i actually had to left four out

anonymous asked:

I'm so livid at your post shaming littles for having children but also being little understand there is a time and a place for everything. I feel I relate to our child when I act like one when doing nothing gross. Our child is never into our sex lives never will be Having a family is possible It's also like saying if your so is turned on by something that he'd pounce on everyone related to it. it's called consent respect and love he'd never hurt our child and I'm home so I would know

I am a mother. I was in a heterosexual relationship during my early twenties. The reason why I am so passionately against DDLG is because I know for a fact that my daughter’s father had looked at DDLG material at some point before I left him (he did not share this with me, but I spotted some on his web history). I tried to raise concerns, but my daughter was legally compelled to continue to visit him for unsupervised contact. To what should surprise no one, he molested her when she was four years old…possibly even before that. The link between DDLG kink and actual pedophilia isn’t theoretical for me - it’s the nightmare that I have to go through every day of my life.

So, respectfully? Fuck you.

Fuck you and every other adult out there that fetishises my daughter’s abuse. Fuck every adult that treats my daughter’s horror as a kink or a sex game. Fuck you for knowing that your SO is aroused by the aesthetic, behaviours and helplessness of childhood, but having a child with him anyway.

DDs do not ‘respect consent’. They are aroused by the idea of molesting someone who is incapable of consent. That is the whole basis of the kink. It’s a pedophilic child abuse fantasy.

Simulated pedophilia is still pedophilia. How is a DD any different to a non-active pedophile? What separates the sexual fantasies of a DD from those of a pedophile? What is the difference????

Your child’s safety is at risk here, and if you can’t recognise that and get them out of this then you are not fit to be a mother.

Little Miss Cold Hearted (Alec x Reader) Imagine

A/N: I have no idea what I wanted for this imagine. It started out as something and ended as something else. Send some ideas for imagines.
Warning: A little cursing

   “Is this why my boyfriend in such a bad mood?” You asked as you walked into the infirmary. Seeing that there was a random redhead laying down in one of the beds.
“When is he not in a bad mood” Jace said rolling his eyes.
“Oh shut up Jace, who is she?” You asked
“You could of just asked me” said the redhead sitting on the bed
“but I didn’t, so who is she?”
“Her names Clary Y/N” Izzy said as she stood up next to you. “She a shadowhunter just like us but she didn’t know”“
“You know this how?” You asked. Izzy pointed at Clary shoulder and there above was the iratze rune. Well she have to be a shadowhunter to survive that you thought.
“Okay wait if she didn’t know she was shadowhunter who put the healing rune on her” you questioned.
“Jace did, is that bad?” Clary said
“Jace! You didn’t even know she was a shadowhunter you could of killed the poor girl. What in the world were you thinking?” You yelled. How could he be so thoughtless.
“I had a feeling she was like us so I burn it on her after she got bitted by the demon.” He said shrugging his shoulders.
“A FEELING! Well that would of done much if she had to died, You got lucky Wayland” you said as you turn to leave. “At least tell the girl about everything so she knows what going on” you added in before you actually left the room.
“There’s more to know?” Clary asked the two standing in front of her.
“Not really she didn’t know we told you most of it before she came” Jace replied
“Who is she? And are most of shadowhunter this rude because that make two out of the four I have met.”
“Her name is Y/N but you probably heard me say that to her, she’s a friend of ours and she also my parabatai. And no most of them are kind so is Y/N she just really stressed with everything at the moment.” Izzy told her.
“But the first one you met Alec he’s always like that but trust me he just as kind when you get to know him. He just likes to hide it”
“Why is she stressed and you guys aren’t? Aren’t you guys a team?”
“She getting married we aren’t” Izzy said pulling Clary to her feet “Now let’s show you around”

  You walked into yours and Alec shared bedroom after your long day.All you wanted was to see Alec. But he wasn’t there as you walked in, he probably was with Jace trying to figured out how to help the new girl. You started to get ready for bed you changed your clothes and we’re just finishing brushing your teeth when Alec walked into the room.
“I heard that you were rude today what’s wrong baby?” Alec asked as he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head on his chest.
“I’ve been so stressed with this wedding planning and The Clave it’s all starting to get to me” you said. It was turning you in to a new person. All you wanted to do was sleep now knowing Alec was here with you.
“How about you get some rest and I’ll try to help you with some of the planning tomorrow”
“Thank you so much Alec” you said giving him a kiss. You and Alec both got in to bed. He held you close while he started to talk about his day, you slowly fell asleep to his comforting voice.
You woke up the next morning and Alec wasn’t there. It was nothing unusual since one of you usually had to get up early for a meeting or mission. You got up and quickly got dress and headed to the main room.
  As you walk in you could see Alec with Clary, Jace, Izzy and another person crowded around a table in the back so no one would pay attention to them.
“Why are you guys doing?” You asked as you walked up to them causing all of them to jump.
“Oops sorry about that” you said holding back a laugh. “Who this?” You asked as you point towards the brown haired boy.
“He’s my best friend Simon” Clary spoke while looking at you with a glare. Yup you deserve that after yesterday.
“We’re trying to find away for Clary to get back her memories ” Jace told you.
“Why don’t you try the Silent Brothers.” You suggest. Alec and them all look at you wondering why they didn’t think of that in the first place.
“Silent Brothers?” Clary asked no one in particular.
“Their hard to explain but they could get your memories back” Izzy answers
“Let’s go find them” Clary said turning around.
“Wait, you don’t know anything about them. What they do could kill you if you aren’t strong enough” you shouted, maybe it was the wrong idea to suggest that.
“You don’t think I’m strong enough” Clary said walking up to you.
“I never said you in particular, but if you aren’t strong enough it will kill you, your at higher rate since you known about this world for then less a day” you said to her looking at her in the face.
“So you think I’m some weak girl that doesn’t know about anything” Clary said getting more and more angry.
“Not anything about this world that’s for sure. You haven’t been train to fight at all I could probably knock you on your ass in seconds” you said keeping your ground
“Well why don’t you try” Clary said getting ready to fight. It wouldn’t look to good for you if you were caught fighting in the middle of the main room but you weren’t just going to back down from a fight. You were about to throw a punch at her but Alec held you back and Jace did the same thing with Clary.
“Would you two stop” Izzy asked but it didn’t really work.
“You know nothing about this world and thinking you can just walk in and own the place is ridiculous.” You said trying to get out of Alec’s hold but it was no used he was way stronger then you. Clary didn’t really know what to said but she did remember something that Isabelle said the day before.
“At least I know about important things like being kind people since I got here you been nothing but a cold hearted bitch to me, for what I’ve done nothing to you. Your fiancé probably only marrying you because he knows that no one could ever love someone without a soul or he just as bitchy and rude as you are” Clary shouted now getting the attention of everyone in the room. Izzy and theirs mouths drop. How could she say something like that you thought and so did everyone else. Alec’s gripped around you loosely from the shock of what she just said about him even if she didn’t know it was him. You step away from Alec and said “Go to Silent Brothers and get killed I don’t care, and for the record it takes a cold hearted bitch to know one” with that you ran out of the room not even looking back.
“Clary” Jace said looking at the girl. He didn’t know what to say
“Leave” Alec said
“What?” Clary asked
“I said leave now, leave the institute. You are no longer welcome here” Alec told Clary
“You can’t just kicked her out Alec” Jace shot back
“Why not? She try to start a fight and call the head of the institute at the moment awful seems to me that she doesn’t want to be here so she shouldn’t be.” Alec answer
“Wait now I never said anything about the-” Clary stopped for a second then said “She marrying the head of the institute, wow he must be something else to marry her.Where is he anyway?”
“I’m standing right in front of you” Alec said glaring at Clary. Clary looked like she sunk smaller since that came out of Alec mouth.
“I didn’t really me-” Clary started but Alec stopped her.
“Go with her Jace and see the brothers but The Clave will be hearing about all of this.”
Alec replied. “Everyone get back to work”
Everyone stopped watching and turn back to their work quietly talking about what just happen.
“Excuse me now while I try and find my fiancé” Alec said as he left the room
“Your going to be in big trouble” Izzy said as she looked at the two in front of her.

  Alec walked up to the garden knowing that’s where you went to calm down all the time. He saw you sitting on bench over looking the city.
“Hey” he said as he sat down beside you, you laid your head on his shoulder.
“Am I really a bitch that your only marrying because you think no one else will?” You asked even thou you knew the answer.
“No don’t ever think that, your my everything I fell in love with you.” He told you as he intertwine his hand with yours.
“I love you Alec Lightwood”
“I love you too Y/N soon to be Lightwood”

bailci  asked:

35 solangelo?

Nico has The Box that he doesn’t touch.

His father gave it to him on his 15th birthday (or 85th, depending on how one looked at it, but Nico agrees that time is a man-made construct and ignores it) and told him, quite bluntly, “This is all I have left of our time with Maria.”

Maria. Nico’s Mama.

So of course, Nico took The Box and shoved it under his bed with his feelings and the rest of the other junk Nico didn’t feel like compartmentalizing in his brain on a day-to-day basis. And there The Box stayed for a whole year; until Will decided that his boyfriend needed to be introduced to the concept of Spring Cleaning.

With a feather duster in one hand and multi-purpose cleaner in the other, Will invited himself into Cabin 13 and set to work. Nico had long ago learned not to get in his boyfriend’s way.

Bookshelves were dusted, counters wiped down, boxes emptied and moved around. And then Will got to Nico’s bedroom, and discovered The Box.

“You want to go through this one, hon?” Will called to his boyfriend, who was currently in the kitchenette, getting them cold drinks.

“Probably,” Nico called back, “don’t touch my stuff.”

Will disregarded him and touched his stuff anyways. He dusted off the top of the box and found the words “Niccólo di Angelo: 19XX- ” written in neat, Palmer-method cursive. The cardboard lid creaked when Will cracked The Box open.

“Ohmygods are THESE YOUR BABY PICTURES?!” Will was exclaiming before he could reel in his emotions. Nico appeared, quite literally out of the shadows, with two tall glasses of iced tea in his hands and a frown on his face.

“Oh,” he said, “you opened it.”

“Was I not supposed to?” Will asked, ready to apologize about the interference of personal space. Nico only shrugged, “It’s fine I guess, I just never have. It’s all the stuff my dad had left from his time with my mom.”

Will picked up the first photo on the top of the stack of papers in The Box. It was Nico and Bianca, maybe about two and four respectively, seated on the front stoop of a Venetian town house with only semi-serious expressions on their faces. It took Will a minute to realize that the man sitting between them was actually the Lord of the Underworld.

“It’s weird, seeing your dad…”

“So normal looking?” Nico finishes for him, “yeah, I know. It freaks me out when he and Persephone sometimes go to Starbucks in Santa Monica together.”

Will giggled, “You were a cute kid, though.”

“Are you saying I’ve only gotten less cute?” Nico asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course not,” Will answered, “You’re like a fine wine, better with age.”

“You hate wine.”

“It’s rotten grape juice,” Will confirmed, “do you want to go through this box or shall I put it back where it came from?”

Nico sighed, “Might as well, I should probably know the rest of its contents.”

“Could be some good blackmail material in here.” Will suggested.

“I hate you.” Nico groused, not really upset but having a reputation to uphold. (He however completely ruined this reputation by pecking Will’s check before crawling between his legs to recline comfortably against his boyfriend’s chest.)

“Comfortable?” Will asked, amused.

“Sure.” Nico said. Together, cleaning forgotten, they dive into the contents of the box.

(And Will was right, there were too many cute baby pictures in there for Nico to ever be considered scary again.)

3 Billion Dollars [Part 13] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by boysgroup

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: fluff? this is more for the plot later on. yeah.

Warnings: swearing and my makeshift writing

{part 1} {Part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: So this one is pretty short. I would like to apologize for this weekend It was so anticlimatic, but I do have a lot more scenarios that I have to post. Sorry life just seems to get in the way of everything. The next chapter has a lot more Ji Yong x Reader stuff, although it’s also pretty short. The next chapter also marks half way into the series! Woo!! As always, my inbox is open and loves getting stuff!

~ Admin Brooklyn


“Are you sure I should be out of my room? You heard what Yongie said.” Youngbae scoffed. He leads you down a few halls, turning every once and awhile. You had changed from your bloody clothes earlier, but the small shorts and the big tee shirt seemed to be a bad choice to be running around the building.The once dead hall was now filled with people, which was the reason you were questioning why you didn’t change.

“You’re listening to what he says now?” Youngbae said. You rolled your eyes. Youngbae takes you down a hallway you’ve never been through before.

“Where are we even going?” You ask.

“Conference room,” he says shortly.  “Ji Yong isn’t gonna be there though. He’s resting.”

“Thank God,” you mutter. “He’s so stubborn.”

“You are too princess,” Youngbae chuckled. “Remember that time you didn’t want to leave the playground for dinner, so you made your mother bring dinner to you.”

“Hey, I was six! That‘s not fair,” you say. A smile was displayed on both of your faces. It felt good to smile a genuine smile, especially after what happened with both Kwons. Youngbae stopped walking as you reached a dark colored door. You could hear loud but muffled voices through the door. Youngbae opened the door and stepped aside, letting you in.

“That’s a stupid ass idea,” you hear a familiar female voice say.

“Do you have a better idea for the shit head that came in here and killed, as far as we know, fifteen men?” Said a deeper voice.

“I’m pretty sure he had someone kill more people on the inside,”

“Is my idea stupid now?!”

“Just as stupid as your haircut,” Seungri said. Youngbae cleared his throat and everyone stopped talking, their attention now on you. The room’s walls were a dark red color contrasting with the light colored carpet. A big table was centered in the middle of the room, chair and people around said table. On the far edge of the table sat a big chair, empty, unlike the other chairs that circled the table. The occupants of the chairs are what interested you.

“Dara unnie? Bom unnie?” You asked. They smiled at you, Dara waving.

“Yah (Y/N)! You don’t even say hi to Minzy and me?” Chaerin says shaking her head. A small smile ghosts on your face.

“Well I knew that you were in the mafia, but Dara unnie and Bom unnie? And Minzy?” You groan. Chaerin crosses her arms.

“Who told you about me?” She asks.

“Ji Yong,” Youngbae says.  Youngbae closes the door behind him and places his hand on your back. “Now we can get to that later. We have things we have to take care of. (Y/N), go sit in the chair at the far edge.”

Youngbae pointed towards the bigger, fancier chair of the table. Some of the people eyed you as you walked towards the chair, Youngbae right behind you. A girl with blonde hair and brown roots eyed you suspiciously. As you sat down she finally spoke. “Who is she?”

“She’s (Y/N) if you didn’t hear Youngbae oppa,” Chaerin said.

“So you’re (Y/N),” one of the many boys said. His hair was swept back in a way that should’ve looked messy, but somehow looked very put together. You nod your head nervously. You looked to Youngbae who sat to your right, along with Daesung. Both the eldest and the youngest Seunghyun sat to your left, the older’s phone out in his hand. You looked at it curiously and then looked up at Seunghyun.

“It’s Ji Yong,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“He does know that resting also means not working right?” You mutter.

“I can hear you Princess,” Ji Yong said, his voice slightly distorted through the phone. A light blush started to appear on your face, but you quickly shook the feeling of embarrassment off.

“I get that she’s close to G Dragon,” another person says. “But why is she so important right now?”

“Because she’s close to Flynn,” Seungri said. You looked at him, eyes wide. He gives you a reassuring smile. “And the only thing she has to do for you is talk about Flynn. Got it?”

A chorus of ‘yes’ and okays erupted through the room. They all turned to you, looking at you expectantly. You gave Seunghyun a nervous look, which was returned by a reassuring smile from him. You look at Youngbae, a determined look on your face. “Where do you want me to start?”

“I don’t think we need the backstory of your relationship with him. Agreed?” Seungri said. Youngbae and many others nodded their heads.

“You’re still telling me later,” Chaerin said. You smiled at her and nodded her head.

“Okay so I met him in college, he was roughly twenty-two at the time, so he’s thirty now. He was born in Busan. He wanted to become a business owner like his dad. His mom was-”

“This is great and all, but how can we use this information?” The blond girl said. You looked at Youngbae. You didn’t know what to say or what to do.

“Well, we know a few things,” Ji Yong said through the phone. You look at the phone, waiting for him to continue. “We know that he probably looked up to his father. Trust me, if you’re taking over your father's’ company you look up to him.”

A small smirk formed on your face. It started to fade away as you started to realize what happened. “He got into the mafia when his father died.”

“What?” Daesung said. Seungri seemed to catch on.

“Flynn said that his father died sometime after he came home from college,” Seungri started.

“With his father dying that must’ve driven him to the mafia,” Bom concluded.

“More likely that someone from the mafia killed his dad,” Chaerin added. You nodded your head.

“It wouldn’t be hard for him to know Big Bang from there,” one of the boys said. The boy next to him nodded his head. The second boy looked oddly similar to Ji Yong, although you could tell the difference between him and your Ji Yong any day. The look on his face bothered you. Something seemed to bother him until he finally spoke up. “What about his mom? Some sort of authority figure over him that would really convince him not to be in the mafia?”

“If anyone were to stop him, it’d be his mom. He never really cared for the police,” you say. The Ji Yong look alike frowned. “His mom passed away while we were in college.”

“So nothing could really stop him from joining,” the first boy said.

“Yeah, but he had a full business for him right?” Another boy asked. God, you needed to learn names for everyone here.

“Kinda, as big as the business is, or was at the time, I highly doubt that it could’ve lasted long without someone to lead it.” You add in. Youngbae nods his head.

“We should start with that,” Daesung said. “Get to know the details of his past. It’ll help us figure out more about it.”

“And it’ll help us end him,” a different boy said. Your eyes go wide a little, and you look down at the table. Seungri took note of this and decided to speed up the meeting.

“Let’s split up into groups,” he said. “WINNER, go figure out more about his dad’s business. I wanna know everything I can about what they did, who his father was and any and all connections they had. Understand?”

Ji Yong’s look alike’s face contorted in confusion. “Where do we even start?”

“Flynn’s last name is Jones,” you say. Everyone looks to you again, but you continue looking at the look alike. “He’s a foreigner in Korea so that alone should make it a bit easier to find. I don’t know the company name though.”

The look alike nodded his head, a hint of blush barely visible on his cheeks. Seungri had a small smile on his face as he looked at you. Youngbae cracked his knuckles and looked at a different group of boys. “iKon, you go dig up some information on how Flynn was as a kid. His childhood, his teenage years, how he acted, what he did. That’ll help figure out his behavior.”

“What’s his old-”

“It’s in the Haeundae-Gu district. I don’t know his actual address though,” you say quickly adding an apology for cutting him off. The group of boys nodded their heads and left the room, leaving Chaerin, Bommie, Dara, Minzy and the other four girls.

“I’m guessing we’re gonna renew old connections?” Chaerin asked. Youngbae nodded his head. One of the girls spoke up. “What about us?”

“You guys are still new,” Seungri said. “Focus more on keeping your land and your gang together, and make sure you’re getting more than enough resources. Okay?” They nodded their heads and quickly left the room. Leaving 2ne1 and Big Bang in the room.

“So, how was your first meeting?” Seungri asked. Seunghyun stood up and moved to the corner of the room, his phone pressed to his ear. You let out a small laugh.

“It’s not my thing, but it was so bad.” Chaerin smiles. She gets up from her chair, followed by the rest of the 2ne1.

“We better get going,” she says. She turns towards you and pulls you into a hug. You gladly hug her back, pulling away after a few seconds. “You always have my number if you need to get away from the guys. I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks, Chaerin,” you say smiling. “I’ll text you.”

She sends off one last smile before leaving. Dara hugs you, soon joined by Bom, then Minzy and Chaerin then joins in as well. You laugh in the center of all four girls. You felt oxygen enter your lungs as all four girls let go. You laugh as you wave them goodbye, watching them leave the room.

“Now what?” You say. Daesung lets out a soft chuckle.

“We can take you back to your room,” Seungri said.

“Or, if you want you could help heal some of the injured from tonight,” Daesung added. You looked at Daesung confused until you remember what happened to the previous doctor.

“Sure, I’ll help.” Daesung smiles at you. He stands up from his chair and get’s ready to leave. “Seungri’s coming too.”

“What why?” He asks. You smile at him and gesture to Youngbae.

“I’m pretty sure Youngbae is busy.” You looked over to him, and he confirmed with a nod of his head. “And Seunghyun is talking on the phone. Plus I need extra hands.”

“Isn’t Daesung young enough help?” He whines. You roll your eyes.

“What if something happens to Daesung and it’s just me around a bunch of men with motives that might not be good for me?” You ask. He glares at you, and you pout in return. It takes him a minute, but you know you won as he groans in defeat.

“Fine,” Seungri says, getting up from his seat. “Let’s go to the infirmary.”

Outed by Joe - Jack Maynard

Request: Can you do one where jack and the reader are dating but keeping a secret from the fans but joe accidentally exposed them and then the fans go crazy about it

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: I hope you like it! :)


“I can’t say that…can I?” Joe said, into his phone. He was doing a live stream with Jack, Conor and Oli and the fans were all asking pretty intrusive questions about the boys’ lives.

“Why not? Conor’s at two hundred.” Jack said, jokingly. 

“Mate, not even I would be okay with having a number that high.” Conor replied, laughing.

The boys had agreed to put aside time to do a live stream but these four were the only ones who actually stuck to it. Mikey was off shopping, Caspar was with Maddie and Josh had meetings that were running a little late. You sat on the opposite side of the living room, trying to stay out of view while working on your next video. Sure, everyone knows you’re friends with the boys but the fans have been left out of the loop on your relationship status. You and Jack met while you were collaborating with Josh and ever since then, it had been the Honeymoon Stage for you two. All the fans shipped you guys and would bombard you guys with questions about whether you were dating or not but you really wanted to see how things went before telling anyone. Of course, the boys knew but that was only because Joe had accidentally walked in on the two of you one night. It’s not that you cared that they knew, you just wish they had found out a different way.

“Alright, we’re going to end it here! I hope you all had a good time and we’ll see you next time! Bye!” Joe said into the camera before shutting it off. 

“Thank God,” Jack said, getting up. “I’ve been wanting to do this for hours.” You looked up from your computer and before you could say anything, Jack’s lips were pressed against yours. You smiled into this kiss when you heard the boys pretending to be sick which caused Jack to smile as well and pull away. He laid on top of you and began cuddling you.

“So what are we going to do for dinner?” Oli asked. It had been hours since the live stream and you were now all watching endless episodes of The Only Way Is Essex.

“Let me look some places up.” You said, grabbing your phone but as you did, you were overwhelmed by the amount of notifications you had. Sure, being a Youtuber you usually get a lot but this was more than usual. “Joe!” You yelled, pushing Jack’s legs off you. “You’re an idiot!” 

The boys all turned to you in confusion and watched as you grabbed Joe’s phone. You turned it over and saw the live stream was still going. 

“Oh shit…” Joe said, sitting up properly. “I guess I turned the camera around instead of shutting it off…I do it all the time.” He said, reaching for his phone.

“Yeah and in the process, you just outed me and Jack…”

“There’s no way.” Joe said, confidently but his smile quickly faded when you showed him your phone that had a video of you and Jack kissing on it. “I just outed you and Jack…again.” 

“But people are bloody lovin’ it.” Oli said, scrolling through twitter. “Finally, Jack and (y/n) caved and became an actual thing” He said, reading out comments.

“Here’s a good one; Jack is definitely in love with (y/n), look at the way he smiles into the kiss. Jeeze Jack, you’re so clingy.” Conor said, laughing.

“I can’t help it; she does something to me.” Jack said, kissing your cheek. “I guess they like us.”

“Well I’m glad since I like us.” You said, laughing.

Darkwing Duck is the best comic you aren’t reading

He is the terror that flaps in the night! He is the traffic light that never turns green even though there’s no other cars for miles! He is Darkwing Duck! And he is, apparently, the best licensed comic that is having trouble finding an audience.

In the 1990’s, there was a lot of dreck in cartoons; nostalgia-tinted glasses can make us forget how bad a lot of our precious memories really were. The Disney Afternoon, though, contained the kind of shows that hold up even today. That’s why Disney is looking to mine the period for a modern audience. So far that effort has included a remake of Capcom’s excellent NES Ducktales game, an upcoming collection of six of Capcom’s Disney NES titles, a Ducktales reboot set to launch this year, and a Rescue Rangers movie currently in the works. There have also been comics of many properties, but Darkwing has by far been the standout. Now, I am learning that the series, which started in 2010, went on hiatus, and came back in January of 2016, is endangered. Having just read the collected edition of the first four issues of the returned book, I can safely say this is an injustice the like of which would whip the Duck Knight himself into action.

Simply put, the Boom Studios Darkwing comic, written by Aaron Sparrow with no lack of love for linguistic loquaciousness and illustrated with the boundless energy of the show by James Silvani, is among the best uses of a license ever, not just in comics but in all media. It started seven years ago with Drake Mallard having divested himself of the daring demands of his double life as Darkwing and dissolving the dynamics of the duo between himself and Launchpad, resigning himself to a restless reverie of daily red ink as another corporate drone. Sparrow and Silvani delivered the kind of return fans of most franchises can only dream about. It was funny. It was exciting. It was colorful. Perhaps most surprisingly of all, it gave the show, which was well-known for not having any kind of serious structure, actual continuity while never losing the madcap pace that made it so much fun.

That story was intended as a mini-series, but it spun off into an ongoing one, which saw Darkwing dealing with classic villains and new threats, and in which the stories hung together surprisingly well, considering the cartoon character had about four different origins and constantly contradicted himself. There was even a crossover with Ducktales that…didn’t quite work out, despite their best efforts.

After this inauspicious “end” to the series, Sparrow, Silvani and crew battled hard to save Darkwing, and he eventually landed at Joe Books. When I picked up the first volume, “Orange is the New Purple”, I was worried. I was actually very interested in where the previous series had left things, and I thought for sure that after such a long gap Sparrow would just be made to start over.

Fortunately, I found the new book picks up where the old one left off (which I daren’t spoil), while still being accessible to newcomers. Darkwing and Gosalyn attend the opening of a new Arkham-style prison, and of course things go horribly wrong as some of his old enemies take the place over, lock them both inside and release the inmates. What follows is as funny as it can be without losing the plot, and as serious as it can be without losing the humor. This time around, it is a little harder to swallow the idea that Darkwing is in any real danger, as his “toonish” malleability is in full effect: from cars landing on him to being smushed by giant mallets, nothing sticks. It gives Silvani a chance to go whole hog, though, and his artwork resembles the cartoon even more closely than it did before. It’s also great to see almost all of Darkwing’s wacky Rogues Gallery in one place, including the new baddies introduced in the previous “Election” story. Every one is used creatively as Darkwing and Gosalyn play them off each other to affect their escape, and you can almost see the art moving in full animation in your mind.

Darkwing is, after Ducktales, perhaps the most in-demand show for a reboot from the Disney Afternoon. For now, the comic is as good as we’re getting, and I would argue it is actually a better fit for D.W. With series creator Tad Stones’s approval, Sparrow, Silvani and their team of clearly devoted fans have given us a deeply dedicated distillation of dreamy Darkwing delightfulness. As Liquidator would say, though, if you want to keep the webbed wonder around, act now! This book is a limited time offer!

P.S. I’m adding this a few months later to thank everyone for supporting this book and for using my post to do so. The book is on hiatus again, but from what I can tell the creative team is always fighting for the character.

In hopes I can be forgiven for being a little self-concerned, I’m also adding some links to some of my other columns you all might like. This blog essentially serves as my portfolio for writing work, so any followers, shares, comments or likes are very, very helpful to me. Thanks in advance. Now back to the Duck Knight!

Captain America: White comic review: http://ryanmeft.tumblr.com/post/160374659772/captain-america-white-comic-book-review

Some thoughts on the newly announced Assassin’s Creed: Origins: http://ryanmeft.tumblr.com/post/161731846962/assassins-creed-origins-thoughts-and-stuffs

And my latest positive film review, for Wonder Woman: http://ryanmeft.tumblr.com/post/161360516982/wonder-woman-movie-review

I Won't Hurt (M)

yoongi x f!reader, 8.3k, yoongi has always gotten what he wanted from life, and you’ve always helped him get it
mentions of adultery and death, smut, read if you like mystery/angst

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Let me show you how much I care, please. I’ll do anything. I want you. I want to be out of prison and be with you. Only you.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

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anonymous asked:

Would you write a fic with Bellarke losing their virginity together? Thanks!!!

This was gonna be a ficlet, I swear, and now it’s ~4 hours later and it’s a 4,000+ word E rated one-shot.  Whoops? Anyway, have some gentle first time smut.

Clarke wrinkled her nose at him over her red plastic cup and Bellamy grinned.  “Not a fan, princess?”  He had given her that nickname their first week of school and at the time he’d meant it as an insult, but now— with half the people in their dorm moved out and the rest of them frazzled by finals— it felt different.  He was fond of her, despite their rough start.  And after Miller and Octavia, she was probably his closest friend.

“Yeah, who would have thought four different kinds of alcohol wouldn’t taste good all mixed together,” she said dryly.

“It’s five, actually.  Murphy left behind some Mike’s Hard Lemonade.”

Clarke mimed a gag.  “So that’s what that taste is,” she said, setting her cup down.  “I can’t decide if this is the worst or best idea Jasper’s ever had.”

Across the crowded room the man in question finished slurping down his jungle juice to raucous cheers and Clarke chewed on her lip.  “Everything okay?” Bellamy asked, and if you told him the day he moved in that one day he would ask the girl upstairs with the perfectly-matched dorm set if she was okay and mean it,  he’d have laughed in your face.

But that was before she stumbled on him in a study room having a full on meltdown over his Biology exam.  After all his sneers and sarcastic comments he expected her to laugh in his face, not fork over her flashcards and stay with him until he could recite every single stupid process from memory.  He couldn’t hate her after that, but they weren’t quite friends— not until the day she missed Econ thanks to food poisoning and he had shown up at her door with all the notes. (He could have emailed them to her, but then he wouldn’t have been able to go heat up her ramen in the communal kitchen.)

He already regretted those first few months they spent hissing and snarling at each other and was determined to make up for it however he could.  Clarke shook her head no  at his question but Bellamy knew her well enough by now to know when she was hiding something.  He raised his eyebrows and she glanced around the room before jerking her chin towards the door.  Bellamy drained his cup— it tasted like death, she was right— and set it on the corner of Jasper’s desk.

The hallway was eerily quiet and cool compared to the humid heat and crowd in Jasper and Monty’s room.  “What is it?” he asked.

Clarke furrowed her brow and waved at Roan, who poked his head out of the RA room at the end of the hall.  Technically they were breaking about a dozen rules with this party, but Roan had never really seemed to care so long as they kept it to a dull roar.  Plus he appeared to have a soft spot for Clarke, a fact that rankled Bellamy quite a bit more than he’d like to admit.  Roan waved back and Clarke grabbed Bellamy’s arm, dragging him into the room that used to belong to Sterling and Riley.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she said, perching on the edge of the stripped-bare bed.  “But it’s…kind of weird.”  

“You already know that I had a crush on Artemis when I was seven.  Weird is okay with us.”

“Yeah, but that was cute-weird.”

“She’s the Greek goddess of the hunt, Clarke.  It’s more than a little weird.”

That brought a smile to her face and the tightness in his chest eased.  He hated seeing her anxious.  “Okay, well— promise me that when I say this, if it’s out of line or weirds you out or anything, you’ll just say no and it won’t ruin things.”


“Us.  Our friendship.”

“We’re friends?” he teased.

“That’s generally what I call the person I talk to the most, yes,” she bantered back, but she was looking worried again.

“Clarke, just—”

“I want to have sex,” she blurted out.

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First Impressions (Ignis x Reader)

Thought I should actually post the full story instead of just links ^^ Hope you enjoy my incredibly long and fluffy debut to the fandom XD


Word Count: 4 430

*Spoiler free!*

You had just finished cleaning up the horrid mess left in a booth from the last lot of customers when four more walked through the door. The bell chimed at you, mockingly cheerful as they entered, almost drowned out by their incessant chatter.

You closed your eyes and sighed. You did not need this today.

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Two Can Play || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by bettytail

Request from anon: Can I have a platonic Archie x Reader where the reader is his big sister who’s in college and who lives with their mom so they haven’t seen each other in a long time and the reader wants to get close to Archie again because he’s upset she left him?

A/N: This is kinda short and angsty but I think it’s to the point, which is good! (In my opinion at least.)


Bring, bring! Bring, bring!

Archie sighed as he looked at the incoming Skype call from you. Debating between whether to answer it or just hang up like he did every other time, he finally answered it, and your face popped up on the screen.

“Archie!” you exclaimed excitedly, surprised your brother had picked up the call.

He sighed again, sitting back in his chair.

“Hey, Y/N.” he said dully.

If you noticed his tone, you didn’t say anything.

“Wow, how long has it been?” you chirped. “Four months?”

“Six, actually,” Archie corrected. “But hey, what’s the difference?”

You sighed, your upbeat demeanor leaving you.

“Okay. I know you’re mad.” you said quietly.

Archie scoffed.

“You think?” he asked. “Y/N, you just left! You didn’t even tell me!”

“I tried!” you defended. “It wasn’t my fault Mom told me that if I wanted to go with her, I had to pack my stuff right then and there! I didn’t have time to text or call!”

Archie let out a sigh of disbelief and you took a deep breath.

“We’re getting off topic. Look…” you began. “I want us to be the way we were, Arch. But evidently that can’t happen unless you forgive me.”

Archie shook his head.

“How? You left me,” he accused. “You left me all alone here. How can I forgive you when you just abandoned me?”

You scoffed.

Two minutes into a video call and you were already done with your little brother’s overdramatic attitude. If this was the game he wanted to play then so be it.

“You know what?” you began.

Your younger brother looked up at you.

“I give up. I tried, okay? I tried to call you as soon as I landed. Text you. Email you. I left you voicemails trying to explain why I left. There’s only so much I can do. Yeah, I admit I had some faults in leaving. Not attempting to tell you before I flew to Chicago is one. But Arch, you’ve had your faults too. You never even allowed me to explain. You treat me like I’m not your sister anymore. You keep talking about how I left you, well, grow up,” you snapped.

Archie’s eyes widened.

“You’re not a kid anymore. “You left me.”” you mimicked. “Please. I didn’t leave you. I left Riverdale. I left that crappy small town for a better life. For Chicago, for the city! For college! I’m not gonna be like Dad who’s just stuck in that place. Mom got out. So did I. So unless you start to see that and start treating me like your sister again and stop acting like a little brat, there’s no reason for us to talk anymore.”

It pained you to talk like that to your brother but you knew it was for the best. He was being utterly ridiculous and he had to see the error in his ways.

“Y/N, I…” Archie trailed off.

You sighed.

“That’s what I thought,” you said. “Call me when you grow up, Archie. Goodnight.”

With that you ended the video call, closing your laptop with a shaky sigh. If this was what your brother wanted, you weren’t going to protest. Two could play at this game.


A/N: Roasting Archie Andrews is my aesthetic sorry not sorry. Hope you enjoyed! Please send feedback!


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Childhood Friends / 4875 words

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September 2017

Part One

“I’m so excited to meet him, I can’t even tell ya!” Ella giggled, helping me to set up my tiny flat for the evening.

I couldn’t help but feel like I’d invited round one too many people. There was barely enough room for me to manoeuvre around my flat, never mind anyone else. I’d budged every single item in my room so they were pressed against the walls, but it genuinely hadn’t made much difference. People were bound to be tripping over one another all evening.

“He’s excited to meet you too!” I cooed. “He’s a bit desperate for you all to like him.”

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Kevin Keller and Jason’s Murder

We need to talk about how much Kevin knows. Because I think he knows more than he’s letting on. I love him and I don’t think he’s the killer, but we have to be realistic here.

- His dad is the Sheriff. No, this doesn’t automatically mean that he knows more than the others, but this means that he has the capacity and the potential to know more. In addition, the Core Four has been finding things out left and right. They’re probably telling Kevin all of this.

- Kevin’s sharp as fuck. Seriously, I know that maybe he hasn’t figured out what Joaquin really wants and he didn’t realize Joaquin was a Serpent, but he was able to recreate his dad’s murder board from memory. We don’t know how many times he’d seen it. For all we know, that was actually the first time he’d ever laid eyes on it. Chances are, he HAD seen it before, but he tells Sheriff Keller, “Nice murder board, Dad.” If Kevin’s seen it already, then the Sheriff doesn’t know that. Which brings me to my next point….

- Why didn’t the Sheriff comment on the fact that Kevin had recreated his murder board? Yes, we are missing a lot of scenes for Kevin, so his dad may have sat him down that night and talked to him about it, but his dad doesn’t even seem that shocked at the murder board. He doesn’t ask if Jughead was the one to steal the evidence, he’s there for Jason’s murder. Why doesn’t he ask why his murder board was perfectly recreated?

- The camera does tend to show closeups of Kevin when he’s in the room and valuable information is dropped. This could be a hint that he knows more than he’s letting on.

- But my main theory in that line is that Kevin knows about Dark!Betty. When she was going off on Chuck in the cafeteria, the camera focused on Kevin. He didn’t really look shocked, just uncomfortable and maybe a little guilty. We know Kevin and Betty are close- maybe he’s seen Dark!Betty before.

Again, I don’t think Kevin’s the actual killer, but I think Kevin knows a lot more than he says. 

If anyone else wants to comment on this, please feel free to reblog this post and add your opinions, or even drop a message in my ask box.

Jack of Hearts (Chapter 1)

Fandom: Now You See Me

Imagine/Prompt/Chapter: Imagine meeting the Horsemen and liking Jack.

Warning: None

Word Count: 1670

(This is pretty lame, but I just had to get something out as chapter one. I have more ideas based off of this, so stay tuned! Its only chapter one!)

Ever since Jack Wilder faked his death and the other three Horsemen vanished into thin air, the four had laid low. Henely actually left the group, saying that she was going stir crazy living in hiding like they were. So, she moved to some remote country and restarted her life. After that, Dylan wanted to search for someone to replace her. Daniel insisted that they didn’t need anyone, that the group was fine how it was, but Dylan fought back and said that the group had to be complete.  And the only way to do that was to find a fourth Horseman.

The faux FBI agent, Dan, and Merritt spread out across the country in search of their next big thing. Merritt found you at a show in New York City. You had taken one of the stages with a death defying escape act that left even him impressed. He found you backstage and asked if you wanted to join a magician group called The Horsemen. You had given him a confused look and said you had no idea who the Horsemen were. This kind of ticked Merritt off, so he put you to sleep and took you off to the apartment.

“Merritt, what were you thinking?!” Dylan angrily snapped when Merritt got back to the apartment and Skyped the other two. “You kidnapped an escape artist! You’re an idiot! If she finds out about Jack, she could get out and expose us!”

“I know that you’re worried about that, but once she knows who we are, I’m sure that she will stick around. And I know your underlying problem with this. She’s an escape artist and your dad couldn’t escape his last trick. It hits a bad nerve in you. But dude, that was years ago. Let loose. We’ll be here once you’re home.” Merritt clicked the call closed and woke you up from your deep sleep on the couch. “Alright. How do you not know us kid? Everyone knows us.”

“The Horsemen?” You asked with a small chuckle. “I know all about you guys. I’ve studied your tricks. I just wanted to see what you would do if I said I didn’t. Looks like I got a free ride and an invite into the group.” You flashed him a bright smile and stood up to stretch.

“Hey hey hey, there is no official invitation until everyone else is here. Dylan is the leader of us all, Dan Atlas is after that. And neither of them are here. So just slow yourself down Fancy Pants.”

“Hey Merritt, when are-” You turned around, and there stood Jack Wilder. Oh wow….. He was even hotter in person.“Who’s this?”

“Y/N. Soon to be fourth Horseman.” You smiled and shook his hand. He smiled and shook your hand. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been wanting to meet you since the accident.”

“Wait, how did you know I made it out of the accident?” Jack asked, giving Merritt a ‘what the crap dude who is this?’ look. “I mean, before just now obviously.”

“I’m an escape artist. It wasn’t hard to figure out that you didn’t die.”

“Escape artist? I wouldn’t mind testing those skills.”

“Calm yourself down Jack of Hearts. I just got here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get a good look around this place.” You flounced off, leaving both the boys just standing there and watching you move about the apartment. It was nice. Two bedrooms, bath and a half, living room, nice kitchen. Hmmmm…. Staying with them might get interesting, but you could make it work. If nothing else, the couch was pretty comfortable. You could handle that. And, not to stereotype the guys, but you doubted their cooking abilities. You could make your way around the kitchen pretty well. You’d all eat well with you around. It was a cozy place. Definitely somewhere you could get used to living. It could be a lot of fun.

You wandered back into the living room where the two guys still were. Merritt was leaning against the back of the couch while Jack was screwing with a deck of cards in one of the armchairs. He riffled through the cards, then one send one up in the air, only to catch it and stick it back in. Merritt was on the phone with someone. His conversation was hushed with whoever was on the other end. Probably Dylan. Or Atlas. The time read 5:17. Food. Food was a good idea.

“Anyone want to eat?” You asked, your words more directed at the master of cards than the hypnotist. He was still preoccupied by the phone call.

“Yeah actually. Take out Chinese sounds awesome right now.” Jack smiled. “Kung pao chicken and white rice.”

“Um, you’ve got this all wrong. You’re ordering. I’ll go pick up. You can’t be seen in public and I’m not going to do everything around here. Boneless spare ribs and fried rice.” You winked at him and went to investigate the drink situation in the kitchen. What you didn’t see behind you was the interaction behind you. Merritt looked over at Jack, and a wild smile turning up the card slinger’s lips. He pulled his phone out from his pocket and dialed take out by memory.

“Dyl and Atlas be home in time to eat?” Merritt nodded. Jack put the phone to his ear and placed their typical order, but with your order added this time.

You went out the door once he hung up and ventured down the streets to collect dinner. New York was a beautiful city. Why in the world famous magicians trying to lay low lived in one of the nation’s biggest cities, you had no idea. But it worked, so you weren’t going to question it. You had only made one wrong turn on the way to the right Chinese restaurant, which was quite an accomplishment. The order was ready when you got there, being handed off to you when you handed that college aged boy behind the counter the money. It took you a shorter time to get to the apartment this time. No turns were missed so it was easy.

The living room was fuller when you walked in. A lanky, long haired man was sprawled across the couch and a man with curly hair and a very obvious pacing problem occupied the room. J. Daniel Atlas and Dylan Rhodes. Daniel was spinning coins in his fingers when you walked in.

“New girl went out and got dinner? I like her already.” You set the bag down on the coffee table and watched as they all dug through like they hadn’t eaten in days. Ugh, men. You rolled your eyes, sat on the couch beside Jack, and just waited for them all to finish. But, Jack took you container out and handed it over to you. You smiled and thanked him, then grabbed a fork and dug in. Oh man……. It was the best Chinese take out you had ever had. Sooooooo good…..

“Merritt says you’re an escape artist.” Dylan said, leaning against the arm of the couch. Would you mind getting in a straight jacket? After you eat of course.”

“I don’t mind at all. But yes, food first.”

You and the other Horsemen chatted like normal people, about normal things. The guys got to know you, and you got to know them. Favorite things, like movies, books, foods, and music. At some point, Jack scooted closer to you so Dylan could sit. Was it necessary for their legs to be touching? No. But, was it still nice? Oh yeah. A noodle ended up being thrown at Daniel, who in turn pelted Merritt in the face with a (sauceless) piece of sweet and sour chicken. Things escalated from there. Everyone was covered in various Chinese take out foods in a matter of no time. Nothing like professional magicians and an FBI agent pelting food at one another.

By the end of it, you had rice sticking in your hair and splotches of beef and broccoli sauce all over your shirt. It had been fun though. Merritt and Atlas started cleaning things up while you and Jack threw away empty containers. Dylan disappeared off to who knows- oh there he is! With something white in his hands…. He holds it out to you and you realize what it is. A straight jacket.

“Do you really just keep these hanging up on coat racks?” You teased just a little, but stood up and slid your arms in. “Jack? Want to give me a hand.’

“Uh, yeah sure.” He agreed with a smile. The straps were all fastened tightly, leaving you standing there basically hugging yourself.

“You have two minutes. Starting….. now.” Dylan hit the 'start’ button on his timer on his phone and watched you struggle to get out. Straight jackets were nothing. Honestly, it felt more like an insult to your abilities than anything. You were capable of a lot more. But, it was understandable that there was only so much you could do in this little apartment. The jacket was off in 1 minute and 17 seconds. Plenty of time to spare.

“Now, since I’ve proved that a few straps can’t hold me back, do yourself a favor and look up my real stuff on YouTube. I’ll be in the shower.” Not giving him a chance to argue, you turned on your heels and went to the bathroom to shower off. Dylan did just that while you showered, watching videos while Jack helped the other two clean up. He kept sneaking glances to the bathroom door, his mind not leaving you. There was a certain kind of spunk you had that he really liked. The others noticed, but didn’t say anything. And they wouldn’t until they were sure that you both had feelings for each other.

A Bad Day | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Ficlet

request from impossiblekimpossible:

“Can you do a Jungkook react to when ur having a bad day? Thank you!!”

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre: Fluff

wordcount: 4489

synopsis: It has been an absolutely shit day for you. When you return home from work, you and Jungkook start your encounter on the wrong foot, souring your day even further - however, he quickly remedies the tension between both of you through nostalgic means.

author’s note: I hope you don’t mind, I took it upon myself to create a ficlet instead of a react, since you requested for only one member! And I hope you don’t mind the career I’d assumed for the reader. Please enjoy! :)

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genre: fluff

summary: hyunggu is your new neighbor

a/n: for my girl @pentagon-fics | I actually read through this before posting so there shouldn’t be like spelling or grammar issues, but if so, I suck sorry

Originally posted by bbykino

“Ugh, finally.”

You groaned as you set down the heavy box that you’d packed to the brim. Why you insisted on having so many shoes you’ll never understand. And why your new apartment’s elevator decided not to work the day you moved in, you’ll also never understand.

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The Fire In Their Veins

Day 3, “fire” - enjoy!

Warning: A bit of swearing and smut. Pairing: Unidentified Flying Ship (Danny Fenton/Wes Weston)

He felt fire in his veins.
It was even worse than that one time when he was trapped inside a circle made of Blood Blossoms. Only this time, he wasn’t inside the poison, the poison was inside him.
During their battle Skulker shoot him with some sort of dart. He didn’t notice it soon enough, but fortunately for him the effects kicked in only when he already defeated the hunter, but he didn’t manage to get home.
He was writhing on the ground in some alley with a suspicion Vlad was the one behind that. He usually was the creator of the most lethal weapons.
It hurt. He barely could think about anything. It hurt, and he had no way of informing anyone. Skulker oh-so-conveniently destroyed his phone during the battle.
The only hope was that no one would attack him, he was practically defenseless, the most vulnerable he was in years.
He managed to hide under some cartoons, but he couldn’t use any of his powers, and it really sucked.  
Footsteps. He heard footsteps over the blood pulsing in his ears, and he prayed to any deity existing that it would be Sam or Tucker, or even Jazz. Anything’s better than his parents or another ghost or-
“Fenton. You do realize there is like a bazillion of GiW out there?”
-or worst case scenario. Only he wasn’t sure anymore if he meant Guys in White or Wes Weston.
“Gggryhuhfg” he so eloquently managed to spill.
“Huh.” The read head huffed and bend down. “I don’t suppose you’re in the position to care right now.”

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anonymous asked:

I wish you would write a fic involving the batfam going over what they spent their money on in the past month and judging each other over what they've purchased

~Wish granted! It’s not a full fic, but I hope you enjoy it a little at least!~

    “Wait…are these numbers right? Did you really spend that much at Chipotle last month? Do I need to be concerned?”

    Tim looked up from his tablet, light from the screen reflecting on his features and wide blue eyes. He stared at Jason for a long moment, blinking, while his brain shifted gears from reviewing financial records to speaking with another human.

    “We’re going through Bruce’s finances, Jay, not mine. Stay on track.”

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anonymous asked:

i just started following your account & i like it a lot, everything is just amazing ! im new to tumblr & fan accounts so i dont know how they work and stuff but if you do writing prompts can you do one with betty being new in town & meets the gang at pops. like they see her by herself & then like have bughead in there too.. but if you dont its ok, please never stop posting though ❤

Hey! Thank you so much, that’s so sweet. Here it is, I hope it’s okay! It’s long lol.

New To Town

Alice placed the last box of kitchen utensils on the counter. “Done, finally.” She huffed.

“I’m going to unpack my room,” Polly said as she checked her phone - again - for messages from her friends in their old town.

“Elizabeth, make yourself useful and walk over to Pop’s, would you? Grab us all dinner? I’m too tired to cook.”

Betty nodded, knowing better than to protest.

Alice gave Betty quick instructions on how to get to Pop’s. She accepted the money her mom handed her.

Betty found some earbuds in her backpack and plugged them into her phone, slipped on her shoes, and walked out the door.

Betty admired the streets of her new town, walking quickly to her destination.

She spotted Pop’s and headed inside, the doors chiming above her.

“Hi, we called in an order for Cooper? Four burgers and two large fries.” Betty said to the man behind the counter, popping out an earbud.

Pop nodded his head. “Still on the grill. It’ll be a couple minutes. Have a seat and I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He waved a hand toward the booths on his left, across from four teenagers, laughing loudly.

Betty sighed and looked at her phone, then strolled over to the empty booth.

“Did I hear you say Cooper? As in Elizabeth?” A pretty brunette called to her before Betty had the chance to sit down.

Betty nodded slowly. “Betty, actually, but yeah. That’s me.”

“I’m Veronica.” She extended a hand towards Betty.  "Veronica Lodge.“ She pointed  to the boy sitting next to her. “This is Kevin, he’s fabulous. And this is -”

“Archie Andrews,” The redheaded boy across from Veronica said smiling. “And this is Jughead Jones.”

“Jughead?” Betty smiled,furrowing her brows.

“It’s a family name.” Jughead laughed. “And actually, it’s Jughead Jones the third.”

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Medbay Dominos

Happy Everyone Lives After Rishi, and Rex Adopts All of Domino Squad au. lol. Just a little something I had to write thanks to one of Hevy’s recent adventures. Also influenced by @wolveria‘s post about Echo being a trouble maker. Killer belongs to @thebisexualmandalorian <3 also on ao3.

Kix was finally taking a break to get some food. He was starving, and Jesse finally convinced him to leave everything to Killer for a little while.

He was just about to take his first bite when he heard Stick say to Poke, “Glad we’re not on duty, Domino Squad is back in the medbay for checkups. Had to deal with them last time. They are worse than herding stray ARCs.”

Kix dropped his fork and stormed back to the medbay. Jesse sighed, and followed after his husband. This was not going to be pleasant.


It was mostly quiet in the medbay on the Resolute. Killer had just left to go to the intensive care unit where a vod needed some assistance.

Unfortunately, that meant he had to leave Domino Squad unsupervised. In the medbay.

Stay. Someone will be back shortly to do your checkups.” Killer said before trotting off to where he was needed.

Echo got up from where he was sitting to start messing with some equipment on the wall. Fives asked, “Didn’t Killer tell us to stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere Fiv’ika. Besides, he didn’t say not to touch anything.” Echo replied, watching the slow smile form over Fives’ face.

“That is true. Excellent point.” Fives slid over next to Echo tossed an interesting piece of equipment to Cutup, who was still sitting on the bed next to a napping Droidbait. Hevy tapped him on the shoulder, but Droidbait just groaned and pulled the blanket over his head. Hevy shrugged and went to poke at something attached to the wall.


Kix stomped into the medbay, pointed at all of Domino Squad and yelled, “You!.”

Cutup jumped so bad, he threw whatever he was holding into the air, which smacked Fives in the head, causing him to swear profusely. The smallest snap could be heard, preceded by Hevy swearing softly, attempting to fix whatever he just broke. Echo turned to face Kix with the most unrepentant smile.

“What do you think you’re doing to my medbay?!” Kix growled out.

“Us?” Echo asked innocently, placing a hand on his chest. “We would never do anything to harm your medbay.”

“Bullshit, and you know it.” Kix barked, emphasizing with his pointed finger. “Last time you were left in here alone, you blew out half of my lights, and we had to call that ARC engineer from 212th when even General Skywalker couldn’t even figure out what you did.”

Echo attempted to explain “Honestly th-”

“-No. Don’t.” Kix held up his hand to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. All of you are banned from being in the medbay unless supervised, or unconscious.” Cutup reached a hand to Droidbait’s shoulder. “Except Droidbait, who is an actual angel and has done nothing wrong. He can pick a sweet from Poke’s stash after he gets back.” The other four all made various levels of bummed noises, and pouty faces.

Which is exactly when Jesse walked in. He stopped just behind Kix, and crossed his arms. “Everything okay in here?”

Hevy finally turned around, casually placing the broken off piece on the table. “Yep. All good in here. Fine, really.”

A sly smiled formed on Kix’s face. “Well then, if everything is ‘all good’ in here. I’m just going to leave Jesse here with you, while I finally get something to eat.” He looked over his shoulder, “That okay with you, ruus’ner.”

“Of course, Kixystix.” Jesse gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. “Go get some food.” He looked up at Domino Squad, and lowered his voice “I’ll keep a good eye on them ‘til you get back.”

Fives swallowed audibly as the four not napping members of Domino Squad huddled just a little closer together. If they listened hard enough, they could have heard Kix’s laughter all the way to the mess hall.