel my stomach burn in need at the action, my hands desperately grabbing and diving into his messily draped hair. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” I move back from his lips, biting my lip, holding back a sly smile. 

Thoughts of him run through my head: of his body hovering over mine, his lips latched onto my neck, his hands all over me. 

I grab his hand, intertwining my fingers with his as I pull him to the stairs. 

I sway my hips as I walk, knowing his eyes are burning through my back. My shirt draped over my waist rather than around my thighs, giving him a well enogh view as we walk up the stairs. 

I stand at the lounge room, turning to him with my hand still in his. 
“I’m gonna go get you some clothes to wear,” I stutter, my body still at unease with the sudden want and need of his body. 

“No need princess, they’ll be off anyway right?” he smirks teasingly, pulling my hand and pushing his chest to mine, his lips taking over my neck. 

My eyes roll to the back of my head at the well deserved sensation, titiling my head to grant him more access. 

My hands grasp at the ends of his hair, minimal spacing between our panting bodies. His lips work at the skin, sucking and licking my sweet spot. 

I hold in a moan trapped in my throat when he bites my earlobe, smirking evidently as he knows how much I love it. 

“Let me hear you, baby,” Jughead press his light lips to the space under my ear, placing featherlike kisses. 

I follow, letting out a moan I’ve been holding in for long. His hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, teasing my entrance as I feel the cold air hit the thin piece cloth covering me. 

A wave of realization flows over me, stopping the pleasure rushing through my veins as I pull away a panting mess from Jughead’s hold. 

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to wear?” I ask again, this time pressing on the subject with my head titling with reassurance. Please don’t want to wear anything. 

“I’m good, princess,” he assures, his lips still formed into a smile as his eyes flutter gradually alongside the words coming from his mouth. 

The darkness of the room provides light by the TV and the moonlight bursting through the window as it screens over the various comforters scattered around.  
Leaving multiple open mouthed kisses on my neck, he whispers, “Jump.” 

I wrap my arms around his neck tighter, pulling mysel up and circling his waist with my legs as I dismiss myself from the floor. 

I feel his bicep muscles strenghten as he holds my thights, his lips still working on my neck, his wetness pleasuring me like no other. 

He walks over to the large sofa, my legs straddling his hips as I grind unintentionally when he lets out a hot breath on my sweet spot. This boy’s going to kill me. 

The only noise heard from the room is the panting of out breaths and silent moans dangerously close to belting out. 

“Jug,” I mutter teasingly, titling my head upwards and placing my lips on his neck, breathing out my frustration. “Can you do me a favour?” I look up at him with puppy eyes, watching a smirk evolve on his lips. 

His eyes meet mine, our faces only inches away from each other. I let my legs separate more teasingly on his lap as his hands reach my head, stroking my hair and placing the falling strands behind my ear. 

“Name it and it’s yours, princess.” 

I feel my heart flutter, my heart racing for some reason unknow. God damn, he is flawess.I want every single piece of him. 

“My back’s been killing me,” I exaggerate, pouting my lips dangerously close to his. Without any more words, his large hands cover my lower back, softly massaging the skin, untangling the stress held into my muscles. 

I let out a long held breath when his hand starts massaging the middle of my back. Both our attentions completely on each other. I rest my head on his shoulder, my lips featherlike on the skin of his neck. 

His distinctive smell comforts me, letting my body relax on his hold. My hips uncosciously roll my hips at the pleasure of his warm hands on my back, making him grunt. 

I let out a shaky breath on his neck, getting more comfortable when I let my hand run down his chest, my finger drawing random circles on his lover waist. 

I let out a moan when he presses harder, feeling his breathing rate begin to incease. “Fuck, right there,” I groan into his ear, a soft moan escaping my lips when his thumbs press down my lower front waist. 

“Tell me how it feels, princess,” Jughead demands, his hands now set on my ass cheek, grabbing and loosening as I roll my hips at the cold air hitting my skin. 

“it feels so good,” I groan, purposely breathing heavily onto his sweet spot, placing repetitive soft kisses. 

I gasp when he moves the cloth covering my lower region to the side, the cold air hitting my spread wetness. Catching me by  surprise, his hands slap my bare cheeks, grabbing and teasing my entrance as I feel his handprints being bruised onto my skin. 

My stomach ties in knots, wanting nothing more than the satisfaction and pleasure of his touch. “Jug, please,” I beg, breathlessly. 

“You want me to touch you, baby? You want me to make you feel good?” he tease, hoarsness filling his tone. 

“Mhmm,” I nod, arching my back begging to feel his touch, wanting some sort of release as I’m already soaking. 

He teases me even more, now spreading my folds and letting the cold air hit me right on the spot, making my eyes roll back at the held back pleasure. 

“Don’t Da–I.” I whisper breathlessly, my body arching for his fingers. I adjust my head on his neck, my breathing still strong and heavily hot on his neck. 

“What? You wanna call me daddy, baby girl?” he chuckles, his head titling to me before I feel his lips on my cheek placing a feathery kiss as his hands continue their work. 

I feel the tightness of his bulge through his jeans, making me crave him even more. The thought of him making me weak at the knees. 

I hide my head deeper in his shoulder, my cheeks reddening although he cannot see them. “Just please,” I whine, feeling exhausted at the loss of his touch on my most needed area. 

“Please what, princess?” he taunts. 

“Please daddy,” I murmur, “I need you.” 

Just as the words leave my mouth, his middle finger trails down my wetness, giving me a sense of undeniably long awaited pleasure. 

“Does this feel good, baby?” he asks. 

“Mhmm,” I nod, rolling my hips as I spread my legs further apart, wanting to feel more of his fingers on my heat. 

“How about when I rub you? Huh? Is that better?” he pressed his thumb at my entrance, stroking the space between both holes, making my juices spread further over. 

“Yes Jug, more,” I plead. 

“Oh yeah?” he slips his middle finger into me, pumping at a steady pace, “Like this?”

I nod, feeling my climax coming closer and walls tightening around his now rapidly pupming finger. He inserts another as his other and rub under my wetness, spreading it around. 

“Don’t cum until I tell you, princess.” 

I feel my body giving out, wanting a release from the pleasurable actions of his fingers on my slit. He spreads my folds once again, this time holding them out with no action. 

“I’m close, daddy please,” I beg arching my back. 

Fuck, I love you,” he growls, proceding with his action, this time antagonistically rubbing, driving me to the edge of my high. 

“I can’t–” I feel my breathing cut off, my lips parter as my eyes roll back, wanting a release. 

“Let go, baby.” 

I release my juices on his fingers, feeling my entrance throbbing as I let go in pleasure. I roll my hips as I ride out my high, his fingers rolling gently on my sensitive slit. 

I rest my body more relaxed on his, breathing out in release of frustration as he brings his fingers to his lip, licking off the juices, making me part my lips as I watch. God Damn. 

My eyes watch his wet lips as his hands trail down to my solid colowed underwear, placing them back onto my now decreasingly throbbing wetness. 

Somewhat, I’m hungry for more. I want him. I want all of him. I want to pleasure him. I want him moaning my name. I want his hans in my hair.. I want him all for me. 

I practically crave him. 

I lean up my head up and meet his lips, tugging onto his lover lip as he turns the kiss deeper. My hands trail down his waist, playing with the waistband of his boxers. His hand reaches up yo mu now tangled mess of hair, the other caressing my back. 

I kiss hiss lips receptively, not giving him a chance to kiss back, but eventually his lips win, taking mine into his with force, soon sucking on my lips with such a passion. I almost feel my body give out right then. 

“How about you go wait for me in your room, princess?” he caress my hair, placing gentle hiss on the corner of my mouth. 

I nod, getting off his lap and starting my way to my room. Knowiing his eyes are most likely following my movements, I lift my large shirt above my head, throwing it beside me I disappear into my room. 

I walk into the dark moonlight filed room, I go straight to the bathroom, finding the closest body spray I can find and basically showering in it. 

I take a deep breath and step onto my bed, folding my legs underme as I wait for Jughead at the edge of the bed. I lean my arms behind me, feeling frustraded for him again already. 

I hear his footstpes come gradually closer, soon his presence is clear when the door opens wider, revealing Jughead’s naked torso fully to me. The door shuts behind him, and a smirk emits his face as he moves closer to me, his waist moving perfectly as he does. 

I stand on my knees, biting my lip at the flawlessness of his movements. My breathing starts to come off as shaky at the realization of what’s about to happen. God, I’ve waited for him so long, now that’s it’s finally happening, I might fucking puke. 

His stands hold the sdes of my head gently, eyes pouring in mine with our faces inches away from one another. 

“Hey,” he whispers, “It’s just me, baby girl, Relax.” 

I nod. Barely letting my mouth touch his, I kiss his plump upper lip fully, making him groan in satisfaction, his hands diving into my hair and tugging at the roots. 

I feel the warmth of his body engulf and surround mine, his height towering over mine giving me a sense of protection and security. 

My hands play with the buckle of his belt, trying to unfasten the tightness in his pants to release. A few seconds of struggling with the zipper, I tug the hem of his pants down, revealing his black low hung boxers. 

I run my fingers down his v line, deepening the kiss as I lean into him. His han holds my jaw, his lips taking control and slipping his tongue in my mouth, battling with mine for dominance. 

He fumbles with the blocking material, trying to pull it down, eventually angered with the mix of his frustration when they don’t  budge. I spread my knees further, helping him. HIs hands pull at the sides of my panties, trying to rip off a side from the othe with strengh. 

“Fuck, these need to go,” he growls. 

Surpsingly, the next thing I feel is the air hitting my bare waist as he succefully rips a side of my panties, proceeding to rip the other. He pulls the cloth off, throwing it on the floor beside him. 

I feel his legs moving, and I guess he’s trying to rid off his pants, His hands move to my back, unhooking my bra and sliding it off, throwing to meet my now ripped pair of underwear. 

I’d be lying if I say watching him rip my panties off doesn’t turn me on. 

His lips detach from mine for a second, grabbing a condom wrap from the back of his discarded jeans. He stands back up, handing me the wrapper displayed between both his index and middle finger. 

“Roll that on for me, princess.” he requests. 

I take it from his hand, ripping it open before my hands reach around his waist rubbing the skin before I pull down his boxers. 

His hard bulge comes springing upwards, hitting his abdomen. The sight alone drags a pleasurable pulse out of me. 

My heart races at the viev, my hands shaking I roll the plastic onto his length. I look up to him, having finished my task, but not taking him out of my hands. I blink up innocently, watching his head fall back as I slowly pump him. He grins at the action but eventually pushes my hand away. 

“Not tonight baby girl, it’s all about you.” Jughead places a sweet open mouthed kiss on my lips, making my area wet by the thought of him inside me as he does. 

“Lay down for me,” he commands. 

I do as followed, laying myself down on the cold sheets, feeling completely exposed opposide Jughead. I let out a breath I hadn’t know I was holding and let my back rest against the sheets, my legs dangling from the edge of the bed. 

Jughead completely discard his boxers, leaving him flawlessly disorbed. I can’t resist him at his perfect angle, his face focused and his eyes full of lust. And he’s all mine. 

I smile at the fact, suddenly feeling a wash of air flow over my body. My hands reach over my face covering my eyes as I let out a chuckle. 

Jughead hovers over me, his legs standing on the either side of my right leg. His leans to my covered face, moving my hands away as I come face to face with his fully smile. 

“You are so goddamn beautiful baby girl, you know that?” he husks, his thumbs caressing one of my blushed cheeks. 

I lean up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I love you.” 

Jughead smiles widely at the words leaving my lips, diving his head straght at level with my breasts as he supports his body with his arms on either side of my torso. 

He takes my breasts in his hands for a tender squeeze, rolling the peak of my nipples between his fingers and kissing the top of my breasts. 

I dring my hips against him when I feel him take one on his mouth. His actions send nerves of pleasure down my body to my slit, making it throb and ache for him even more that first ride of pleasure. 

He kisses dive down to my stomach, placing wet open mouth kisses until he reaches my lower abdomen. My breathing hitches, feeling my stomach rise up and down excessively at the feel of his perfect touch. 

He kneels down as he eaches my slit. HIs hands push open wide my knees, giving him more access as my folds spread wider. I groan at the feeling rushing through me at the second time tonight. 

“Already wet again for me, princess?” he teases, I feel his finger run down my wetness, his body kneeling up and hovering over me once again. 

“Taste?” he brings his finger to my lips, patting my mouth until I open up, rolling my tongue over his finger before I take it in fully, having a taste. 

“And what do you say, baby girl?” he raises his head up in question. 

“Thank you daddy,” I coo, bitting my lip. 

His lips go straight to mine, wet sloppy kisses placed on my mouth as my hands tangle in his hair. 

“Say the word and I’ll stop. The last thing I wanna do is cause you any pain, okay princess?” he whispers in my ear, his voice switching to a caring concerned one. 

I nod taking his lips in mine as a reassurance. Jughead alings himself at my etrance, his hand going down to rub rapidly at my slit. 

Jughead’s head nestles in the crook of my neck as I feel him enter me, both our lips releasing long groans of relief at the contact. I can feel the exact lengt of fill my walls up, making me feel a new kind of pain at first. 

“Fuck,” Jughead’s groans loudly, gritting his teeth,”Fuck, you’e so tight, baby girl.” 

Stretching me out, I feel my walls tense up and a shook drive through my body. Not taking seconds later, pleasure begins to replace the feeling of discomfort. I moan at the tip pushing right into my spot. 

“Jug!” I whine, arching my back in plasure as he hits me repeatedly to a perfect spot. 

Our bodies practically melt into one another, and I can’t describe any better feeling that this. His chest up on my breasts, his abs touching my stomach, his lips gently gyrating into mine, his schoulders pressed perfectly to that my head can fit perfectly onto a side. 

I slip my arms over until I feel his back muscles, engulfing him more into me than mefore. He thrusts into me more and more, filling me in deeper each time. 

I feel my high begin to build up once again. I bite my lip in order not to scream or let any tears fall from my eyes at the combining emotions. 

“Don’t fucking do that,” he speaks with a grunt. “Don’t hide your noised, show me how fucking good I make you feel.” 

And with that, I couldn’t contain it. I let out a loud moan, not able to contain the pleasure of his fullness in me. 

I feel my walls begin to tighten already, my head beginning to doze off in pleasure as my eyes roll back. His hands moves down to my etrance, drawing messy figure eight’s as he thrusts harder into me. 

“Hold it, baby,” he demands. 

I began to moving to meet him, rocking my hips on him whenever he went in deeper. Our bodies flush in from one to the other. I feel my entire body pulse in each thrust. Both our moans come out struggled as we both reached closer to our climax. 

However, things begin to slow down when Jughead flipped the two of us over. His back leans against the headboard as I straddle him. 

His hands feel up my stomach, holding my down as I roll my hips teasingly up and down his lenght as he throws his head back in pleasure. 

His gorgeous pink lips part as he watches my movements, soon his hands come over my bare cheeks, spreading them apart and slapping them. I pop my ass outwards, feeling the wriggling of the strength filled spank on my heat, making it more pleasureable. 

Muttered words leave Jughead’s mouth, a lustful need burning in his eyes encouraging me and making me roll my head back in intense pleasure. He is electrifying, and I never want to stop.

I blush a I watch his dimples dig into his cheeks as he smiles, his eyes on my expressions. I lean and peck his lips, making his thrusts wind me up. 

I slower my movements, feeling him twitch inside me. Knowing I couldn’t hold in my orgasm any longer, I put my hands on his abs, leaning on him as I quicken my pace up again. 

“You’re doing such a good job, princess, you look so fucking good.” he breathlessly compliments, his eyes fluttering perfectly. 

“I’m so close,” I wince, my hands still on his toned torso. 

His hand rests on my waist tightly as the other goes yp to my head, holding my in place as his fingers dig into my hair. 

“Look at me,” he brings my forehead to his,our noses briefly touching as we both paint into each other’s lips. “I want to watch you cum for me, love.” 

My eyes advert to his, his glossy beautifully coloured eyes pouring into mine as I feel my walls tighten around him, now rolling my hips slower. 

“Fuck!” I groan breathlessly into his mouth, our lips barely touching. 

I finally let go, feeling myself throb around his length, soon following his climax around me. I guide my rolling hips into a slower pace, riding out the best high I’ve ever had. 

“God damn,” Jughead breathlessly praises, his lips sloppily kissing mine as we both reach the end of our highs. 

Tired, I lean my head on his shoulder, panting breathes leaving my mouth rapidly as so do his. I move my legs from either side of him, throwing myself down onto the sheets right beside him. 

I cross my arms above my chest and slide into the sheet’s watching Jughead discard the plastic before joining me back again in the bed, a smile clear on his face as he hovers over me, sliding beside me as the sheets cover both our naked bodies. 

His arms embrance my body, pulling my over and against his chest, making a chuckle escape my lips, I let my arms wrap around his waist, cuddling myself to his side. 

His lips leave a gentle kiss on my forehead, arms tightly holding me to his side as his hand caresses my hair, the other messaging my nude hips. 

“I’m still mad at you, you know?” I joke, humming into the crock of his neck. He is so damn beautiful. 

“Good. Maybe you could take your madness out on me tomorrow morning.” 



Last thing to say! Not edited because I’m so tired I didnt even realize I write in polish instead of english. If this doesn’t make sense its okay. I edit it tomorrow maybe. 



     
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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: why does jughead say there were only really three people in that booth when he was DEFINITELY THERE AS A SOLID FOURTH PERSON? does he mean the other three only had eyes for each other? does he mean he felt he didn't belong there, or does he mean that he feels he fundamentally doesn't matter to these people, who seem to be the only people he knows and is at least vaguely friendly with? what happened between jughead and archie? why does jughead think this boy who took a hard punch for him doesn't care about him? how quickly did archie start to call betty his "best friend" after he ditched jughead? or was that already how it was? why does nobody tell jughead every day that is wonderful and worthwhile and that he is very funny and actually jughead it's very nice to see you happy sometimes although sure sardonic sad mooning insomniac is a surprisingly good look on your face, well done on that? does jughead understand archie not-hugging him as a selfless act of love against archie's own nature because look at archie, he's a giant confused teddy bear who just wants to hug his friends because that's how he communicates feelings best? does archie understand that too? does jughead feel like in order to be able to survive high school he has to not exist as himself or a person for much of it? is he just trying to disappear to survive? in which case why is his sass-o-meter constantly turned up to 11? why doesn't he have a little coterie of freshman journo-wannabes with unfortunate beanies? do any of jughead's friends admire his hair from a respective distance but sincerely tell jughead that it looks good? when is veronica going to carefully paint his nails in with a scuzzy black nail varnish? why does this mean so much to me? jughead deserves many hugs and burgers entirely on his own terms!!!! why doesn't archie hold him, respectfully, in private!!!! "is this ok man? i just... i missed you, you know?" while archie's dad sheds an Extremely Proud tear bc the boys Need Each Other, They Always Have. is veronica ever going 2 get 2 say "it's time to be the protagonist in your own story, girl!" to jughead? is he ever going to get to know that he is loved and hat he deserves to b loved???? THIS IS THE ONLY SUSPENSE I NEED