i just like the way he moves

This Is War [12]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1359

Warnings: It’s angsty again.. There’s crying.. I’m sorry..

A/N: The next part will be the last!! Thank you everybody who has stuck with me on this one for so long!! Your feedback has been incredible!! Thank you all so so much xo

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Bad Moon Rising (Part 2)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…


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i feel like if you’re negative about deckerstar right now you’re looking at the ship the wrong way. and i’m not saying that to be mean or harsh, i just. i really think that. cause like - the thing is i always knew they’d be a slowburn ship? i never assume endgame ships to get together before like end of s3 the earliest. that’s the way the epic ships work, friends!! 

you know, this episode was so good for them. cause it showed just how much lucifer has grown as a man (i’m tearing up) and how he’s seeing that he’s made mistakes, but i think he’s getting that he needs to own up to stuff - that he has to move on. forward. and by god, literally, whether he actually left her that message or not he finally gets that he has to tell her his truth, he understands he has to be honest with her and if it was a dream he subconsciously knows that she will accepts his flaws. do you see how big that is for him? for them? and the fact that chloe took him aside and finally fucking said, “hey, i know you’re hiding from me and i’m tired of it. i need you to trust me.” is clear that she won’t take his half assed explanations anymore. and if he didn’t send it, and he is missing - she’s a good detective, she’s smart. she’ll see that something is wrong! have faith her. and if we get to see her and maze - you know, their mutual best friend who would also know something is up - team up to find him. imagine. oh my… the possibilities are incredible.

we’re truly on the the road to her knowing the truth in season three and i have never been more sure of that as i am now. i’m so excited for what the writers have in store for them and for the show in general. don’t give up on them because they’re just finally getting started.

anonymous asked:

What I love about Jughead is that he'd just as easily be fine with cuddling with Betty as he would having sex with her. He also listens to her really intently whenever she says anything. He always has that love-struck puppy face whenever he's around her, like he's madly in love with her every move. It's so adorable. What girl doesn't want her boyfriend to look at her like that?? It's not just sex, of course, given the kitchen scene...he wouldn't mind doing that either! But the boy is def in love

Yes, which, BTW, Betty clearly feels the same way….she told the entire town to fuck off, just for him!!!

"I guess we'll just be friends then"

We dated my freshman year of high school for a brief time. It ended on bad terms and left us both with so many unresolved feelings. We didn’t talk for a few years after that, just casually liking each other things on Facebook and such. The feelings kinda just went away on their own as I moved on with someone else.

After 4 years, he finally made the move to message me again while I was on my way back to my old city to visit. We were both graduated now and wanted to catch up. He picked me up in his car and we sat and talked for hours and even spent the night making love. That was the last time I saw him in person.

I came back home and we kinda stopped talking. Few weeks pass I message him we finally start talking again for the next two months. Things heated up and he even asked me out. We were falling hard for each other but he was always busy and was terrible at communicating. I always felt like he was ignoring me on purpose because he’d message other people.

I messaged him about it today and this is the last message I received. He left my messages on read. I had to block him for my sake. We were always so unresolved in the end..

It’s been way too long since I wrote anything for Newsies. So enjoy this short beach fic to get me back into the swing of things.


“Jack Kelly, I am going to end you.” Crutchie muttered as he moved his book to the side.

 “Then get in the water.”

 “No. Now stop dripping on me.” Crutchie let out a huff and finally looked up from his book, squinting against the sun as he tried to give Jack his best annoyed look.- Which only made the other boy laugh.

 “Why won’t you get in the water?” Jack asked as he lowered himself into the sand next to the chair that Crutchie was perched in.

 “Because of jellyfish.”

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anonymous asked:

I just wanted to ask, what do you think would've happened if Sakura stopped fangirling for Sasuke? In the beginning he flat out ignored her so the crush persisted, but I don't think Sakura would've stood for the way he was doing things afterwards, and completely ignoring her. That kind of unrequited love isn't exactly healthy either, with the way he kinda acknowledged that she was useless and moved on. Srsly it's ridiculous to "love" someone that rude to u about ur emotions; I would've moved on.

Yeah, I agree - one of the reasons I’ve always lowkey disliked SS was because it was just a shallow crush? Like, yes, that’s totally fine to have one, most people do at some point, but it should have been something she grew out of. It would have made Team 7 so much more balanced, and I think it would have helped fix a lot of things between the three of them. 

clw025  asked:

I don't know how realistic this sounds, but it's a serious problem for me. I have a ghost, Cole, and he told me that he was bored and depressed and had no motivation anymore. He was telling me about how he didn't want to be "here" anymore. Basically, he was asking me to banish him. I told him no because I didn't want him to leave, but I wanted to know if you knew a way to go about this. It feels like a second death. Should I convince him to stay, or should I respect his wishes.

I’m not super comfortable with ghosties and advice with them, but I know if it were me and I wanted to “move on” than I’d be hella sad that I was being forced to stay. It’s just like if you were a tiger trapped in a cage to be admired and your keeper wouldn’t let you out, ya dig?

everlarkanxiety  asked:

So JRoth's interviews always scare me into thinking that he is not on the Bellarke Train. Granted, I don't read them all, but he just doesn't seem to care about them as a romantic couple. I'm afraid he's going to just move forward with Becho next season (they work as a hookup for me but nothing more). But I just have to trust that there is no way that they would spend, like, 45 minutes of the finale focusing on how much these two care for each other and have it amount to nothing.

Honestly, Jroth is kind of a troll when it comes to interviews and tends to be a little deliberately misleading.  I think we’re in for canon bellarke after that season finale, because as you said, it was 45 minutes of “they are the most important people in the world to each other.”  Plus, his teases for new seasons tend to be pretty limited– in fact, most of what he says about the upcoming season over the hiatuses tends to be in the first 2-3 episodes and that’s it.

And if you’re still worried, remember that Jason spent most of the s2-3 hiatus saying shit like “I don’t know if Clarke can ever forgive L.exa for what she did" because his job isn’t to reassure fans, it’s to make sure we spend eight months freaking out to keep their social media scores high.

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.

“Stiles?”

He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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I don’t know how to title

So, this took me way longer than I thought. Oops. This is a prompt fic for @stephaniebithell 

I hope you like it. I’ve never actually written Voltron before. Or any kind of battle. So, go easy on me.


“WATCH OUT!” Keith’s voice cried out through the Blue Lion’s speakers. Checking his screens, Lance had to pull hard to the left, just barely missing the laser coming at him. The laser would have smashed into the cockpit if he hadn’t moved, and Lance let out a small huff of breath, relieved.

“That was a close call, Lance.” Shiro berated gently, “You need to be more careful, alright?”

Lance nodded before cracking a smile. “Come on, Shiro! Careful is my middle name!”

Hunk cut in, confusion evident in his voice, “I thought your middle name was Alejandro?”

Laughter echoed over the coms, and Lance pouted, whining, “Hunk, buddy! Who’s side are you on, man?”

Dodging another laser, Hunk replied, “The one where all of us get out of this alive? Does that count?” He dodged a few more lasers, firing a few shots of his own, panting slightly.

“Hunk’s got a point, guys,” Shiro reminded them. “Can the chatter, those lasers are still coming.” There was acknowledgement from all the other paladins, and Shiro sighed in relief. “Alright, here’s the plan. Lance, Hunk, you guys hang further back, try to pick them off from a distance. Stop anything that gets past us. Keith, Pidge, your lions are faster and smaller, I need you covering me. Take out the little guys. Black and I will target those turrets. Understood?” Confirmation came from the others, and everyone moved into position.

Everything went well for several minutes. Shiro had knocked out all but two of the turrets, and Lance and Hunk’s teamwork had destroyed at least a dozen big cruisers and battleships. Some of the larger ships had started to retreat, and Lance and Hunk targeted those as well. As one was coming up on Lance’s left, he saw Green, down and to his far right, with a small ion cannon pointed right at its flank. Making a split-second decision, Lance turned his lion and fired, taking out the ion cannon and saving Pidge. He started to turn back to his original position, but he was too late. Before he could react, a laser cut straight through his hull, sending poor Blue tumbling. Lance was strapped in, so he stayed in place, but as the others’ yells came over the com, a piece of debris slammed into the back of his head, and everything went black.


When Lance came to, the battle was over. Black was towing Blue down to the planet’s surface, where the castle and the planet’s inhabitants were waiting. As he came back to his senses, Lance began to hear the others.

“Lance! Kiddo, can you hear me?”

“Lance, buddy! Come on, tuagane, wake up, man!”

“Lance, you big doofus! Wake up!” (“Pidge!” “Sorry.”)

“LANCE! Lance, please! Dammit, Lance! Wake up! Talk to me!”

Finally, finally, Lance could move a little. “Ugh…. Keith?”

To Lance’s aching head, it was as though a full orchestra had exploded onto the coms.

“Alright, Lance! You’re okay!”

“You asshole! Don’t do that to me ever again, you hear me?!” (“Pidge! Language!”)

Hunk was now blubbering incoherently, Pidge was raging, and Keith was strangely silent. Just as the noise was getting to be too much, Shiro’s voice cut through the mayhem, muffling everything else like a blanket, “Lance. Are you okay? Can you answer me? You were out for a while, buddy. I need to know if you’re okay.”

Lance took several deep breaths, settling the nausea his headache was causing, before answering softly, “I-. I think I’m okay, guys. I have a killer headache, and I’m a little nauseous and light-headed, but I’m okay. Might have a concussion, though.” With that, most of his energy spent, he slumped back into his seat.

“Okay, Lance,” Shiro breathed. “Do you think you can stay awake for me for a few minutes? We’re almost back to the castle. I’m sure you’re really tired, but if you can put off sleeping for just a couple of minutes, I want Coran to check you over in person. They’ve already got a pod waiting and everything. Can you do that, kiddo?” Lance murmured an assent, and Shiro let out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. “Alright, buddy. Thank you.”

Shiro looked at his monitors. The landing was coming up. “Alright, buddy, we’re right there. I’m going to put you down now, in 3 – 2 – 1.” With that, the blue lion was placed very gently on the ground next to the other three lions, which had already landed. Once Blue’s jaw opened, Hunk and Coran rushed inside, while Shiro landed Black. By the time Shiro had left the cockpit, Lance was out of his lion, and Allura was talking to the natives, Keith beside her.

Shiro went to Lance first. Looking Lance over, he glanced to Coran. “Coran, how is he? He was out for at least fifteen minutes.”

Coran smiled gently. “He’ll be just fine, number one. A few vargas in a pod and he’ll be good as new.”

“Thank you, Coran. Hunk, will you help him?”

“You don’t even have to ask.” With a small smile, Hunk pulled one of Lance’s arms over his shoulder and started moving towards the castle. Coran followed.

Now that he knew Lance was safe, Shiro could deal with the natives. Or, more accurately, deal with Keith, who looked to be one wrong word away from pulling out his bayard. As Shiro came closer to the group, he started to hear some of the conversation.

“-yes, you’ve said that the boy’s role is to be the blue paladin, but what else does he even do? What does he contribute? From what I saw, all he did was hang back for most of the fight, and make jokes for the rest of it!” Ah. Now he was starting to understand Keith’s murderous expression. Not to mention the low, continuous growl coming from Blue.

Allura cut him off. “It is not your place to question not just my choice of paladins, but the choices of the lions themselves. The blue lion chose Lance, and as such-“

“Princess Allura, I meant no disrespect, to you or the lions. I was simply concerned. Voltron is the universe’s only real hope of stopping the Galran Empire, and if its members are not efficient, perhaps-“

Shiro cut in, mouth a hard line, shoulders tense, as he stopped Keith from doing anything rash. “If you know about the joking, then you were listening to the coms. If you were paying attention, you would have noticed that I gave the order for the blue and yellow lions to hang back. Those two lions are larger, and therefore slower, but their weapons are strong. In this situation, they were much better suited for stopping the larger ships, and picking off stragglers. Lance especially works best at a distance. He’s the best shooter we have. Long-distance is his forte. Those assignments were the most efficient use of our resources.” The native was about to interrupt again, and Shiro bit out “On top of all of that, Lance was injured defending your planet. You would do well to remember that, and to show him the respect he deserves.”

When he was done, Shiro turned to Keith. Keith was still seething. “Shiro, did you hear what he was saying about Lance?”

“I heard him, Keith.”

“Lance could have died, Shiro! And that guy was treating him like a waste of space. Space garbage!”

“I know that, Keith.” Shiro’s voice was strained. He was angry, too, but there was nothing they could do.

“I’m gonna go back over there and teach that guy a lesson-“ Keith started to turn back around, bayard in hand, but was spun around by Shiro’s hand on his shoulder.

“You can’t attack the guy, Keith. He’s a diplomat. Let Allura handle it.”

“Can’t I just punch him in the face?” Keith pleaded.

“NO, Keith.”

“What if I just break his nose a little?”

“I said, NO, Keith.” Shiro spun to face him. “We can’t do anything. Allura can handle it. Now let’s go back to the castle. Lance will be healed in a few hours. I saw how anxious you were. I know you want to see him. And when he wakes up, I’m sure he’ll want to see you, too.” With that, Keith relaxed, sighing in defeat, and went on to the castle.

Shiro stood there for a moment, composing himself, before moving in the same direction. Before he got there, he heard one last parting shot. “You know,” the native drawled, excessively loud, “if the so-called blue paladin were a better pilot, he wouldn’t have been hurt in the first place-“

CRUNCH. Before anyone could move, Shiro snapped. He had rushed back, pulled back a fist, and slammed it straight into the obnoxious native’s nose. Without a word, Shiro wiped the blood off his hand onto the man’s shirt, and walked straight back into the castle. The look on that jerk’s face was definitely worth the difficulty Allura had negotiating an alliance several days later, and when Lance woke up, his laughter over the story gave Keith the brightest smile Shiro had seen on his face in years.


If you guys want me to write what happened in between when Lance was unconscious, let me know.

The Smart Way

A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.

I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”

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Adult World (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nochuie

Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)

Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)

This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut

Word count: 6k


“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.

Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”

The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.

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lololypopy  asked:

So many people are fighting for these lyrics interpretations 😥😥😥

1. Context is important in songs. “Olivia” wasn’t just about a girl. “Hey Angel” wasn’t a conventional love ballad. Music is, first of all, music. It is ABOUT music, refers back to music that has established a presence in its genre, shows what Harold Bloom called the “anxiety of influence.” “Olivia” is ABOUT love as much as it is ABOUT “Penny Lane.” “Hey Angel” is evoking obsessive love as much as it is an homage to “Bittersweet Symphony.” Honesty in music means an integrity to the truth of the music, and a smart understanding of it– of what music is trying to say, and how songs are linked. This is especially important for Harry, whose debut album is supposed to be heavily influenced by his understanding of rock ‘n roll. For instance, imho, the bass riff in “Ever Since New York” quoted from “Baby Blue” is intentional. By evoking it, ESNY is trying to influence our interpretation of ESNY, almost like an Easter egg thrown in to the music. Read the Wikipedia entry on “Baby Blue.” It’s a kicker.

2. Honesty in music doesn’t mean it’s literally autobiographical. Louis said his fav song in MITAM was “Love You Goodbye.” Did it mean Larry split up? We got a million hours of Next-To-You during MITAM promo. “End of the Day” wasn’t about a literal couple at a literal party. Pop music uses romantic imagination to tell stories in metaphors. Sometimes it’s darkly confessional. Sometimes it’s humorous. But always, the lyrics have been created by someone telling a story– they’re fictional. There may be truths in the sentiment of the songs; only the person who wrote it knows for sure.

3. Harry is a songwriter who likes shock and surprise. He likes jokes of all kinds– from dorky, groan-worthy jokes (“A cow says moo.”) to musical jokes. He likes writing provocative songs that invite speculation: “Something Great,” with Louis singing only the last lines, “Stockholm Syndrome” with its bondage imagery. It’s valid to speculate that “Carolina” is about cocaine. Harry probably anticipated this and enjoyed the thought of his fandom wildly speculating. He’s not going to tell. Who’s the “Sweet Creature”? He’s not going to tell (not until much, much later). Speculation SELLS SONGS. It’s great for business. It creates buzz.

4. There are a lot of ways to listen to songs. There’s the relaxed enjoyment of just having good music in your ears. There’s the intellectual understanding of musical theory and structure. There’s imagination about the true subject of the songs. In any case, I recommend not letting music cause any anxiety. Music, like creative writing or even non-fictional writing, is therapeutic for the artist. When Harry writes about heartbreak, he isn’t only reliving the heartbreak. In a way, he has made peace with it, and has transformed it into art. The fact that the lyrics seem so evocative and REAL means the songwriters did a good job. They made us FEEL something. Harry himself has moved on. We don’t need to feel angst for his life– he is a grown man, a professional artist. The music is exorcism for some ghosts, both in his personal life, and in his musical expression– these are songs that show his digestion and transformation of the music inside him. You can see how happy he was performing in the Today concert. The music is his craft and his livelihood. His obsession, now, is to present it well in performance, to do well in the charts, to collect accolades and respect. Remember this statement– doing well drives every aspect of his promo. His obsession isn’t the same as our obsession. The music is all new to us, but not to him. He has moved on. He is a musician, and it’s more important for him to get recognition as a musician.

Music is such an intimate way to communicate. It speaks to our imagination so directly and forcefully. It affects the most primitive parts of our brains, the limbic system, so closely tied to our instincts for survival: hunger, sex, fear, excitement, love, protectiveness. That’s why we have these unconscious and involuntary responses— it’s the damn nerves. Don’t blame yourself for responding to music the way you do. It’s built into your system, the way we all want to have good food and good sex. I want to send a little love to everyone who loves music in your own ways: you have feelings, you’re human, you’re alive. I love that you feel so intensely about music, because I do too.

Finally, it’s okay not to agree. It’s okay NOT to like Harry’s music. It’s okay to criticize the lyrics or music for artistic reasons. To me, being a fan means using my intelligence to judge merit for myself. Don’t beat yourself up for not liking something, and please don’t beat other people up. If you don’t like it, there are lots and lots and lots of other great music to listen to, I promise– music just as compelling, with just as great a backstory.

exmagicianwannabe  asked:

Hi! Can we please analyze their every move from Bughead's almost sex scene starting from the moment he says I love you?

Girl, let’s talk.

  • The way he just throw his beanie to the side, like it’s such an immediate casual decision, done with such determination and no hesitation.
  • HE SAID IT FIRST. We were all so ready for Betty to tell him after her scene with Alice but he said it first and he wasn’t nervous or unsure, he didn’t stammer his way through it. And then he said it again, because he just knows it to be true. 
  • The fact that he looks like he’s going to cry when she says it back, again with no hesitation, ended me. His shoulders look a little hunched like despite his certainty he’s always ready for rejection when facing someone he loves, but his eyes are so open and earnest and she says it back and he’s so thankful and relieved and in awe with the force that is Betty Cooper that he just can’t take it. 
  • Let us relive the moment when we were all like aww their song is playing, aww look at this more intense kiss like in episode 8, aww bughead is so pure- HE PICKED HER UP. 
  • And he full on grins it’s difficult to catch in the shot but he grins and she giggles and we all hit the floor. 
  • Oh so we probably aren’t gonna get any more bughead here we’re onto varchie now that’s cool- THAT ISN’T VARCHIE!! Jughead Jones, lonely emo writer boy has just picked up Betty Cooper and slammed her against the kitchen cabinets on top of the counter. Is this heaven? Is this what it’s like, it must be. 
  • They’ve been keeping some secrets from us because they’re like panting into each others mouths it’s barely even kissing anymore and Betty is like what is this top doing here I don’t need this???
  • And Jughead is all scrambly trying to help her get it off but his fingers can’t find purchase so he just chases hers until he gives up and just cups her neck and kisses her again. 
  • Betty Cooper is not to be outdone however, get the damn attractive sweater off, Juggie. We don’t need that anymore. 
  • So like how many times can we talk about the way his thumb rests on her chin and her jaw and her throat?? Like how many times is acceptable before we have to admit we’re insane????
  • Betty mouthing ‘yes’. Enough said. 
  • Jughead has a thing for Betty’s neck, this much is completely obvious and I’m living. 
  • Betty’s knee is hitched up Jughead’s side as far as his hand was tucked beneath her skirt and I think my soul just left my body.
  • Jughead kissing Betty’s neck, moving lower to her shoulder and then stop the damn presses. Mr Jones has just grazed his teeth against her collarbone. I’m so not ok. Boy knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing gooooood.
  • And then coitus interruptus. Damn you Southside Serpents, damn you. (but also praise you for giving Juggie leather. Just, thank you. Sincerely.)

If anybody has anything to add then I’m so game. 

anonymous asked:

april im so stressed and ik i shouldnt be after that soulmate shit they gave us but... bellamy thinks clarke is dead. and its been 6 YEARS so don't you think he moved on? and probably w raven bc they showed us them having a 'connection' and idk. im just sad about this whole thing. i hate to be negative but i had hope abt them until the end and i cant spend 9 months feeling like this :(

No, I don’t think Bellamy has truly moved on and I think we’ll see that in their reunion. Clarke thinks Bellamy is dead and she hasn’t moved on and a sexual relationship, or indeed another relationship period in no way interferes with the possibility of Bellarke. 

I think a lot of people see the “You with me?”/”Always.” conversation as a setup for potential Br/ven but like…that conversation was about….Clarke. It makes no sense to pick and choose which parts of a conversation you are going to consider when dissecting it for evidence:

Raven: “You think we can do this without her (Clarke)?”

Bellamy: “If we don’t, she (Clarke) died in vain and I’m not going to let that happen.” (He will not let Clarke’s sacrifice be for nothing or be forgotten, he is going to ensure that the 7 of them on the Ring survive because Clarke gave her life for them.)

We see Raven’s face, she is crying. She is crying because she thinks her friend is dead. She is crying because she thinks her friend has died sacrificing her life for them. This is not a romantic moment. 

Bellamy: “You with me?” (Considering Bellamy had the lines directly before this, it stands to reason he’s asking Raven if she’s with him in ensuring that Clarke’s legacy continues.)

Raven: “Always.” (Raven has is promising to work towards keeping Clarke alive through them here.)

Bellamy and Raven are grieving right now neither of them are thinking about anything but Clarke here and to take a moment that is so clearly about grief and turn it into a romantic segue isn’t cool. If Bellamy and Raven are going to be a thing at some point, it will happen over the course of next Season, but I seriously doubt it. 

And the ending shot?

There’s literally a person sized space between them, because Clarke has always been there:

You can also compare this to how closely Bellamy and Clarke stand next to one another:

And then compare that to how close Bellamy and Raven typically stand next to one another:

Bellamy, Raven and Clarke are a team, especially last Season, when there was no real conflict between Bellamy and Clarke so they used Raven to provide it. 

Let’s also not forget that in 4x12, the episode before this, Bellamy was literally willing to leave Raven to die, alone on Science Island, with no regrets, but when he realized that they left Clarke to die, all alone, on Earth, his response was:

“I left her. I left her and we die, anyway.”

Clarke is Bellamy’s person. And when he realizes that she’s alive…oh boy.

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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I think people are forgetting how well Silver played everyone in 405 

Even though we knew he would never betray Flint we were actually convinced that he was going to. Why? Because Silver can act. Better than we ever thought he could. Yet Hands, Billy, the crew AND the audience are still underestimating him in this situation now

Silver told Billy to kill Flint in 405

Now he’s telling 6 men to go kill him in 408 

Events are being repeated like they have been throughout this season yet people are STILL believing what is being fed to them

And look.. we know there is going to be some sort of twist. It’s what will make it, as Luke said, his ‘favourite written episode’. We’ve always been right about how important Flint and Silver are to each other. Don’t let this fool you. Don’t be like Billy and fall into the trap of thinking it was that easy to turn them against each other. He has underestimated their relationship again. Just like he underestimated it before. 

Aftermath

Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.


“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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