i cried laughing the whole time

I just watched the newest Jacksepticeye video.

Throughout the video Schneeplestein tries to save Jack, starting confident but getting more and more scared and desperate as the video goes on. The glitching gets worse and worse, his voice cracks as he yells at Jack to hang in there, and at one point he even breaks out in the crazy laughter we associate with Anti.

As his patient dies Scheenplestein looks to the camera and yells to the viewer, to the audience, “I need your help! Save him, save Jacksepticeye!”

Furthermore, when he prescribes antidepressants he rants about how we need to “depress Anti” and “get him out”.

Until finally Jack dies and Schneeplestein cries out. The screen glitches and then, Anti takes over.

And the very first thing he says, establishes, is that “I am in control.”

He goes on to talk about how we all thought we had saved Jack, yet there’s a huge difference in how he presents it then all his other appearances.

I’ll direct you to his last video, the PAX appearance.

In this video, the very first thing he does is laugh. And throughout the video, he mocks the audience, revels in the fact that we thought Jack was ok, yet he was in control the whole time. He is confident and enjoying putting on a show.

He does so in the Say Goodbye video as well, along with many of his other appearances. And that is the difference.

In this video Anti is serious. Angry. Yelling in a fury that nothing gets rid of him, that he is eternal, always there. And for the first time, he curses, yelling that we are going in “fucking circles”, for the first time feeling the need to use such an expletive to portray his anger when in the past he was confident enough that he didn’t feel the need to use such accentuation.

He once again yells about how Schneeple was weak, just like the rest of them, immediately followed by once again saying he is in control. He even hits his chest in his absolute fury, waving the knife around as he yells about him being in control.

Which all leads me to believe Anti is scared.

I believe this is an act of “offense is the best defense.” A defensive front of anger that he’s never portrayed before. He yells multiple times about being in control, more times than really necessary. He does not laugh or smile and instead is furious and serious. He portrays confidence in the form of anger, when really, we know anger does not equal confidence.

This is the behavior of someone who knows they are slipping and can feel themselves losing influence, lashing out violently in what is almost a desperate attempt to scare the viewed aggressor.

He’s seen the septicsave tag, seen fans beginning to raise up and save Jack and the other egos. Before this moment the fans have only watched and done nothing and he has sat back while leaving hints that send us all into a frenzy.

People are starting to retaliate and Anti is scared.

To this, I say; support the septicsave tag. Continue to retaliate. Anti was created in the first place by us and is sustained by our ever growing excitement and attention. He is not, as he claims, all powerful, and he knows this. I remind you that while he says he is in control - he depends on us and our attention.

@therealjacksepticeye

(That being said, fantastic job on the video! I am  S H O O K  man! Congratulations to Robin and Jack for once again throwing the fandom into awesome turmoil! )

edit: you know if you’re gonna share this at least tag it septicsave please

final performance of great comet: the magical highlights

1. when Dave came out as Pierre, there was just STRAIGHT UP a minute of uninterrupted applause.
2. There was insane applause during Prologue during each character introduction, so RIP first timers
3. fucking grace “the almighty” mclean went all out for every single number she was in, throat be damned
4. also marya picked on sonya extra, just for that last hurrah
5. denee was teary all through “no one else”, cried at blackout, and was sniffling and wiping her eyes during the opera 😢
6. Dave, physically, just EXUDES Pierre. Geeky bumbling boy. also, his dust and ashes? 👌🏻👏🏻
7. During Balaga, Marya and Helene had an exceptionally steamy make-out. Like, lipstick became foundation in that moment.
8. LUCAS MILKED HIS “WOOOAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOH” FOREVER LIKE IT WAS NOTHING(and was just extra cheesy the whole show)
9. Dave missed the little “That’s the way” bell and the entire audience and cast laughed their asses off. Like, he hit it the second time but it was hilarious.
10. Dave also cried during his “if i were not myself” line, and Denee was really teary too– it was a really touching moment between the two of them.
11. Amber and Grace cried for real in the background, especially Amber.
12. “the great comet of 1812” was a tear fest. Dave was crying, the cast was crying, the audience was crying. Sniffles were audible the entire time. Afterwards I made eye contact with Pearl, and we acknowledged each other’s running makeup. Amazing.
13. THE BOWS DESTROYED ME IM SO PROUD OF THEM. And Rachel Chavkin gave a speech at the end, in tears, which was really incredible to hear

anyway I’m so lucky I got to see all this in the flesh. I love comet, and I can’t wait to see where the cast goes from here

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oh, i want you to love me now [x]

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

Keep reading

I’ve been re-listening to TAZ from the beginning, and it really is striking how much of a tonal shift the end of Petals to the Metal is. That really is where everything started to change, and the show took on a gravity and a level of emotional engagement that I don’t think anyone (including Travis, Justin, and Clint) really expected, or even knew they were capable of.

I will never forget the first time I heard that episode. I had just left work and was stuck in terrible traffic in the middle of a searingly hot Tennessee summer, so I put on the episode, excited to see how the boys would save the day this time. And over the course of the next twenty minutes or so, I felt my whole body begin to tense and my focus narrow.

When I heard Hurley’s soft, laughing, “You’re in trouble,” my chest started to feel tight. And then as Griffin started to describe the tree, and I heard Discovery and Recovery for the first time, I just broke. Right there, in the middle of standstill traffic, tears started rolling down my face. It hit me like a truck. I just cried and cried for a solid five minutes.

This show has come to embody this incredible and at times delicate tension between absurdity and depth, and I think that part of the reason it has come to mean so much to me and so many other people is that it started out as, well, a game. As pure play, just for the fun of it. And the first two goof-filled arcs gave the boys time to build the most silly and unique characters they could. I don’t think this show would have had the same weight if they had started out with the goal of making a Serious Podcast. But over the months, they became invested, and we got invested along with them. It just sort of happened. And then Griffin took that and turned it into something kind of amazing.

I’m just kind of rambling at this point, but this show means a lot to me, and listening to it over again, I appreciate more and more that the McElroys have cared enough to help this show evolve into something beautiful and hilarious and more dear to me than I ever could have anticipated when I heard that first episode.

BTS reaction to you getting into bed with them

*you’re only friends

Jimin: your action provokes an instant giggling fit that only stops when you get even closer to him…and then he gets a kiss on the nose and there’s a giggle fit again night full of awkwardly timed giggles overall

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Namjoon:  says teasingly ‘’So, how should I interpret this?’’, laughs it of as a joke, lets the silence last for 10 seconds, ‘’Seriously…do you expect me to lay here awake the whole night thinking how I should interpERT THIS?!’’

Originally posted by bangthebae

Jin: gets embarassed, tries to say something cool and funny like, ‘’I’ve been expecting you.’’, makes you unable to fall asleep for the next hour by windshield-laughing at his own joke

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Taehyung: excitedly runs off to get the laptop to show you ‘’funny dog compilation’’ he found, cries to Jimin the next day for ruining the moment it dawned on him sometime during lunch the next day

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Hobi: crushes you with a hug to hide the fact that he’s blushing, and is like, ‘’I know you’re tired so sleep now. I’m sleepy too.’’, doesn’t close his eyes the next 4 hours

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi: ‘’So you’re just going to lay here? No…secret intentions? I mean, I’m not saying you should have time…I’m saying, you know…I wouldn’t have anything against…’’

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

Jungkook: stares at the ceiling the whole night, fall of the bed every time you move an inch in your sleep, makes the whole show next morning with the all eye-rubbings, strechings and ‘’i slept the moment i touched the pillow’’s

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek

You Are The Light of My Life

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thanks for requesting, nonnie<3 xx

Prompt: “If requests are open, do ya think you could write a Raph x chubby reader? Like she’s real insecure but he really loves her the way she is. Like because he’s so solid but she’s so soft. And he gets to protect her. She’s like the calm to his storm. And stuff. If you could that’d be awesome! Thanks!”

Word count: 744

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3


You met the turtles when you were walking home late. Work had you wrapped around their little finger, but the money was good, and the people weren’t too bad either. Your day was good, until some asshole stole your purse and tried to run off. Long story short, Raphael, you’re knight in shining armor so to speak, handled the situation very well. By very well, I mean he beat the living shit out of the guy and told him to get a job.


 5 months later, you were dating the giant, green God, and things were great. He was quite the charmer, and made you feel so special.

You’d visit the lair almost everyday, and everyday Raph would make it his goal to make you happy and proud of yourself. Today, it would be a little more difficult for him.

There were these boys in your class, who take pleasure out of making you feel shit about yourself, and somehow they got word that you had a boyfriend. They used this against you. Telling you all these things about how he must be as worthless as you, and when you tried they laughed in your face and said worse.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he dumped your fat ass soon!”

“He’s probably dating you for a bet!”

“Who would ever love you?”

They sneered and laughed and got your whole class involved.

And for the first time in months, you cried in front of them. They really got a kick out of that, and when you ran out of the class, it was the cherry on top.


 When you got to the lair, Raphael was already in a bad mood, and had dragged you to his bedroom. He closed the door behind you and placed you on to the bed. Then he crawled up next to you and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your stomach as he breathed in your scent. He loved your body. He could bury himself in you and never let go if he wanted to.

 And that’s what made you start crying. And not quiet sniffles. No, you started bawling. Raph picked his head up, looking at you with pure concern written all over his face.

“Baby girl? What’s wrong?” He sat up straight, holding your arms and pulling you into his chest. “Why ya crying, baby?” That only made you start blubbering even more, and it took quite a while to calm you down. Not that Raphael was bothered. If you were sad, he was going to find out why, and do something to solve it.

When he finally found out about why you were so upset, he was enraged. How dare they say those things to you? What gave them the right? By the time you had finished telling him everything, he was already pacing around the room, hitting things off the walls.

“Raph, please calm down.” you whispered, going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek against his back. “I’m sorry if-”

“[Y/N]. Shut up.” He turned around and sat you down on his bed, sitting in front of you. “Yer beautiful. I love ya. If I ever see or meet those bastards, ya better believe I’m going to beat the living shit out of them, regardless of the time of day. Ya don’t deserve to feel like this. Ya the best person I’ve ever met, and I ain’t bullshitting ya. Ya deserve the world, and I’m sorry I can’t give ya that, but I’m happy with ya, [Y/N]. I don’t know- I don’t know how I’d live without ya. Yer the- the light of my life, ya know?” He paused and stared at her. “Do not think of yerself as anything less, because yer the reason I haven’t given up. I need ya to be strong fer me. I need ya to see me as the reason yer not giving up.”


anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the paladins reactions when their S/o gets hit with some kind of magic and they suddenly become 6?

this is long but you guys deserve it because I’ve been very inactive and busy, but I actually really liked writing this so thank you for the request!!

[Shiro:]
•ok so it was basically a surprise attack???
•like you all landed on a new planet (Osnora) to go speak with civilians and ask if the Galra had arrived
•the species that resided there were known as Zoagantu! a strangely tall species with large glowing eyes. Which, predominantly, look human like. The only skin color that was strange was the dark blue of the leader.
•and you, Shiro and Hunk were to check out the North part of the village
•you all scared the absolute crap out of their leader, Mayama
•who was some abnormally tall man who in fear, landed to his knees and slammed his hands into the ground, blue wispy magic exploded into a huge wave and just crashed into all of you
•turns out, the leader wasn’t even scared at all. apparently a long time ago his village was given a fortune, that if a visitor were hit with magic, they’d turn into a child, thus being the rightful ruler of that village in the future
•the man stood, pumped his fists and cheered
•shiro “UHM???? NO ? NOT GOOD?”
•you stared at your hands in literal disgust because,,,why?
•you all went back to the castle, along with the leader who spoke with Allura and Coran while staring you down from afar, “wth”
•you were literally grumpy the entire time, but you kind of liked the affection you were getting
•even keith audibly ‘aw’d at you
•GIGGLING from both you and Shiro
•Shiro literally had you on a leash because despite having the same brain/thoughts, you had the equivalent impulse control as a 6 year old
•the leader eventually explained that it should wear off soon, and also, the only way you could’ve turned into a child is if you were of the Zoagantu descent. (Oooo)
•you weren’t fully though, only half, but Humans have more Dominant genes than those on Osnora
•you literally only ate goo the whole time and Hunk hand fed you, you even had to shout at him that you were 6, not 2
•Lance “I MADE CLOTHES”
•"is this why you said that dumb thread the needle joke" “pidge, shhhhshshh”
•eventually you turned back and about a week later, shiro left that Garrison phone of pidges on the table and you looked at it
•the photos man,,,,the ffffffphotos
•fun fact: he was barely around you when you had become 6,, because every time he saw you it made him think about having a kid with you some day and he’ll get blushy and nervous
•you eventually bring it up, like ‘hey why were you ignoring me at the time’ and he blurts it out
•you cry tears of joy tho

[Lance:]
•you and Lance were inside of a Galra Ship
•he went ahead to see if the area was clear
•someone, unknown, had grabbed you by the back of the neck and you knocked out immediately
•he came back and there you were
•a ffffujckn 6 year old child
•he had to wrap you up in the fabric of your suit (similar to alluras)
•he ran back straight away, shouting at them that something happened but not really saying what it was
•every body was panicking
•allura “Keith, go wait at the entrance and back then up just incase”
•gets down there and wow, lance, holding a CHILD in his arms
•keith just ??????????? hahuh?
•turns out it would take a really long time
•but you still needed to do missions, you NEEDED to or you’d throw tantrums
•you got to climb through small spaces to get info or let the team in a locked room
•you did so once, didn’t realize a soldier was there
•the last thing they saw? You in the form of 6 year old child scream before you knocked them out
•Lance would literally come in right after and treat you like you were his child, like omg r u alright?
•pidge would high5 you just saying….
•eventually they landed on a planet filled with people who actually KNOW altean magic
•while allura is admiring one when fixing you, you eventually turn back to your normal age…..eventually…in time
•everyday you aged a year, so you had to wait awhile until you were back to normal and let’s just say it was basically like Coran going back in time in age
•Lance was so glad to have you back but would force you to take pictures every day until you were back to normal
•every other day since you grew, they’d have to get new clothing.
•you and lance would go to a space mall or two and get clothing
•you actually skipped getting clothes half the time and would go do some dumb things, arcades, Space Comics

[Hunk:]
•Allura decided it would be a good idea to test something out of hers
•did not explain what it did, as it was a surprise
•you volunteered to help as well, knowing very well that it would be used on you
•it was actually supposed to make you younger
•coran shut the lights, and everyone stood still
•a big FLASH of pink light came up, and it showed Allura pointing a cube toward you
•Hunk GASPED and yelled like literally wth just happened
•lights, camera, toddler
•there you were, little tiny you just chilling on the floor
•you weren’t necessarily six years old, although the haircut you had and the outfit you were was one you wore at the age of 6
•you were only 3
•you had on blue overalls, and a yellow+white striped shirt under it
•Shiro started crying
•Hunk ran to you and picked you up and was honestly speechless
•asked Allura if they could keep you like that for a while, but sadly it could only be 2 hours
•within the two hours everyone was playing with you
•you liked Keith way more than anyone else and
hunk was so upset I’m chrhdnn
•by the time you were changed back (it’s automatic), Lance had found a way to print the photos they took of you. Hunk and Allura were making clothes, Keith had you on his shoulders, Pidge was inventing toys for you. Coran was making “#1 Uncle” coffee mugs
•Shiro was just beyond happy
•Lance still put up the photos, Coran still gave you the mugs, Pidge saved the toys for another day
•Keith almost died, was not expecting you to turn back and his knees gave out and yeah
•Shiro actually lol’d
•Hunk and Allura groaned and threw everything, all that hard work, what were they even thinking
•he was glad to have you back tho and hugged you, asked why you liked Keith better and you giggled
•he eventually asked Lance if he had any copies of those photos, took them as his own and hid them in his pockets

[Keith:]
•basically Keith has no impulse control whatsoever
•kinda dumb, but he ran into an army, scoped out the area and such, and saw Haggar who ALSO saw him, and immediately said no.
•didn’t realize Haggar was trying to hit him when he was running out but you did
•you basically get smacked all the way into Keith, who immediately grabs you and drags you away and to safety
•you don’t turn right away, but you fall into a 2 day coma
•the night before you woke up, Keith had gone to check on you (twas late) and basically fainted because
•"uh? why is there a child"
•at first he wasn’t really sure what was going on so he slowly went closer and realized, based off old photos he saw in your house once, that this was you
•immediately ran off and got allura + coran
•Keith, Pidge, and Coran would stay inside until you awoke while the other searched far and wide for anything to cure you
•when you woke up you fell right onto Pidge who SCREAMED and almost threw you
•you screamed as well, and Keith “Motherly Instincts” Kogane, picked you up and held you on his hip the whole time until the others came back
•eventually they explained that they’d need to kidnap someone
•Pidge had no problem because it could help you and they could ask the Galran if they know anything about her bro/dad
•keith was ecstatic because I doubt you’d want to stay 6 years old
•was the one to threaten the Galran enough to scare the absolute crap out of them
•luckily, although the Galran didn’t know much magic, they knew of someone who did. they searched and eventually found them
•basically an old commander of druids who turned against the galra. Half Altean and once worked beside Haggar
•they turned you back and Keith actually CRIED
•teases you whenever he can tho bcos you are probably the most adorable child ever

[Pidge:]
•Pidge was inventing something….to say the least
•you weren’t the only one affected though
•basically Pidge said they’d be right back, and to both you AND hunk, to NOT TOUCH ANYTHING
•you did
•it did not end well
•hunk reached over and while the two of you chuckled, he poked it and you guys knocked out
•Shiro had, walked in right as it happened, was affected as well
•a large burst of magic sent you all flying
•Hunk was a 1 year old, you were 6, and Shiro was 16 years old
•Shiro immediately woke up and grabbed the both of you, running off
•the age change you all went through had changed your appearances. Hunk had short curly black hair, your hair was…whatever haircut you had at the time
•you had fjjfkfkdk CHALK DYE in your hair
•Shiro had like, 4 piercings on each ear
•Lance was terrified
•Shiro burst into the kitchen where everyone was catching up and didn’t even have to say anything
•just stood there with you on his hip and Hunk held against chest like “what happened”
•pidge came in “WHA THE FJUCKDK”
•turns out, whatever that new ore Pidge had found was NOT meant to be doused with Quintessence
•laughed at Hunk and Shiro but cried when they saw you
•held you the whole time and actually sobbed because,,, oh my gosh bb.,,,why
•you were the last one to turn back, and Pidge was glad because now they could slap Hunk
•once you turned back Pidge hugged your knees the entire time
•"forgive me please I’ll literally do anything I’ll eat fire please I love you"
•you remembered everything, unlike Hunk who had shart himself a couple times
•made fun of Shiro strange 16 year old phase and laughed so hard your stomach hurt, Pidge joined in
•promised to you they would never use anything new+unknown unless they know EVERYTHING about it /it’s history
•that promise was broken when it happened again
•that time you turned 29

I am a nightmare.

Totally just using tumblr as like a picture diary and vent fest. I sort of have this image in my city of being a super positive, empowering human when in reality I’m a sad sack of shit.


Anyways,

I live in Texas and I met a boy who lived in Florida. This was back when I was like 90 lbs. we talked non stop for weeks and in between me switching companies to work for, I had a break. He jokingly said I should come visit him. I totally did, too. 19 fucking hours my 90 lb body drove. Never stopped to sleep, just drove straight. Wasn’t even supposed to be driving over 100 miles. So I didn’t tell anyone till I left.

I met him at 3 am on his door step. I have never felt the way I did in that moment. I remember it being super chilly that night and me not being prepared for it and when he hugged me it was so warm and just homey.

I had the best four days of my life. He took me to my first bar, a magic show, fancy restaurants, car shows, a concert, to watch the sun set out on a pier, he drove me around and showed me where every relative he had lived and told me all his stories, he got us a hotel with a room that faced the ocean and I remember he stopped to pet every single dog we walked past. He honestly was the most kind, charming and beautiful man I had ever met.

I had been restricting so badly and I remember not wanting him to think I was crazy so I ate and oh my god did I eat. Amazing food. Incredible food. And he just made me not even worry about ana.


I left and was so depressed. I cried the first 3 hours of my drive. Ugly crying. Like Kim Kardashian crying. Ew.


We kept talking every day and face timing and sending each other presents in the mail. We kept missing one another and talking about one day, what if.


Then one day came. A 7 weeks after me visiting he tells me he’s moving to my city. He found a job and we’re going to do this. I had never been so happy in my entire life. I had to wait two months for him and every day my excitement grew.

My weight stayed around 104 or below that whole time.

He came. He really came. He moved in with me in my shitty downtown apartment and we had the greatest life. We were so happy. We danced, we sang, we cooked, we ate, we drank, we laughed until we cried and we loved so fucking hard.

Then I went to the doctor one day. Was told I had a normal healthy BMI and I flipped. It was his fault. I kept trying to restrict after that but my love for cooking had grown with his passion to eat good food and it was so hard. When I was alone I could stay tiny.

So I did what I’ve always done and I ran. I left him, without any explanation. Broke him. Crushed him. This man had moved across the country for me and after a year I just left. All because my BMI reached the healthy percentile. Not even above, right on it.

Relatiobshits make you fat, right?

It’s been 7 months now. About 2 months ago he popped back up and then we went out a few times and the scale went up and I cut him off without a word.

Because I’m a terrible fucking person. Obviously.

Then tonight he reached out to me and after talking back and forth he asked me to come over and I did. When he opened his phone I saw he had been sending heart emojis to someone so I ended up asking him about it. He’s apparently been talking to this girl I know for a whiiiiiile. Makes sense why the last time I saw her she gave me a death stare. Oh well.

Anyways tonight I was over there watching the World Series and he just grabbed me and hugged me. So tightly and so warm. Like the first hug. He wouldn’t let go and he kissed my forehead and said “I miss you”

Later he hugged me again and then kissed me for real and I kissed back and I ended up in his lap and we started really making out and then I stopped because I’m like “holy shit what are we doing” and he just looks at me like “what have I’ve done” (SERIOUSLY NOT A FUCK BOY. SERIOUSLY HE IS THE MOST KIND HEARTED SOUL TO BLESS THE EARTH AND IM AN EVIL WITCH)

I told him I was sorry and tried to leave and said I hope he doesn’t make this a habit and he grabbed me and hugged me again for what felt like forever and then grabbed my hands and said “I will forever love you” and I know he will and god do I love him too. So much.

My mom introduces him (yeah they still see one another since he has no family here and my mom adores him) as “the one who got away”

And, he is.

I want him back so badly because I know we make one another whole. God there’s so much I could tell and you would just know it too. But he makes me happy and carefree and that makes me fat. I’m seriously choosing ana over love.

And that’s true love for Ana..

Thanks for letting my have a diary. Just needed to say all of that.

The most wonderful and sweetest person has a birthday today. My significant other, beloved partner and best friend - Ama. We’ve been together for over 2 years and for all this time that we shared you’ve never failed to make me smile, laugh and feel like the most beautiful woman in the whole world. You were there when I cried, you were by my side when I dealt with the hardest moments and you held my hand when I doubted in the world…but you never for even a second doubted me.
Mercy since begining was your favourite hero and I knew why. You always try to make others feel happy and always put people important to you on the first place. You are truly a guardian angel for those all around you.
We’ve been together both in happy and difficult places. World never had it easy on us. A lot of controversial opinions from others about us but as well a lot of support from friends. Quite a few wished us bad things and had negative thoughts. But you never cared. Because if people talk there is something lacking in them that is within us.

Thank you for being with me all this time and I wish you a beautiful birthday and many to come yet <3

Your future wife~

The Summer Fling (Chapter 6) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “John F. Kennedy International Airport”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s 4:47am, and this will post at 10, my dedication to you people borders on lunacy. I hope you like it. I’m sorry if it’s not my best, I am tired. 

Summary: Dylan picks Y/n up from the airport after her trip to visit family for the Fourth of July and deepens their connection and trust.

Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven

Originally posted by ageofthesith

Dylan O'Brien:  You come home tomorrow morning….. :)

You:  omg… i do?!

Dylan O'Brien: haha shut up.

Dylan O'Brien : Um, did you have plans for tomorrow when you get home?

You:  i land at 6pm and i was just going to take the airtran from JFK to Jamaica and I was going to take the subway from there, why?

Dylan O'Brien: Do you have any interest in seeing Spiderman?

You:  tomorrow?

Dylan O'Brien:  Yeah, if I came out and picked you up from the airport, would you be in the mood to see the movie with me that night?

You:  you’re gonna drive all the way out from the Montauk to Brooklyn to get me from the airport to then see a two hour movie and then drive three hours back to the Hamptons and not fall asleep and crash and die….

Dylan O'Brien: Well when you put it that way… Yeah, I still want to see you.

Dylan O'Brien: And I want to see Spiderman :)

You: :)

You:  well, i want to see you, so if you really want to do all of that, then yea. I’ll see Spiderman with you tomorrow night.

Dylan O'Brien: i’ll see you at JFK at 6. text me when you land and send me your flight info?

You:  okay. goodnight, Dyl.

Dylan O'Brien: Sweet dreams, Y/n. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

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Confession of a Recovered Runner

I finally feel like I’m at a place where I can fully share my experience. I write this in the hopes of helping those who have shared/are sharing this struggle and to help others not to fall into the same trap. So here it is… 

As a senior in high school, I realized that I was capable of running for a D1 school. I did everything possible to turn that into a reality. I got enough sleep, did yoga every morning, worked hard in practice, did extra strength training, and ate healthy. I wasn’t going overboard; I was simply dedicated.

In hindsight, though, that’s when I started to get sucked into the deep, dark hole that is an ED. I ate very regimented meals and started to completely refuse desserts. I always loved reading novels. I started to love reading nutrition labels. Working at a grocery store didn’t help. While stocking shelves, I would sneak a peek at the calorie content in the products. 120 calories in a slice of whole grain bread?! Maybe I’d just cut out bread from my diet… It was a slippery slope, and I started sliding fast. 

I graduated high school feeling on top of the world. I was SCA President, Valedictorian, and had a scholarship to run at a D1 school in the SEC! (And I hadn’t eaten a piece of bread or a single dessert in 6 months… go me! … Right?) Summer training began and, with the increase of mileage came a decrease in fuel. Run more, eat less became my mantra. I was going to go to college as skinny and fast as possible. Little did I know that skinny did not equate to speed. 

Freshman year came and, boy! was it tough. I was 12 hours from home and had the pressure of a rigorous course load PLUS running. My response? Eat. Even. Less. My thinking was that the less I ate, the skinnier I’d be and the skinnier I was, the faster I’d be. If I ran fast, I’d be happier. WRONG. 

I had a great freshman cross country season, but by the time indoor training rolled around, I was weak. I got injured over Christmas break and that sent me spiraling. I cross trained excessively, lost more weight, and my injury didn’t heal (shocker). When I got back to campus, my trainer noticed how thin I was. So, she sent me to a nutritionist and, eventually, a psychologist. I fought against this, because I was in such a state of denial. I didn’t have an ED! I was just dedicated to the sport! 

One day, though, I completely broke down. I confessed it all to the psychologist, but, more importantly, I confessed it to myself. There was absolutely nothing healthy about what I was doing. And I wasn’t happy at all. In fact, I had hit the lowest point in my life. All joy had left my being. Life had simply become survival until the next run and the next sleep. My brain was consumed with thoughts of food (and how I could eat less of it, despite how much I craved it). I put on a happy face for those around me, but inside I was broken. And my body was breaking. 

I made a list of all the bad habits I had formed– everything from avoiding even the crust of a piece of bread to spitting out food into a napkin when people weren’t looking. I would go out to dinner with friends, but lie about having eaten beforehand. I would look at recipes for cookies and cakes, but could never fathom baking them. Pizza? Oh, man, I just wanted pizza. No way would I touch that, though. No. Way. 

I slipped into a deep depression and was ready to give it all up and crawl home. I was no longer Molly. I didn’t know who I was. 

Finally, with the help of my family, my two best friends, and lots and lots of prayer, I started to regain my former happiness. Despite still being injured, the sweet spring air and the promise of summer enlivened me. I stayed out later, became a bit more spontaneous, and, under the watchful eye of the nutritionist, started to put on some weight. 

That was a battle, though. I would call my Dad every morning while drinking the specially made protein shakes (with a scarily unknown amount of calories), so he could talk me through it. He wouldn’t hang up until I had promised him that I had finished the entire shake. I remember shaking in the grocery store as I forced myself to buy the whole grain waffles that I promised my nutritionist and psychologist I would buy. I had to call my parents while eating them slowly, one morsel at a time. Then, I cried because the guilt of those carbs was too much to bear. 

My Mom visited for my birthday and, by then, I had started to improve a bit more. We had a wonderful day bouncing around downtown, shopping, going to the art museum, and talking and laughing uncontrollably as we always used to do together. When she suggested grabbing a sandwich for lunch, I hesitated slightly, but obliged. I didn’t want to ruin our perfect day. And that was a turning point for me. I sat with my mom in the March sun and ate an absolutely delicious sandwich. And I didn’t wilt away. The sky didn’t fall. The world did not stop spinning. I ate a sandwich, and it was tasty, and I was happily full, and my Mom and I were having a lovely day. I was alive again. 

That summer, at home, I learned how to eat Sunday morning pancakes with my family again. I learned how to get froyo at 11 PM with my best friend again. I learned how to not plan out every second of every day. I learned how to fuel the happy life I so desperately wanted to live.

Sophomore year wasn’t a walk in the park. I still struggled to accept the body God had given me. Especially in the world of college running, there are always girls walking around that are taller, more slender, and more toned. But I reminded myself every day that I was blessed with two legs that could carry me over many, many beautiful miles and I had to respect my body by fueling it to do so. My controlling tendencies still crept up every now and then. I still checked calories and refused desserts most of the time. But, little by little, I was healing. 

This year has been even more of a shift for me. I transferred schools and met a guy who has showed me that running is not everything. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spent weekend mornings cooking huge brunches with him (even on rest days!) or how many times I’ve baked cookies with him (and eaten several myself!). I eat peanut butter out of the jar, enjoy midnight snacks, and go out for pizza. I’ve never been happier, I’ve never been healthier, and guess what else… I’ve never been faster! 

This past season was my best one yet. I PR’d in the mile, the 3K, the 5K, and the 10K and qualified for Regionals! Apparently, the deal is not that skinnier equals faster. STRONGER equals faster. HEALTHIER equals faster. HAPPIER equals faster. I don’t know my weight, I don’t know how many calories I’ve eaten in a day, and I don’t care. All I know is that I fuel myself, I’m loving the miles, and way more importantly, I’m loving life. 

God has blessed each and every one of us with not only a beautiful soul, but also a beautiful body. It is our duty to ensure that our bodies stay healthy so that our souls can be joyful. An ED is a thief. It steals that health and, therefore, that happiness by telling us that we have to go against nature and hurt our physical bodies in order to achieve our dreams. An ED is a liar. Don’t listen to it. You are called to live a life of strength, of freedom, of joy. Fuel that life. Love that life. Live that life. 

Familiar.

Can you write A piece where Harry’s mom doesn’t like you (because she’s wary of you hurting him since he’s been hurt a lot before) but your family adore Harry and are really accepting of him please

When she first met his mum she was sure she would like her. Harry always told her how amazing his mum was, funny and always there for him. She was the most important person in his life.
Harry told his mum how amazing Y/N was too, loving and oh so caring. She was the most important person to him as well.
Anne wasn’t upset about that, she was hoping for years that someone would come along who her son would fall in love with. The problem was that Harry did that a lot, meeting girls and catching feelings for them. But those girls never wanted anything serious. They wanted fun, maybe even the profit being seen with him would bring. He dated models, bloggers and singers. But never a normal girl.
Y/N was exactly that, normal. She went to uni and worked at a cafe when she didn’t have lessons. She didn’t even know who Harry was when she met him even though she knew One Direction. She got to know him, just Harry without glamorous suits and expensive boots. She got to know the real Harry, the normal one.
And then she fell for him.
She fell fast and she fell hard. She loved him. She loved him when he woke her up at 8 am on a Sunday morning and was happier than any normal human should be at that time. She loved him when he drank too much wine and got clingy and whiny. She loved him when he was grumpy and she loved him when he needed someone to be there.
And he loved her just as much. He loved her when she was grumpy in the morning and pushed him away when he woke her up. He loved her when she refused to go to sleep without at least four kisses. He loved her when she was there for him and listened to him. He loved her when she needed him to be there for her and listen to her.
Harry thought that Y/N was perfect, made just for him and he was made just for her. There was no reason as to why Anne wouldn’t like her.

But then he brought Y/N home and Anne was anything but welcoming. She stared Y/N down with cold eyes and didn’t send her one warm smile. She asked her questions that made Harry choke on the water he was drinking and look at his mum with shock. Anne made Y/N feel so uncomfortable that she had tears in her eyes and had to excuse herself from the table in order to go the bathroom and calm down.
Harry tried to talk to his mum during that time and asked her what the hell was going on but Anne just shrugged and told him Y/N sent her bad vibes.
The worst about it was that Y/N’s family absolutely adored Harry. They made him feel so welcome when he first met them. They loved him immediately and accepted him. Harry felt so guilty that his family couldn’t do the same.

When they visited Anne for the second time for a nice barbecue Y/N almost told Harry she was sick and couldn’t go. The thing was that she was scared. Not of Anne or how rude she would be this time but of what Harry would do if his mum really wouldn’t approve of her. She knew how important his mum was to him and she knew that she couldn’t compare to that. He would surely break up with her.

Y/N made it her mission to show Anne that she was right for her son. She was nice to Anne the whole time even though she still threw daggers at her. She even offered to help and set the table on terrace and prepared a salat.
But then something happened that Y/N couldn’t handle. Harry cut himself while slicing the zucchini to lay on the grill and blood was everywhere. His pained whimper made Y/N stop what she was doing and turn to him immediately, running over to him when she saw what happened.
“Oh, Harry! I told you to be careful!”
She ushered him to the sink, holding his bleeding finger underneath the water. But then her hands began to shake and her eyes welled up with tears. She wasn’t the one in physical pain but her she was suffering emotionally.
It never happened before while they were together that Harry hurt himself and maybe that was why it affected her like that. The thing was that Y/N absolutely hated blood. She couldn’t look at it without panicking and getting sick.
And now that Harry was bleeding and in pain, it was too much.
“Hey.” Harry cooed and turned to Y/N, cupping her face with his palms and carefully trying not to get any blood on her.
“Breathe with me, okay? Just like we practiced. In and out.” he demonstrated her, trying to get her to control her ragged breathing.
Anne watched all that from the doorway, how her son held on to his crying girlfriend and how she panicked because her boyfriend was hurt. It dawned on her then that the impression she had of Y/N was completely wrong. She wasn’t using him for anything as she might have thought, she was in it just for him.
Y/N’s breathing was almost back to normal but her tears kept streaming down her cheeks and Harry wiped them away every few seconds.
“I’m okay, you know that, right?” Harry asked her softly.
She nodded after a moment, but her sobs started all over again.
“Shh, oh darling.” Harry pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly to his chest, his one hand on the back of her head, stroking through his hair and his other hand on her back, moving in soothing circles.
Anne decided to take that moment to walk over to them, placing her hand on Harry’s shoulder.
“Run a warm bath for her, love. Let her calm down.” she spoke to him softly, hesitating for a moment before she stroked over her back as well.
“That sounds good, yeah?” Harry asked Y/N snd pulled back a bit to remove all the hairs that have gotten in her face.
She nodded and wiped her tears away on her own.
“W-Want to take c-care of y-your finger before.” she hiccuped.
“Think that’s a good idea, sweetheart? Don’t want you to panic again.”
She shook her head and pulled Harry with her into the bathroom.

Once inside she rinsed his wound again and put a plaster on top, the whole process taking longer than it normally would due to her shaky hands. When she was done Harry filled the bathtub with warm water, pouring a bit of coconut bubble bath inside to get the bubbles she loves.
He helped her undress, kissing over her skin after each article he dropped to the floor. He held her hand when she stepped inside, careful that she didn’t slip.
“You’ll join me, right?” she asked when he didn’t seem to get undressed any time soon.
“You want me to?”
The thing was that they weren’t together for that long, and intimacy was in the future. Yes, they’ve seen each other naked before but they’ve never touched each other while being naked. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to but they decided in the beginning that they would take it slow.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Alright. Let me just grab something to drink real quick.” he kissed her forehead before leaving the bathroom.

“How is she?” Anne asked Harry when he entered the kitchen.
“She’s okay, I think.”
“That was a full blown panic attack. Does that happen often?”
“Sometimes. More often than I would like. But I know what to do when it happens now. I practiced breathing with her and know how to calm her down.”
Anne nodded in understanding and scratched her head awkwardly, the same habit as Harry has.
“Harry, I’m really sorry for how cold I was to her and-”
“Don’t apologize to me, apologize to her. I’ll join her now.” he let his mother know, grabbing a water bottle and walking upstairs again.

He hugged her to his chest tightly and held her until the water turned cold and the bubbles disappeared. He stroked her skin and kissed over it, enjoying the closeness and intimacy they shared for the very first time.
Once they started to shiver and goosebumps arose on their skin they got out, wrapping each other in big fluffy towels. Harry got them both clothes from his old room, a shirt that was at least three sizes too big for Y/N and sport shorts that almost slipped down her legs.
And when they came downstairs again Anne was waiting for them on the terrace, everything prepared for their barbecue.
Anne stood up when they came outside, looking at Y/N before she locked eyes with Harry and silently told him to leave them alone for a moment.
“Um… I’ll grab us something to drink.” Harry said before kissing Y/N’s temple and leaving them to themselves.
“Are you feeling better?” Anne asked Y/N.
“Yeah. I’m sorry for causing so much drama but… I often get emotional when it comes to Harry.” she shrugged.
“There is nothing for you to be sorry about, alright? If someone needs to apologize it’s me. I don’t know what came over me to act so cold and rude towards you. It’s just… I see the way Harry looks at you and I know that you have the power to destroy him completely. He’s been hurt so many times and I can’t watch him getting his heart broken again. You’re already so important to him and I was scared that you might not feel the same but… I saw earlier exactly how you feel about him.” Anne smiled softly at her.
“I’m in love with him, Anne. I haven’t told him that because he better be the first to say that.” she joked and Anne giggled softly.
“I really love him and I have no bad intentions in any way. I want to be with him. As long as he’ll have me.”
Anne took a step forward and grabbed Y/N’s hand, squeezing gently.
“I think he’ll want you for a very long time. He might haven’t said it yet but he loves you. He’s never looked at anyone the way he looks at you. I think you’re the one for him.”
Y/N breathed a happy laugh and hugged Anne briefly.
“Thank you for forgiving me.” Anne grinned at Y/N.
“Of course.”


Their barbecue was exactly how it was supposed to be, delicious and filled with nice conversations and laughter. It felt like family.
Y/N was glad she could finally act around Harry how she always does, teasing and bantering.
Harry teased her the whole time as well.
“It’s actually really cute that you cried for me because I cut a finger. Don’t want to know what you’d do if I were about to die.”
And just like that everything felt as perfect as it was supposed to be. Anne was just as Harry had described. Warm and gentle. Loving.
And somehow everything felt familiar.

In the Arms of Dean

 The first time Dean hugs you, you are completely caught off guard. You aren’t used to this kind of affection coming from him. Sam is the guy who gave you a hug before bed, a hug after a hunt and any other time you wanted one. But not Dean. Dean didn’t hug, not often anyways. So when he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly, you were almost shocked. You don’t know how kicking some guys ass inside an old run down bar would earn you a hug, but you accepted it nonetheless. 

  After that, it was like your entire friendship shifted. Dean was around a lot more often than before. You would catch him sneaking glances at you every once in a while. He found any excuse to touch you or be close to you. You weren’t born yesterday, you clued into what he was doing, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice since you worked together and lived together. You didn’t want to assume he felt something towards you and make an idiot of yourself. 

  The second time he hugged you, tears were falling freely from his eyes. Your body clung to his and there was no chance he was letting you go. Turns out you had just died on a hunt, and you were gone for several minutes until Cas came in and healed you as much as he could. 

  “I thought I lost you,” he cried out. “You were dead. There was no heartbeat, you weren’t breathing. You were fucking gone!”

  “Dean,” you coughed out. Your throat dry as sandpaper. 

  “God, I love the way you say my name,” he choked out. “Don’t you ever do that again! You hear me?”

  “You have really pretty eyes,” you smiled softly. His whole body relaxed, a laugh left his lips. “And I like the freckles dusting your nose and cheeks.”

  “Okay there, sweetheart. I think it’s time to get you back to the motel so you can sleep this off,” he said nervously. 

  “You have a nice smile too, especially when it reaches your eyes,” you continued. He stopped lifting you and settled back on the ground in his lap. His left hand came up to your cheek, brushing away the stray strands from your face. His heart was racing in his chest, and you could feel it. “I like it when you don’t shave for a couple of days and the way you eat your french fries.”

  “Y/N, why are you telling me all these things?” he questioned, his voice quiet and defeated sounding.

  “Because I technically died and I don’t want to leave this world without tell you all my favourite things about you,” you stated. “And believe me, there is a whole list of things. I haven’t even scratched the surface.”

  “I love you,” he breathed out, his eyes locked with yours. He smiled weakly, his grip tightening. 

  “I love you, too.”

After that day, Dean hugged you everyday, whether it was from behind, or tightly in the morning after you both got out of bed. You spent everyday, telling him one more thing about him you liked. You watched his face turn a light shade of pink, dropping his head. You knew it made him feel loved, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

  As strange as it sounds, you were happy you technically died on that hunt. You and Dean had never been happier. 


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professor marston & the wonder women movie review

Yesterday night, I was very lucky (my bank account, not so much) to go to London to see Professor Marston & the Wonder Women, a movie which I’d been waiting for ever since Luke Evans was cast in it. The reviews were positive and my friend @johnsmoore had loved it after seeing it at TIFF, but despite my excitement (which had already increased after seeing Wonder Woman), part of me was still a little nervous, and I hoped the movie would make my trip 100% worth it.

It did.

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women is a love story. But not just any love story: it’s a love story about ‘unconventional’ people (as they say) but told with love, care and respect. If I hadn’t been so focused on trying not to noise my never ending feeling of satisfaction and gratefulness, I would have cried all the way through.

I didn’t cry, but I laughed a lot (it was so, so funny!), and I spent (almost) the whole movie smiling so hard I had to bite the inside of my cheek to remind myself to chill if I didn’t want my face to hurt by the time the movie was over. And this movie… it was pure and honest and beautiful and fun and so, so full of love.

Elizabeth is bold and hilarious and fierce. Olive is brave and soft and strong. William is good-hearted and passionate and determined. You’re gonna love that trio. You’re going to feel for them and hurt with them and fall in love with them at the same time they fall in love with each other. I know I did. The cast did a wonderful, wonderful job. Rebecca Hall was simply phenomenal. Luke Evans was full of strong gentleness. Bella Heathcote an example of strength and vulnerability combined.

Now, anyone who knows me a bit also knows sex scenes and I aren’t friends. At all. So when pretty much every review I read mentioned the sexual content, I started getting a little bit worried, because reviews don’t usually talk about that. Though they were reassuring, being anxious and a sex-indifferent bordering on sex-repulsed asexual, I needed the movie to reassure me. And it did. 

First of all, it was far from the explicit thing people seemed to promise. I’ve seen much, much more explicit sexual scenes. I’d almost say these were soft. But the point is… they were so, so well done. Sex wasn’t there just to show hot people making out for the sole purpose of having a useless sex scene. Here, sex was passionate and loving and fun! It was such a refreshing take on scenes that usually make me cringe because of how boringly all-the-same and seen through the male gaze and lacking actual feeling they too often are.

Then, you know how biopics can be nice but there’s always a moment when you wonder “okay it’s good and all but how far in are we now”? It’s not a thing here. The movie flows so well, and honestly too fast. When the end was near I was like, “what? already?” I didn’t see time go at all. I wished it would never end. And the penultimate scene! That scene was incredible. It was funny and sad and it will make you want to go on your knees and beg for things to be alright.

When the movie ended, I was an emotional wreck. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. A movie about bi women told by LGBTQ+ people? A movie where a woman being in love with another woman and three people loving each other equally is normal and filmed like any ‘classic’ movie romance usually is? A movie that shows a kinky poly and gay relationship in the most simple, positive, and respectful way? 

I’m so thankful this movie exists. I’m so thankful for the laughs and the moments of simple, precious domesticity, of the consent all throughout the story, of how healthy and beautiful it all was, even though it wasn’t always happy. And on a personal level and as a queer person myself, it meant so, so much to me to see my favourite actor in such a story. I have no words to say how much it means to me, but you can believe me when I say it made my heart burst with love for the movie even more than it already was.

Professor Marston & the Wonder Women is shining with love and there is no way you won’t want to give all yours back.

some Ravi headcanons

•  I imagine he always smells very nice and manly
•  to the point of having multiple people asking about the cologne that he’s wearing
•  which probably leads to you hugging him for what seems like hours bc it’s so intoxicating
•  and you stealing his clothes
•  bc even if you wash them a million times, they’d still somehow have that signature ‘Wonshik’ scent lingering on them
•  not that he ever gets mad about that tho
•  bc dang how can anyone look that attractive in a big ass hoody while eating cereal
•  he’ll let you babysit Butt when he knows he’ll be working at the studio for a while
•  and still gets jealous when he cuddles with you instead of him
•  “I’m your dad wtf…………y/n, you keep stealing everything from me is2g”
•  speaking of working in the studio
•  this man will work some magic on his new tracks if you’re there to inspire him
•  cannot and will not go to sleep once he feels the engines working in his brain again
•  ugh this sucks so much bc you’d just wanna spend some time with him and Butt, esp when he’s supposed to have days off
•  but it’s all worth it when he sits you down and plays his new track
•  lots of kissing in the studio when no one’s around I am 100% down with this idea
•  but you’re still scarred from that one time Jaehwan caught yall
•  “lmao oops I guess this isn’t the restroom……I guess I got lost again……….I guess I should leave now :’)”
•  when you’re trying to go on a public date and be all incognito, he’ll give you one of his big hats and face masks so yall could be low key
•  and tbh this a bad idea bc everyone could see 2 penguins approaching and they’d know
•  sometimes he puckers his lips when he’s thinking or writing
•  and you’re like ?? Is this an invitation for me to kiss you all suddenly without asking bc I can’t help myself  ????
•  I’m not saying he’ll hold your hand and cry during dramas but that’s exactly what I’m saying
•  like he laughs when you laugh
•  gasps when you gasp
•  suffers in silence as you both try to hold in your tears
•  there are times when he likes to sit in the dark all by himself and just thinks
•  threw a shoe at you one time bc you got in late and he thought you were a burglar
•  and spent the whole night apologizing / laughing about it bc he never thought to turn on the light
•  “like I don’t understand why you wanna live in the dark”
•  Wonshik giggles when you run your fingers over his stubble bc he rarely grows it out
•  having endless nights of playing board games and drinking
•  probably cries if he lost at Life or Monopoly
•  btw he’ll always want to be the car
•  letting you wear his best and most expensive headphones when listening to his music “to get the real experience u feel me”
•  he constantly tells you that he’s thankful to be with you and my hEart can’t take it he’s so genuine
•  “you drive me crazy but in the best way. I wanna push you off a cliff sometimes, but Butt would never forgive me, so I guess you’re stuck with me forever lol”
•  won’t let go until he’s poured out his heart and left at least 28 kisses on your lips
•  keep this soft hearted man with you 5ever 💗

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Sweet Nothings

I love to imagine how it would be like if Draco would be famous.

Like, Pansy, Blaise and him in a band, called The Slytherin Sakes, and Harry being an enormous fanboy.

His friends would always tell him to calm down when he saw a picture of them, especially Draco. He would scream the words of their songs and write his own little fanfictions.

Their songs would have gotten him through the state of mental illness and his rather rough childhood.

His room would be full of merch and posters and he would feel so save in those walls.

One day, Draco would follow him back on Twitter, and Harry would have a mental breakdown where he screams and cries and laughs and feels like hugging the whole world.

He never got the chance to go on one of their concerts.

Until one time he would win one of their concert tickets with a backstage access so he could join and talk to them for a bit afterwards.

How he would be so excited, ask Ron and Hermione stupid things.

“Do I look good enough?”

“He’s not gonna notice me, is he?”

“What if he hates me when we talk?!”

And they would get sick of it and punch his shoulder, but also love how happy Harry was.


When the time was there, Harry would jump and sing and almost faint between all the cheering fans.

His heart would stop when they came on the stage; and then there was him, Draco, and Harry has never been that happy in his life.

But when he joined them afterwards, everyone was so kind and nice, everyone expect for Draco, who would be a complete dick.

And Harry would be so hurt that he would start to cry and storm out of the room cause fuck, the one he adored and looked up to just told him to shut up cause his voice was so high and annoying.

In his hurry he would have left his jacket there and Pansy told Draco to get it back to him and apologize for whatever the fuck he thought he was doing.

Malfoy hating himself for it because he really liked Harry the second he entered the room, even found him super cute which was mainly the reason for his behavior.

And when Draco rang Harry’s doorbell, Harry would stand in the doorway, puffy red eyes, swollen nose and his hair a total mess from all the crying and pulling and more crying.

Once they were inside, Draco would take one look at Harry and before he could stop himself, he would grab the other boy and pull him into a tight embrace, whispering how sorry he was for breaking him like that.

And they would just stand there, arms around eachother, Harry quietly sobbing and Draco whispering sweet nothings into his ear to comfort him, even singing his favourite song for only him to hear.

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you can do a prompt in the future where bughead had a baby but they break up so she never told jughead about their baby.

Hmm tricky!
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Betty had to hold back tears of laughter as her two year old son tumbled face first into the sand before popping back up and putting his tiny hands on his hips, turning back towards his mother with a look of complete dissatisfaction.

Veronica openly laughed beside her, getting up from the bench and lifting the dark haired toddler into her arms

“Not even a tear? You most definitely are my godson.” She nuzzled the little boys neck before dropping down next to Betty and handing him her phone to play with.

“He’s getting so big.” Veronica ran her hands over his soft, baby shampooed hair, her nose taking in the familiar scent and sighing “instill love that smell”

Betty laughed
“I know, it’s the best. You don’t know how many times I’ve tried sneaking him into bed at night just so I can cuddle” her son was already fiercely independent and loved sleeping alone in his half crib, although on occasion he would fall asleep wrapped up in his mothers arms and stay there the whole night.

Hunter Jones was the worlds best baby, maybe Betty was biased but the hundreds of people who had the pleasure of meeting him would agree. He was sweet and quiet and even as an infant he hardly ever cried, he was talking now, although he couldn’t quite string together full sentences he sure did try.

Looking up as if he knew they were talking about him, Hunter held the phone out to his mom, clearly disinterested he crawled down and headed back for the sandbox, a look of complete determination of his face. Betty bit back the pride she felt and handed Veronica back her phone.

“He hates technology, doesn’t even like the tv, only when I put on Winnie the Pooh. He gets that from..” she trailed off, the familiar ache still pounding in her chest when she thought of Hunters father.

Veronica placed a soothing hand on Betty’s arm
“Any word on him?”

Shaking her head, Betty looked back to her son.

Jughead Jones had run away three years ago, leaving Betty Cooper pregnant, terrified and alone. There had been no way to find him, he had erased his existence form the map, he had no idea she was pregnant, Hell, she didn’t even know until after he was gone.

Things were rough the first few months, Alice Cooper was overbearing to say the least, she wanted Betty under her watch every hour of the day, Hal Cooper had completely cut off his daughter, refusing to look at her when she was in the same room. To say things were tense was an understatement, but then something amazing happened.

The flower shop Betty had worked her entire high school experience was like her second home so when the women she called her boss found out she was pregnant she sat Betty down and handed her the keys.

“I know this may not be the future you planned but I never had children and I always wanted this place to be handed down to someone who could take care of it, I think it’s time for me to retire. It’s all yours, there’s room up above the shop, you can set up a nursery for the baby and run my store. That is is you want it”

Betty had cried for hours before gratefully taking the keys and moving her things in the day of. That’s where she lived now, it was a beautiful place and she loved running the shop. Veronica was currently home on spring break and Archie was due home this afternoon.

“Momma!” Hunter called from his place in the sand, he picked up a shovel and scooped the soft tan substance into a pile, his face so proud both the girls were swooning. He really was going to be such a handsome boy when he grew up.

“That’s so good baby! It’s a sandcastle!” She glanced over at Veronica and the girl nudged her head, she knew nothing could keep Betty away from her son. Betty nearly tripped over herself, moving to kneel by the sandbox and pulling her water bottle out of the diaper bag
“See love, if you put a little water it’ll stay in a shape, just like your play doh!”

Hunter gasped his eyes coming up to stare at his mother like she hung the moon and stars
“I love you.” The raven haired toddler said, his chubby hands coming around his mothers neck as she laughed heartily.

Hunter said “I love you” to his mother more than he said anything else, the little boy adored his mom and everything she did was the best thing in the world.

“I love you too baby.”

“Bets! Ronnie!” The familiar voice had Betty turning around, a smile instantly lighting her face as Archie came running towards them, heaving Hunter up and placing him on her hip she moved to meet Archie, her smile instantly fading when she saw the sheer look of terror on his face.

“Archie? What’s the matter?” She asked as her son rested his head on her shoulder, her hand moving in soft circles on his back to soothe him, Hunter was very good at reading people and if someone else was upset, he was bound to feel the same way.

“Betty..I..” he stuttered and was quickly cut off by a sharp gasp coming from Veronica

“Oh my god.” She said on an inhale, her eyes wide as she stared at something behind Betty’s back.

“What?!” Betty whisper shouted, trying to Remain calm for her son, she turned around slowly, adjusting hunter. Her heart nearly fell out of her chest when she turned around.

There, standing before her, in the middle of Riverdale park was Jughead Jones, he looked almost exactly the same except for the addition of some muscle mass and his missing beanie.

“I tried to warn you. I ran into him at the airport, I texted you but..” Archie said from beside her.

Betty was too busy staring at Jughead to take in what he was saying, his eyes were trained on Hunter and Veronica instantly moved forward to protect her friend.

“Id like to say it’s great to see you again but that would be a lie and I don’t lie in front of children, let’s go Betty” Veronica hissed, her eyes lethal as she glared at Jughead.

Betty nodded solemly, tightening her grip on Hunter as she turned to walk away. Before she could leave Jughead Gripped her forearm

“Bets..” he begged, his eyes pleading with hers

Betty pulled her arm away as if she had been burnt.

“Is he.. is he mine?” Jughead asked, tears visible in his eyes. Even after all these years, the sight of him in pain was enough to make her weak, her own eyes filled with tears as she nodded slowly, Jughead exhaling sharply as he stared at Hunter.

The toddler seemed to sense his mother was upset and he placed a messy kiss on her cheek

“Don’t cry mama, I love you.”

The tiny voice of her two year old son shook Betty out of her daze and with one final look at Jughead she said

“Leave me and my son alone. We didn’t need you then and we don’t need you now, so stay out of our lives.” She whipped around, Veronica draping an arm over her shoulder as Betty held back the stinging tears.

Jughead stood in the center of the park watching his son and love of his life walk away.

Archie moved beside him.

“I know you had a reason for leaving man but… that’s your kid.”

With that Archie walked off to catch up with the girls.

Jughead stared down at his hands, clenched into fists, a habit he had picked up from Betty, Archie was right

That was his kid.

Okay so I saw them from far away and I ran to them cause I was so excited and I asked for a photo and they started to put their arms around the small of their backs and I was like “please omg don’t do that I’m gay” lol and they laughed and I took the photo and looked down to post it and looked up to thank them and they were going for tHE KISS AND I WAS LIKE WAIT NOT YET MY SNAP ISNT READY! And they laughed and then I took the photo and cried and ran away and they laughed the whole time and the Bucky tipped his at to me and long story short I’m gay and they’re my otp (said bagginshield) and it’s my dream couple cosplay one day 😭😭😭  !

@theroaringgirlcosplay as Steve

@sgt-bucky-bear as Bucky

The Quiet Game/A Pretty Picture (Connor M. x Reader)

AN; this is so fluffy and cute I’m getting flustered!!! enjoy babes!!!

WC; 981

TW; fluff overload, groping

You rolled your sweatpants up, smearing paint on your legs by accident. Your hair was up in a messy bun, and you were wearing a paint covered shirt. You took the clean paintbrush from behind your ear with a smile, bending over to pick up your paints from the sheet covered floor. Your music was blaring throughout the whole house.

You dipped your paintbrush in yellow paint and stepped forward, humming along to the song playing in the background. The brush ran across the canvas, blending yellow streaks with orange and red strokes. You were painting a sunset, the one you had seen at the Orchard with Connor. You would forever have the sunset image locked into your memories, you had seen it when Connor proposed to you in a tall apple tree.

You hoped Connor remembered the sunset too, since this was a gift for him. It wasn’t really a surprise, since he had seen it before. He just figured it was getting sold to one of your very many costumers, even though it looked familiar.

You couldn’t hear the bear feet padding gently down the hall, but you saw Connor stopped in the doorway out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t turn to look at him because you didn’t want to break your focus. Connor thought you hadn’t seen him, so he leaned up against the door with a loving smile on his face. He stood there for a few minutes, wondering why you hadn’t seen him. The confusion turned to a bit of frustration, so he walked into the room, stepping to the beat of your song.

“Hey, babe.” Connor called loud enough for you to hear him over the music. He furrowed his eyebrows when you didn’t answer, but fully understood what you were doing when you started to giggle.

“Oh? So you’re just going to ignore me, yeah?” Connor mumbled, turning your music down a bit. You had done this to Connor before, and it had become a slight game between the two of you. Connor had to try to get you to say something to him, anything at all counted. You lost if you talked, but won if Connor gave up.

Connor suddenly cleared his throat and started belting out the lyrics to the song you were playing, flinging himself across the room as a dance. You turned and watched him, a huge grin on your face. You wheezed when he ran into the wall and fell to the ground, panting. Connor’s pout turned into a smile as he watched you laugh. You looked up and wiped a tear, raising your eyebrows at the way Connor was looking at you. You shrugged and turned back to your painting, your face turning pink.

Connor managed to make you feel like you were his everything, despite being together since high school. People say high school relationships don’t last, but you and Connor were living proof against that opinion.

“Okay, wow. I think I deserve to win for those epic dance moves.” Connor mumbled, walking up behind you. You shook your head no and heard Connor dramatically gasp from behind you. You felt Connor really nearby, a weird warmth radiating from him.

“You’re so sexy.” Connor grinded on you, groping your boobs. You turned bright red and snorted, not letting him win that easy. You were a bit shocked, since he had never taken the game this far before.

“No?” Connor pouted, backing up. “Give me attention, woman!”

You turned around and smiled at Connor innocently. Connor smirked evilly and hugged you, reaching behind you to grab your cheap paints. You felt confused when Connor smeared his hand on your forehead and then stepped back quickly. You realized Connor had just smeared paint on your forehead and you smirked as well, grabbing pink paint and sauntering towards him.

“Oh, oh god.” Connor mumbled, walking around a blank canvas to hide. You jumped over the canvas and knocked Connor over, exploding pink paint all over the both of you. You smeared the paint onto Connors forehead with a large grin on your face. You heard Connor growl playfully as he grabbed a nearby pallet of different paints, throwing them at you. You laughed and reached over for a bucket of hot pink paint, dumping the whole thing on him. His eyes were wide, and he was laughing.

“Payback time!” Connor cried, flipping you over so he was on top of you. He tickled you like crazy, making you squeal and squirm. Pink paint was everywhere, with a mix of some other colors.

“O-o-okay!! Stop!” You laughed so hard it hurt your sides. Connor stopped tickling you and leaned back over you, hovering above your lips. Connor placed his forehead on yours and kissed you, mixing the pink paint on his forehead with the blue paint on your forehead.

“I win.” Connor whispered, sitting up quickly with a smirk.

“I hate you.” You mumbled, smiling at the pink paint in his hair and sitting up.

“Love you too, babe.” Connor snorted, pulling you into his arms and looking at the ‘blank’ canvas nearby.

“We made a beautiful painting, by accident.” You mumbled, looking up into Connor’s eyes.

“I’m sure we can make some other beautiful things by ‘accident’ if you know what I mean.” Connor smirked, raising his eyebrows.

“Okay,” you decided. “Let’s get to it.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yep. Let’s go take a shower, hm?”

Let’s just say you two had hung that painting up in your daughter’s nursery nine months later when she was born. There was mostly light pink paint splattered on it, with specks of purple, yellow, and blue. It was a pretty picture, overall. A pretty picture, just like your small but still growing family.