i just like to think she's the change he needed


I couldn’t resist, he just looked like such a grump in the first pic I just had to, I almost wish I colored him gray for this… Almost. The sad thing is I wanna do more (already have a few ideas hehe) I need to stop… Or do I? Only time will tell. Once again cat Mr. Dinkles is from @tisbubb ’s “A little change” fanfic.

Oh and bonus art, I took another shot at drawing human au Branch, I’m kinda diggin’ scruffy wolfy Branch, I drew Poppy this time too, she looks… Interesting kinda chipmunkish, I think I was going for a Punky Brewster vibe. I wanted to make her hair as chaotic as Branch’s cuz she’s such an adorable mess. Now I might try some fic art with these two. I only half-heartedly colored it though cuz I kinda shit the bed on anatomy.

Ships Lost at Sea

A short little piece of fluff of a moment between Betty and Jughead shared on a couch. 

This ship inspires a need to write fluff like never before, it’s too cute and completely uncharted territory for me to be writing something so fluffy.

She wasn’t sure what they were. When Veronica had asked her why he had comforted her in such an intimate way she didn’t know what to say. She told her the truth he had been comforting her and she had found comfort in the most unlikely of places. That he was helping her through what had been one of the most difficult times of her life. She hadn’t even told her that they had kissed.

The pair  found themselves on the couch of the Blue and Gold offices well after school had finished and they had continued to work on the school paper, while the case of Jason Blossom had dried up for the time being. With his head resting on her lap Betty found herself reminiscing about the little touches they shared. The way he would reach for her hand as he walked her home and how in turn she would hold  on to his arm or placing her hand on his cheek. They were such simple gestures, on the surface so insignificant and inconsequential but to her they meant everything.

She absent mindedly moved her finger tips across his forehead, brushing away the hair that had settled there as he continued to read out his latest article to her as she listened attentively.

She didn’t want to put a label on it, what was occurring between them. She felt as though they were two ships lost at sea who had found each other. They both had their own problems, both trying to survive being a teenager with their own separate challenges. Her with a mum who was protective to the degree of being psychotic and him with a dad who just couldn’t get it right. It was this that brought them together in addition to their need to find Jason Blossom’s killer. Maybe that was why they both had latched onto this case as an interest, it was something else to focus on rather than the homes that they came from and the perceptions of who they should be that they were trying so desperately to distance themselves from.

The others didn’t get it, Archie’s dad was supportive and kind, Veronica’s mum cared for her daughter in a way that Betty envied, and Kevin had his dad supporting him through his coming out and the towns reaction, he would protect his son through it all. But her and Jughead they knew what it was like when your parents didn’t quite measure up the way you hoped they would, they understood what it felt like to be disappointed by your parents again and again and needing a soft place to land. Maybe that was what they were to each other a soft place to land.

“Betts, are you listening?” The change in his voice broke her away from her thoughts and she realised that he had now finished and was looking at her expectedly for her response.

“Sorry Juggie I just drifted off.” She explained. Turning her head away from him.

“Somewhere nice?” He asked intrigued as to where her thoughts had taken her.

“Not really. Just thinking.”

“I assume about my mind altering article on why our school mascot is a mongoose. Thanks again for the plum assignment.” He stated sarcasm tingeing his voice.

“It’s been a slow news week.” She explained. “But you have done wonders with it.”

“Good.” He smiled up at her, moving aside the printed article to rest on his chest and closed his eyes, as she continued to play with his hair.

He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones sharing an intimate moment. He had been afraid that once their friends had found about them that she would have distanced herself, that maybe this was a phase she was going through and while it was behind closed doors it was fine but outside in the real world where everyone could see that he wouldn’t be enough.

When he had been dragged away from school in the Sherrif Keller’s car he was sure that that would be the final nail in the coffin. The gorgeous golden girl Betty Cooper would not want to be associated with a suspected murderer. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks and a criminal record. But there she had been, holding his hands, reassuring him that she knew who he was she knew the real him and there was such trust in her eyes that he had felt safer just knowing that she was on his side. That if she was there he could make it through.

He found himself reaching for her constantly needing to feel her skin, her presence near him. It calmed him knowing that she was close.

They hadn’t talked about their relationship, he didn’t want to jinx it, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. He knew their friends were calling them ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and they hadn’t corrected them.

“Can I?” Her voice broke into his thoughts and he noticed that she was motioning to his beanie. He nodded and she removed it, delicately placing it on the armrest of the couch. Her fingers returned to move through his hair, fingertips brushing against his scalp as he moaned his approval. She continued to massage his scalp delighting in the sounds he was making, knowing that she could bring him some peace. They stayed that way for a while her fingers moving across his scalp, directed at the areas that produced the greatest response. He felt like he was dreaming, completely at rest, safe in her arms.

“Betts,” He whispered to her even though they were the only two in the room.

“Yeah.” She whispered back

“We are going to stick together aren’t we? Through this even after we find out who killed Jason, if we do?” He kept his eyes closed not sure he could look straight into her eyes while he asked her. This was the most directly they had spoken about what was going on between them.

“I would like that Juggie.” He opened his eyes to find her smiling down at him, he could lose himself in those eyes. They felt like home. He shifted his body to move up and capture her lips with his. Before resting his head again in her lap, his arm moving to around her shoulders and closing his eyes. Safe and content he felt as though his ship had finally come into port.

Special Instructions (2/?)

Summary: Drunk Emma really likes pizza. She also really happens to like the cute delivery guy who seems content to carry out all of her wishes via the “Special Instructions” box on the website. (AO3)
Rating: M (lots of unnecessary cursing, sexy times in later chapters)
Word Count: ~3300
Chapters: One

i’m shocked by the feedback on this ridiculous fic haha, thanks all. for the fans of hot mess emma, ch3 is the chapter for you lol

reader requested tags: @lenfaz @ilovemesomekillianjones  (and @stubble-sandwich because lbr you pretty much are the reason i didn’t abandon this idea when i was playing around a couple months ago)


Special instructions: would u buy us more beer? like a lot. i will pay u

“Oh my god, Ems, I think Robin and Regina are getting it on in your room.”

She jumped at the sound of Ruby’s voice yelling in her ear over the sound of the music, then let out a whiny groan.

“Gross, on my bed?” she asked, disgusted at the thought of having to wash her linens before sleeping in them. She was buzzed enough to enjoy the atmosphere but not enough to let her friends fuck in her apartment. “Ugh, let me go stop them before I have to light my mattress on fire.”

Her movements were stilted and she stumbled a little as she walked down her hall. Sure enough, her door was shut and a sock hung from the knob. Her fist banged on the wood.

“Don’t you guys fucking dare! Go to your own apartments for this shit or I’m never inviting you over again. This isn’t college,” she shouted. A muffled grunt that sounded sort of like an apology came from the other side and she figured she’d leave and at least give them a few minutes to collect themselves.

“Emma! Where’s the beer?”

The question came from her brother who was currently losing (horrendously) at beer pong to Elsa, who had surprising accuracy for someone who was drunker than most people in the room.

“Uh, we’re out. I was about to go walk to the convenience store around the corner to get some more.”

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We Sang Along To The Start of Forever

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written by: Emily | @prosciuttoe

prompt: ‘i’m a prince/ss from a small country nobody’s heard of and i’m in college pretending not to be royal and you’re another student who’s always calling me out on my bs’ for anonymous

word count: 7973

Going to college is one of those things that Clarke has been preparing for her entire life. She has to really, considering that an extensive amount of research and preparation is required when you’re the Princess of a dated and stupidly antiquated form of government.

(Granted, the extent of her research only goes as far as to adding The Princess Diaries to her Netflix queue, but technicalities.)

Or: Clarke’s college experience would be a lot more pleasant if Bellamy Blake stopped trying to figure her out.


Going to college is one of those things that Clarke has been preparing for her entire life. She has to really, considering that an extensive amount of research and preparation is required when you’re the Princess of a dated and stupidly antiquated form of government.

(Granted, the extent of her research only goes as far as to adding The Princess Diaries to her Netflix queue, but technicalities. )

Still, none of it could have prepared her for Bellamy Blake.

The first time she meets him, he’s arguing with the professor about the required reading list.

It’s not like she means to listen in on their conversation, but he’s one of those people that you can’t help but notice—all bronzed skin and muscles and artfully mussed hair. Coupled with the way he’s furiously gesticulating with his hands and the frazzled expression on his face, and, well. She’ll admit that she’s sufficiently intrigued.

“This is a Politics and Literature course, Mr. Blake,” the professor huffs, exasperated. “The whole point of the course involves looking at how fiction helps understand and express politics.”

The guy— last name Blake, Clarke reminds herself— looks distinctly put out by that. “And I don’t have a problem with that,” he points out, folding his arms across his chest. “What I do have a problem with is how all the books on the reading list are drawn from the same historical and cultural setting.”

A quick glance at the syllabus confirms it, but —

“Actually,” she pipes up, tapping at the sheet before her, “The White Tiger is set in India, so…”

He turns the full-force of his glare on her, then, brow arched. “It’s one novel on a list of twelve,” he says, dismissive. “That’s hardly enough.”

I agree, she doesn’t get to say, before he’s sweeping his gaze over her — disdain clear as he takes in the MacBook perched on her lap, to the watch strapped to her wrist, and all the way down to her newly polished shoes.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Princess,” he says, venomous, and she can practically feel her hackles rising in response.

Bristling, she opens her mouth, a retort already forming on her tongue, when she receives a swift kick to the ankle, startling her enough that she squeaks instead.

Scowling, she shifts her gaze over to Roan. A bodyguard had been one of the stipulated conditions to this whole arrangement, and he’d been her pick mostly because she’s gotten used to his hulking presence over the years. There’s also the added bonus factor of his notorious unflappability and calm even in the most trying of situations—which explains why he’s currently regarding her with nothing but an arched brow and a pointed widening of his eyes; a wordless reminder of the need to be inconspicuous. Or at least subtle enough to not bring attention to herself (and by extension, her status) on the first day of school.

Slumping over in her seat, she relents, hiding her glower behind a curtain of hair.

It doesn’t seem to placate Blake all that much, if the irritated half-snort he gives is any indication. Still, he skulks back to his seat, plopping down in the chair directly behind hers.

The first half an hour of class passes by without issue, and she finds herself relaxing halfway through, against her better judgment, focusing on the lecture itself and jotting down notes during the lulls. Her gaze drifts on over to Blake, from time to time, but only because he’s one of the few seated within her vicinity. His handwriting is a angry scrawl, and she thinks she catches a glimpse of a B in his first name as well. When he’s not scribbling out notes or shooting everyone else dirty looks, he’s chewing on the cap of his pen, fingers tapping out a distracting rhythm on the tabletop.

He catches her gaze soon after, and she flushes at the realization that he caught her staring.

“What?” she challenges, before he can get a word out. “You have something to say to me?”

“Not really,” he smirks, his gaze roving over her once more, lingering at the ID badge she has slung over her neck. “So. You’re a freshman.”

It’s a statement rather than a question, but she nods anyway.

“Wow,” he drawls. There’s a kind of smugness to it that suggests that he’s gotten exactly what he wanted from her affirmation alone, and it makes her want to do questionable things, like stomp on his foot. “That’s pretty impressive, considering how this course has a required class standing that I’m sure a freshman like yourself has yet to fulfill.”

It’s difficult to keep her surprise from showing at that, and she has to bite at her lip to keep from gaping. Shit. It’s certainly not unexpected, though, considering her mother’s influence, and Clarke had only skimmed through the course catalogue before picking out the courses that appealed to her most. Taking a deep breath, she shoots him a tight smile, praying that it comes off convincing. “Well, I guess I had enough transferral credits.”

You’re a transfer?” he scoffs, narrowing his eyes over at her. “Where from?”

She blinks, her gaze landing on Roan for a split-second. “Mecha,” she says smoothly, the lie coming easy. “But I was looking for a change in scenery, so.”

“You transferred from Mecha,” he says, dubious, “to Ark U?”

“That’s right,” she says, jutting her chin out defiantly. “Like I said, I needed a change.”

He mulls over that, his expression contemplative. Then, with a half-hearted shrug of his shoulders, he says, “You know, you could have just admitted that you’re a trust fund kid and I would have let it go, right?”

This time, she can’t quite hold back on her offended gasp. “What?

“Wait, I think I got it,” he continues, his voice taking on a mocking edge. “You have a parent on the college admissions board.”


“So, they made a sizable donation to the school and I’m going to see a—” he pauses, squinting over at her ID, “—Clarke Griffin wing in a few months, right? Arts or Sciences, you think?”

Neither,” she hisses, seething. Vaguely, she’s aware that everyone else is getting up from their seats, the rising noise level signalling that class is over. “God, I don’t even know why I’m still standing here trying to justify myself to you, when—”


The voice snags at her attention, and she turns away from him to look at the source of the intrusion. She’s pretty, Clarke thinks, with startling green eyes, a sharp jaw and hair trailing down to her back, and it doesn’t occur to her that it’s Blake she’s referring to until he says, “I’ll be there in a minute, O.”

Well. At least she finally can put a name to the face.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran hcs on taking care of their and MC's child/ren?



  • y’all daughter was pretty quiet
  • He panics whenever he leaves the room for one second because she doesn’t make a sound
  • prays that you come back home so you can watch her
  • Freaks out when she starts crying
  • Calls you to ask what he should do
  • “She either needs to be changed, hungry or tired. If that doesn’t work just talk to her.”
  • The baby wanted attention from her father
  • you didn’t think your husband could get any more cute
  • but when you came home and saw him and your bundle of joy sleeping together on the ground. You thought otherwise.
  • many pictures were taken


  • selfies
  • you swear your daughter is going to love her reflection like her father
  • “Zen I love you and our daughter but stop sending m selfies every two seconds.”
  • He’s pretty good with a child honestly
  • almost like when she starts crying he automatically knows what she wants
  • he tries to practice with her but he ends up cooing at her when she tries to sing to him
  • “I know zen I’ve heard.”
  • He puts sunglasses and a big hat on her head when he has to go somewhere with him, she’s a celebrity too!


  • you both adopted twins! thank god they aren’t identical
  • Jaehee has everything down to the point when she takes care of them
  • tries to keep them on a good schedule 
  • Jaehee please they are 1 year olds..
  • Best mother. Talk shit about her kids you get hit into the next century.
  • Very loving. When alone she will baby talk to them, and ask them questions about simple things.
  • Likes to keep you updated on things that the babies do
  • “Mc our kids are trying to form words!”
  • fangirls over how cute they are


  • His pride and joy
  • he has no clue how to take care of his son
  • he actually calls you every few minutes to figure out what to do.
  • but he actually tries to do something before calling
  • “Mc I tried to calm him down with Elizabeth 3rd and a bottle but he won’t stop crying.”
  • “Maybe he wants to play with you! Take some of his toys and play with him in the living room. He likes the blocks the most.”
  • He tries to take pictures but we all know that he can’t
  • well, until he took one single perfect picture of his son sleeping with Elizabeth 3rd curled up at his head
  • He CRIED
  • that photo is copied and framed 


  • When he found out you was having twin girls he flipped
  • yes the seven having twins thing is overdone but I can see a twin having twins is pretty possible 
  • He makes them their own one of a kind toys that doesn’t fucking spit fire
  • He actually tries to teach them how to hack
  • it ends up with the girls bashing the keyboard while seven cries
  • He makes an effort to take care of them better than his bitch ass mother
  • Fun dad
  • He pokes their noses and watched them stick their tongue out at him
  • Those girls are a family meme

V(Not requested but I wanna add hiM)

  • He got the fucking surgery so he can see his son
  • He cried alot
  • “Jihyun are you ok? Do you want me to take him?”
  • “Mc i’m so happy that we have a handsome baby boy. I’m so happy that I can see our boy grow up and make us proud.”
  • Takes many pictures when left alone with him
  • He’s kinda a pushover kind of dad
  • He let’s the boy get away with stuff
  • so natural with this boy???
  • You can’t believe it????


  • He stares at his daughter a lot
  • that “Your going to be just like HER.” thing lingers in his mind a lot
  • very surprised that he now has a little person to take care of
  • touches her to see if he’s dreaming
  • he relies on you alot to help him since….you know
  • He’s good with protecting her from Saeyoung
  • You can see that he’s going to do the same thing when she gets old enough to date
  • Saeran likes to take hourly naps with her. He puts her next to him (on her back cause he learned that it’s not a good thing to let an infant lay on their stomach for long) and he lays next to her and falls into a peaceful sleep
  • you think it’s adorable while he’ll never admit to it

anonymous asked:

do you know if otabek is 18 or 19? in eps 10 and 11 it was said he was 18, then in ep 12 he was 19 and the wiki says 19? im confused. Ep 10 and 11 were after oct 31

I was very confused, too. The anime itself has done these kind of mash-ups before and no clarification was ever made. The wiki isn’t reliable or managed by some official source or anything, it’s fanbased, now looking like this: 

18 (Episode 1)

19 (Episode 12)

Now, I took the time to actually look through all those episodes. And, look, in Episode 1, his age isn’t mentioned, so no indication of what his age was during the previous season.

In episodes 10 and 11, there is Victor’s monologue about the skaters, in which he says Otabek is 18, but there’s also the official TV introductions of the skaters within the competition (beginning of 11), which is constructed like as it would show to the YOIverse audience at home, where he’s also 18. 

Then there seems to be a mix-up in Episode 12, making Otabek 19, both per someone else’s mention (Celestino) and also the introductory ‘TV clip’. The only truthful possibility is the creators fucked up and possibly mixed up Otabek and JJ (who’s all around 19) in the animation, just a technical mistake like the ‘Victor Niliforv’ in Episode 1.

I know we all like to believe there’s always a meaning behind everything artists do and like to treat these universes created by them like real worlds where everything has an explanation but sometimes it’s just artists going ‘well, shit happens’.

My favorite example:

My opinion is they just ‘forgot’ while advancing to the last episode lmao, and I stand by the fact that Otabek is 18 (going on 19) as it seems to be the initial age they had decided on.


The raven-haired boy held his hands underneath the running faucet inside the corner store’s restroom. His t-shirt and jacket laid crumbled on the floor on top of his backpack that was leaning against the wall. He took the bar of soap and ran it under the water, rubbing it until suds began to form. Once the soap was foamy enough in his hands, he began to scrub his arms, up to his elbows and then to his armpits taking a little extra time there. He had deodorant and body spray tucked away in that backpack of his.

Jughead Jones was homeless. This little sink was going to be his bath for right now. At least he didn’t have school the next day, but he didn’t want to walk around smelling like he walked out of a dumpster. He would shower at the school, but since it was Saturday morning and they were having some sort of sports game, he knew it would be too risky. Once his body seemed to be covered in soap, he took some water into his palms and began to rinse it off. He slipped off his beanie, tucking it into his back pocket and then used the soap bar to rinse his hair. He took the towel he had lifted from the locker rooms at school and began to dry himself off.

The situation he was in sucked. It was embarrassing but he had to make it work. He didn’t have much money on him and his dad would barely offer anything to him. Maybe he would offer one or two words of encouragement, but words can’t buy food or clothes. He grabbed the deodorant from his bag and rubbed it onto his armpits. Taking a quick sniff of himself, he nodded in approval. Jughead got changed, packing up his bath supplies and slipped out the beanie from his back pocket. He adjusted it onto his head and draped the backpack over his shoulders. Walking out of the bathroom, he snatched a few candy bars and went to the counter. The clerk looked at Jughead and then started to scan the bars. Jughead hadn’t noticed the droplets of water sliding down his face until they dripped onto the counter.

The teen paid for the bars and then walked out, unwrapping one of the chocolate bars. He took a bite from it and then started down the sidewalk. He munched away and surveying the neighborhood. Inside the teen’s mind was his plot about where he was going to sleep. Which house was empty or had a for sale sign? It wasn’t going to take long to figure out how to shimmy through a window or unlock the door. However, he did have to watch out for those alarms. The last time he pried open a window, a loud beeping started and dogs in the neighborhood started to bark. Before he could close the window, he took off running in the opposite direction. He managed to find an empty warehouse and sought shelter until the cops passed, but then he ended up falling asleep.

All that remained of the candy was its wrapper. He headed to the nearby park, tossed the wrapper into the trash can and went to sit down at a picnic table. He set his bag down and exhaled. The silence broke when he heard his nickname. The boy turned his head in the direction and saw his friend, Betty approaching him with a cute smile on her lips.

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Originally posted by tinysofia

Summary: You faint while on the journey and that causes feelings to surface.

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Word Count: 1,037

Warnings: Its quite shit lmfao. I’m not happy with it.

Requested by: @clairese1980

A/n: I’m absolutely shit at writing romantic scenes because I absolutely have no experience with relationships at all lmfao. So beware the last part is pretty bad.

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Adventures in Babysitting

So here it is! The sequel to THIS thing which was supposed to be just a prompt answer. I had several people ask me for a sequel and it still baffles me that you guys basically *want* to read my stuff (instead of me throwing it out there, hoping). If you prefer AO3, the second part will be HERE soon.

Now on with the story (more under the cut cause it’s really long)

The phone rings just as Mulder is about to leave his apartment. He stops, looks at his watch: 8.43 a.m. He and Scully never decided on a time last night, but he’s been on the road with her plenty of times. If they don’t have anywhere to be, if there’s no plane waiting, an autopsy or other extraterrestrial tasks, Scully likes to take her time. Mulder figures arriving just after 9 a.m. at her place should neither be too late, nor too early.

The phone keeps ringing, a nagging sound that makes it impossible to leave. What if it’s important? Yet, he doesn’t pick it up. Because what if it’s Scully? Telling him she’s changed her mind and she doesn’t want him to come over. He stares at the book in his hand, “I want to be an astronaut”, a gift for Hannah. The thought of not seeing her, of Scully pushing him away, is unbearable and so he just stands there and waits. Finally, his answering machine springs to life. Mulder braces himself, just in case. If it really is Scully, and who else would call him on a Saturday morning?, then he is just going to pretend he never got the message. It’s sleazy and selfish, but he feels no shame.

“Hello Fox,” Mulder frowns upon hearing the voice on his machine and he is glad he didn’t pick up the phone for entirely different reasons than fear, “It’s Diana. There’s this highly interesting case I found and I thought maybe we could spend the weekend looking it over. Spend some time together. I guess you’re out on a run so just give me a call when you’re back.” Mulder listens to the beep, then he quickly walks over to the answering machine, pushes a button and is on his way.

“Message deleted.” Chimes just as he closes the door behind him.

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Highlights from the Rebecca Mader panel at Storytelling Con, Barcelona, April 22, 2017

  • Asked about visiting Prague:  “My favorite thing to do in Prague is just to walk around the old part, walk over the bridges, drink the wine and eat the food.  I ate and drank so much in Prague it was fantastic.  A really beautiful city.”
  • Asked about Elizabeth Mitchell:  She missed working with her on Once Upon a Time but loved working with her on Lost.
  • About Zelena’s relationship with Hades:  “That died a death didn’t it?  Zelena and Hades no more.  […]  Being with Hades was the first time Zelena has ever been in a romantic relationship with a man or a woman.  It definitely changed her.  It broke down some walls around her heart.  […]  He was awful.  She can do way better than him.  He’s an amazing actor.  I think she deserves to be with someone who doesn’t want to murder her sister.  You know what i mean?  […]  I need some new blood.  Someone new.”
  • If Regina and Zelena weren’t sisters would she ship them:  “Yeah.  It doesn’t matter because in real life we’re just Bex and Lana.”  What story would you like for them?  “To be lesbian lovers you mean?  I’d watch it!  It would have to be on cable or netflix.  And for them not to be related.  Just girlfriends, not sisters, two strong women?  I ship it.”
  • Why she became an actor and move to the US:  “I always wanted to be an actress but I couldn’t afford to go to college.  So I just decided fuck I’m going to move to America and see what happens.  So I moved to America with $200 and said I’m going to be an actress!  And everyone said okay… and I showed them.  Haters gonna hate….”
  • What would you like to be if you weren’t an actress:  “I don’t have a plan B.  I always wanted to be an actress so I did it.  I don’t have an plan B.  If it all goes wrong I’ll just have to do it at home.”
  • Asking about Glinda:  “Yeah I love it when there are lots of Wizard of Oz characters.  Tomorrow night, because you’ll all be watching illegally on your laptops, is a big episode for my character where you’ll get to meet the Tin Man and maybe the Cowardly Lion.  I think it would be great if Glinda came back at some point.  She’s beautiful.”
  • Bex cannot remember the Lost numbers.
  • Bex wants Star Wars characters added to Once Upon a Time.
  • How does she view Regina blaming Zelena for the death of Robin:  “It was not my fault!  I didn’t do it!  I didn’t kill him!  I killed Hades for her!  I’m FINE!  I literally killed my boyfriend to save my sister.  You’re welcome.  Regina lives because of me.”
  • FMK:  Emma, Rumple, Regina.  F: Emma, M: Regina, K: Rumple.  Because Regina would cook for her and be a good wifie.  “That’s a whole new tv show!  I’d watch it.”
  • If Zelena had a pet what would it be:  “A flying monkey.  And a broomstick.  And if you ever don’t see my baby in a scene, they’re like ‘the flying monkeys are taking care of it.  They’re good nannies.”
  • A love interest from Lost for Zelena:  Sawyer.
  • Funny stuff between the cast:  She directs people to Snapchat and she suggests Lana is always trying to feed her and make her fat.   
  • Favorite character on Grey’s anatomy:  “The hot guy who is always moody and works in peds.  And then like the hot blond lesbian.  I love her.  If I had a sick baby I’d take her to her stat.”
  • Promises that we’ll see some “sister stuff” in the coming episodes.
  • Question about Zelena finding true love, someone suggests Emma, “Sorry Hook.  Maybe she should break up their relationship.”  More suggestions about Zelena and Belle.  “At the end of this season I don’t know that she’ll find true love.  She’s still getting over that Hades thing.”  But says she doesn’t need a man.
  • Favorite ship on the show:  “Zelena and her broomstick.”
  • Favorite bloopers:  “When i forget a line I say such awful things.  There is a reason I’m not on the blooper reel much because when I forget a line I immediately swear.  Once my sister came to visit me in Vancouver in September and we were in Mr. Gold’s shop and Regina, she was the Evil Queen, and there was Rumple, and my sister was by what we call video village where the monitors are and I walked up to the Evil Queen and ‘FUCK!  I forgot what my fucking line was!’ and I heard my sister in the back scream and that made it so much worse.  I don’t even remember what the question was.”
  • Favorite life advise:  “Be yourself.  Piss off hater.  Do you.  Just do you boo.  And whatever you are doing in life just don’t give up.  And when things are really awful and you just want it to be over and you don’t want to do it anymore it never feels the same the next day.  Hashtag ThisToShallPass.”
  • What it was like working with Barbara Hershey:  “Awh mama.  Barbara Hershey was wicked.  She’s really kind.  She had really good candy.  I had a bit of a love affair with Barbara Hershey.  We fell in love and she would like hold my hand.  We had these beautiful scenes with Barbara, Lana and me, and before we shoot while the cameras were rolling we would just hold hands and look into each other’s eyes and just say ‘I love you’.  The three of us together was magical.”
  • Would she like to have a romance with King Arthur:  “A bit weird because Liam is a very good friend and I know his fiance so I’m going to say no.”
  • She’s only ever been to an airport in Sweden.  But she’d like to go there and see more then the airport.
  • What does she think about the Black Fairy:  “I love her.  I’ve known the actress who plays her Jaime Murray, for seven years.  Jaime Murray is an amazing actress.  But it’s nice.  We’re the same age.  We’re both English.”  About the final battle:  “Buckle up for safety, it’s about to get real.”
  • Memorizing dialogue:  She learns each line and then the second, and then goes back to the first and does both, and then goes onto the third, and repeats until she learns all of it.  She credits doing soup opera acting.
Evermore Reprise (headcanon/ mini-fanfic)

So I have been musing amongst the land of Beauty and the Beast Headcanons in my brain (specifically Belle and Adam as parents posted here) While I am still contemplating whether or not to dive into writing a full on fanfic, this little scene where Adam holds his little girl for the first time just begged to be written. Enjoy! 

The first few rays of dawn had begun to spill into the west wing. It was the first official day of spring. Somewhere in the garden a lone songbird was trilling their cheerful melody. Adam sighed, taking in the moment. His beloved Belle lay against his shoulder, exhausted, their newborn baby girl in her arms. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Adam?” Belle murmured. 

Adam gently kissed Belles head. “Just like her mother.”

 There were wisps of chestnut hair crowning her tiny head, her little lips exactly like Belle’s. But the eyes that stared back at him were identical to his own. She had his eyes. His mother’s eyes. It was almost too surreal to comprehend. 

“Little Amélie Rose.” He breathed, examining her tiny fingers.

“You’re sure you like the name?” Belle asked, glancing up at him.

“Of course! It is perfect. Just like our little girl. Amélie for my mother. Rose for yours. I still find it charming that that is why you love the flower so much, by the way.” Adam teased.

Belle smiled weakly. “Well I’m glad you like it.” She yawned. “I just wanted to be sure because after today we are not changing it.”

Adam laughed “It was a rose that brought you into my life, my darling. Because of that I can forgive the flower for the part it played in the enchantress’s curse.”

Belle nodded sleepily. “I think I need to sleep now, my dear. Would you hold her?”

“Are you sure? She’s so tiny…”

“You’ll be fine.” Belle assured, positioning the baby in his arms. “There you are sweetheart. Come see your papa.”

Adam could feel a tear well in his eyes as Belle spoke the words. Papa. He was a Papa. “She really is incredible, isn’t she?” he breathed.

Belle mumbled an agreement but was already half asleep. Smiling Adam got up from the bed and carried his little girl over to a chair near the balcony where he could watch the sunrise. He looked down at the precious girl in his arms.  Amélie Rose. His daughter. As the golden streaks of dawn filled the sky, he quietly sang…

“I was the one who had it all
A second chance to change my fate
I had all I needed in my life
now this new life awaits…

I’ll try to chase away the pain
So close your eyes ‘cause I’m right here
As you steal into my ever-growing heart
It all becomes so clear

Now I know I’ll never leave you
Even as you grow someday
I will still protect you, calm you, teach you,
love you, come what may

Livening these ivory towers
dancing through that open door
Just call my name, I’ll walk right in
And be with you for evermore

I marvel at these gifts of love
I watch the fading of the night
Though I know you’ll fly so far beyond what I can teach
I’m never far from sight

Now I know I’ll never leave you
As my old life fades from view
You will now inspire me, be a part of
Everything I do

Livening these ivory towers
dancing through that open door
Just call my name, I’ll walk right in
And as this bright new life begins
I’ll see you through it, lose or win
With you here for evermore…”

little details in fantastic beasts that i gasped/screamed at/loved:

  • at his macusa hearing they say newt’s older brother was a war hero
  • which gives me a totally different perspective on newt’s childhood and life
  • he’s the carefree, daring, wild younger brother who can’t fit in, living under the shadow of his amazing brother like how must that have affected his development as a person
  • (btw newt was friends with leta because they were both outsiders which makes my heart hurt)
  • worrying means you suffer twice” A PLUS NEWT A PLUS
  • also newt just like casually handing jacob heavy duty protection and tossing him into the fray
  • grindelwald snarling at newt in the interrogation room, wondering how albus dumbledore could possibly find this young unassuming man so amazing, so likable, so defendable 
  • (also i’m like 150% sure newt scamander was rubeus hagrid’s personal hero)
  • the necklace graves gives credence is the deathly hallows symbol aka gellert grindelwald’s claimed sign
  • i saw that lil flash and s c r e a m e d 
  • also i find percival graves and porpentina goldstein’s relationship so interesting
  • like they must have worked together as aurors
  • percival looks the sorriest when the president orders tina out of headquarters
  • and he comes downstairs straightaway to see her after that incident in the dusty macusa basement
  • and tina looks so betrayed when he shackles her alongside newt and jacob
  • what must their relationship have been like? mentor and mentee? close friends? colleagues? just something that’s been on my mind
  • aka “mother’s here” like can he be any more precious ?????
  • “wilds of arizona”. just…like i never thought i would hear that phrase ever lol
  • newt being dragged away in chains, desperately begging macusa not to harm his creatures, that they’re not dangerous, that they’re not dangerous, please don’t hurt them
  • queenie calling jacob honey
  • teasing her sister for being the careerwoman and tina looking embarrassed but proud
  • queenie casually strolling through macusa with the intent of busting her friends and sister outta there
  • trying loads of unlocking spells until jacob (bless his muggle soul) just kicks the damn door down
  • tina seeing her mother in the pool 
  • thinking about her relationship with her mother and how much she must have missed her parents, especially since they died at such an early age
  • newt begging tina to trust him, that he’ll catch her, and her visible hesitation
  • she must have had such a difficult life but is still so capable of love and affection and trust #porpentinagoldsteinisabamf
  • also that spell the goldstein sisters do to change their clothes like i need that
  • also newt’s small concession to fashion when he changes his fun bowtie into something a tad more formal
  • newt casually asking jacob how people trust him so quickly
  • that passing remark that people generally find newt annoying, like it’s so matter-of-fact, made me :’(
  • the tears in newt’s eyes when he’s saying farewell to jacob
  • jacob’s unabashed delight at seeing all these magical creatures and hearkening back to his wild days on the expedition teams in wwi
  • also can we take a moment to realize that jacob is a veteran and he’s probably seen so much grief and heartbreak and death and he is still so upbeat and helpful and purely genuinely excited at seeing new amazing things
  • and all he wants to do is open a bakery and make people happy like :’)
  • but they made us cocoa!”
  • jacob and queenie bonding over their grandfathers’ birds and mutual love of cooking
  • that little spring in tina’s step after newt asks if he can come back in person
  • not to mention newt’s lil pause on the gangway and that brief moment when he stands, contemplating, and then hurries away
  • jacob’s hand reflexively reaching for his murtlap bite as queenie smiles at him
  • that deja vu moment when newt bumps into jacob and leaves him the silver occamy shells
  • remembering and trying to help his friend fulfill his lifelong dream
  • every single second of newt’s erumpent mating dance
  • pickett blowing a raspberry after newt’s stern little talk about sulking

if you have more fun lil tidbits you caught, please add!! i’d love to see what you guys saw too :) 

One more (Pt.4)

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you do one where y/n is dealing with alcohol/drug addiction and one night Yoongi (or bts reaction) accidentally finds out ?

Warnings: Alcohol abuse mention

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3

Originally posted by no-ass-namjoon

There you were standing stupidly awestruck at the sight of Yoongi’s ex girlfriend all over him. You wanted to explode into a bunch of yelling like in the movies but nothing came out of your throat. You’d only seen pictures and heard of her but seeing her in person made you physically see the comparison of the two of you. She gave a warm smile towards you.

“Oh, You guys got a new friend? She’s so pretty.” She said, complimenting you. 

“Thank you..” You finally got out, not even having the words you wanted to say come out. 

She put her focus back onto Yoongi, smiling towards him. They looked good together and you couldn’t help but notice it. 

“Can we go upstairs now? It’s a little awkward with everyone staring.” She purred against his ear. 

You felt your hands clench by your sides as you felt all the members stares for your reaction. Instead of fighting you put on a smile, looking at Yoongi. His eyes widened at your expression, confused. 

“Y/N-….What are you doing here?”

You didn’t expect him to say anything to you so when he did you didn’t have answer prepared. After seeing your mood, Jimin spoke up instead. 

“I picked her up. Jin invited her over for dinner.”

Yoongi’s hands left the other girl’s side but he stopped himself for reaching over for you. You were the one who broke up with him and he had to remember that. You didn’t want him anymore. 

“Oh. Cool, Have fun you guys.” He added before taking the girl’s wrist and bringing her to his room without another word. 

After hearing the door shut everyone looked back at you and Taehyung came over to ruffle your hair.

“Just ignore him. He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he couldn’t give less of a shit about her and he said that a million times. He’s just doing it because he’s upset.”

When Taehyung heard you sniffling he looked back at you, lifting his hand from your head. He saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“L-like i’m not upset about it?” You protested. 

Jin sighed, walking over to you as he came out of the kitchen.

“He’s a little impulsive and immature sometimes. I don’t think he gets the point yet. It’s okay, Y/N.”

He tried to wipe your tears away for you but you pushed his hand away. 

“Let’s just eat, okay? It’s fine.”

You walked over to the table and sat down while the rest followed. Taehyung continuously tried to cheer you up and sometimes it would work. You just couldn’t get the mental image out of your brain. Maybe it was dumb of you to think he wouldn’t find someone else and maybe it was selfish of you to make him wait. You weren’t sure what to think of the situation anymore. Nonetheless, you carried out the rest of the dinner pretending as if it wasn’t the only thing you were thinking about.

You had a feeling that Jimin took notice on it, watching your every word and reaction. You smiled at him but he didn’t smile back and you knew that meant it was bothering him pretty badly too. Jimin suddenly stood front he table and went upstairs. You also knew where this was headed and ran after him. You managed to stop him on the stairs by grabbing his wrist.

“Jimin please don’t-”

“Someone needs to tell him Y/N! It’s like without you he’s an idiot and he’s messing up everything on his own!”

“It’s my fault, though. I broke up with him when I still love him and if he wants to see other people than that’s his deal.”

Jimin fully faced you, not believing what you were telling him.

“You broke up with him because you wanted to fix yourself and there’s nothing wrong with that. He’s just being self-destructive and you already knew he was like that. Someone needs to talk sense into him!” He yelled.

Yoongi stood at the top of the stairs, watching the two of you fight until he spoke up.

“Why does he get to be involved, huh?” He muttered.

Both of you stopped yelling at each other and turned to the older one standing before you. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your girlfriend?” You asked.

He seemed angered by the question, storming down the stairs. 

“You know she’s not my girlfriend, Y/N! Why do you even care, huh? You dumped me for wanting to be involved and here you are dragging Jimin into your problems. Why wouldn’t you just let me help you?”

“Because-…We….we all already know about your past. Even your fans know about your past! It’s depressing and sad and you struggled through that and i’m not going to bring you down again. Yoongi, some people have relapses for that sort of thing. It’s not positive, it’s not romantic, and it’s not something I want for you.” 

Yoongi’s eyes flickered at your words. 

“What about what I want then? I feel worse without you! Damn it why can’t you see that? All I want is you!”

You stopped yelling, seeing the girl from his room come out. She looked hurt and you figured that she really had no idea what had been going on with him since they broke up. At least that was a relief. 

She ran past the three of you and slammed the front door behind her. Jin finally stood from the table, having enough of the arguing. 

“Jimin he heard you loud and clear so drop it already. Y/N, You aren’t going home tonight. You’re staying here. Yoongi, please just stay out of trouble.”

The one person Yoongi never argued with was Jin and you assumed it was due to his age but then again he did have a secret amount of respect towards him. So, he did as he was told, chasing after his ex-girlfriend.

“He’s so annoying.” Jimin scoffed.

You sighed, heading back to the kitchen table 

“I’m sorry for ruining dinner…” You told everyone without facing them. 

Jungkook shook his head. “It’s not you’re fault. Just eat so we have one less thing to worry about.”

You did as you were told, continuing to eat. The boy were able to continue a real conversation again but you couldn’t help but notice Namjoon across the table who had still yet to say anything at all. You waved over at him and he replied back with a light smile that quickly faded. You wondered if it had to do with him having to deal with you drunk that night. Now it was a personal mission of yours to deal with him.There needed to be no more secrets and no more fighting. After all this was supposed to be something for the better and all it’s done is cause trouble. Was it bad to involve any of them into your mess?

There was no way they’d let you keep them out of it though and seeing Jimin surprise you today did make you way more happy about the situation. You didn’t want to rely on their approval but you found yourself always looking for it. The feeling of someone’s hand on your leg snapped you out of it. Taehyung smiled at you.

“You’re always in your own world.” He sighed.

“Y-yeah sorry..”

“Y/N. You keep apologizing when you don’t need to. Nobody here is blaming you for anything. I know you’re going through something tough but you’re also as strong as ever so I don’t need to worry as much. The others might need a little consolation though so go easy on them.”

“…..Tell me honestly. What do you think Yoongi followed her for?”

He gave you the same look of pity you’d received too many times before.

“He’s probably just trying to explain himself but Y/N, he’s not your main focus. You’re focus should be on yourself and yourself only.”

“Yeah….Thanks Tae..”


Yoongi chased after her in the dark, searching up and down the street for whatever path she ran off to. It seemed pointless but he was reckless and dumb and even if he just realized that he needed to stop fucking up with the people around him. As he spotted her down the street it took him seconds to catch up.

“Wait, Ex/n…”

She scoffed, turning around.

“Now what do you want? To embarrass me in front of your friends again? What the hell is wrong with you? Do I look like some rebound for you?”

“That’s not what I was trying to do….-i…wasn’t thinking. Everything’s been terrible lately and I thought being around you would cheer me up. I didn’t know she’d be there.”

She crossed her arms, watching Yoongi’s expression change. She couldn’t help but pity him.

“You really love her, huh? You would have never put up a fight for me like that. Did she really dump you?”

Yoongi nodded, not verbally responding back. He really didn’t want to get into the details nor was it any of her business to know what you were going through. 

“If it’s any consolation it sounds like she cares about you but you fight often… You should keep trying for her sake even if she pushes you away. It’s not everyday people have that sort of thing anymore, especially nowadays. Don’t force yourself to be with her just make sure she knows you’re still there for her regardless. She’ll come around. Cheer up, it sucks seeing you look like this.” She teased.

Yoongi cracked a small smile, looking down at his feet. 

“Yeah, thanks.”

She let out a long sigh.

“And to think all I wanted was to get laid and now i’m stuck fixing my ex’s relationship problems. You owe me a drink one of these days, that is if your girlfriend’s okay with it. Although, I don’t think she likes me all that much…bummer. Now quit standing out here with me and go run back to her already.”

“I’m gonna fix this.”

“uh huh. Have fun.” She smiled, watching Yoongi run back down the street. 


After dinner you caught up with Namjoon as he was headed off to his room. To his surprise he didn’t expect to see you wrapping your arm around his.

“Joonie, why are you avoiding me?” You pouted. 

“I’m not avoiding you.” 

“Liar. You won’t even look at me. Is this about having to pick me up the other day? Is it because of your fight with Yoongi?”

Namjoon crossed his arms, finally listening to what you had to say as you two stood in the hallway. He looked like he really didn’t want to have this conversation but knew he couldn’t avoid it anymore.

“Do you know why Yoongi punched me?”

That’s true. All this time you were just told it was due to Yoongi being on edge but you didn’t even know the direct cause. Was is something you said?

“Well no-”

“….He found out I cheated.”

Your eyes widened, never hearing him admit it out loud. He wasn’t even supposed to know that you knew about it. It was a secret you had kept and hadn’t realized you babbled on about it while you were drunkenly out of your mind.

“Y/N, I know you know. You told me so in the car while I took you home. I guess you don’t remember much from that night.”

You shook your head, feeling a bit ashamed but didn’t feel the need to lie.

“I was going to tell him faced to face anyway because I felt guilty for ruining the streak you had going for yourself so I’m not mad or anything. I just really, really hate myself right now. I don’t even know what to do yet or if I should just tell her.”

“I guess we both have that in common. Self hatred and no one to blame but ourselves.” You stated, semi jokingly. 

You both started to laugh at how pathetic the whole thing was. It was nice to see him smiling for once and aside from the argument at dinner today wasn’t completely awful. Namjoon patted your arm.

“You should head off to go to bed. You went through enough already.”

“I will but you better get some sleep too.”

Namjoon smiled. “I promise I will for once.”

You remembered that every time you slept over you just bunked with Yoongi but now that he wasn’t there you had no place to go.

“What room should I go to?”

“I think Hoseok is fine with you being in his room. He’s already up there if you wanna go ask him.”

“Oh, okay. Night, Joonie.” You said before waving him off and heading up stairs to Hoseok’s room. The tiredness had already crept up on you and you were ready to crash on pretty much anything at this point. Plus, at least Hoseok was a quiet sleeper. You’d be thankful to get rest at this point.


Yoongi finally ran all the way home, finally approaching the steps. As soon as he opened the door to the house he found Taehyung and Jungkook still in the living room playing games. 

“Where’s Y/N?” He asked abruptly.

Jungkook shrugged. “Hobi’s room I think.”

Taehyung nudged him, causing Jungkook to cringe.

“Ow, what? He would find her eventually anyway.”

Yoongi ignored the fact that they planned to keep the two of you apart because he partly understood with all the fighting but there wasn’t going to be anymore of that. He wanted to be there for you when you need and not to crowd you with his emotions or opinions. He’d be whatever you needed him to be until you were ready to take him back again, finally coming to terms with it. 

When he opened the door to Hoseok’s room the light was already off and you were sound asleep on his bed. Thankfully for Yoongi, Hoseok wasn’t up there yet sleeping beside you. He stepped closer, seeing the calm look on your face. It reminded him too much of that night as he kneel down next to the bed. Once again he was just a little bit too late.


Summary: When Lucy agreed to go on a blind date she hadn’t been expecting, well, this. A valentine dedicated to my followers.

Rating: T

AN: This wasn’t what I planned on giving you for a valentine but the other one started to turn a tad angsty and you all deserve some fluff from me for once. ;D Hope everyone had a wonderful day full of love (whether it be romantic, platonic, or even self). 

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Lucy evaluated her reflection in the store window thoughtfully. Not a single blonde hair was out of place, but she found herself lightly running her hands over the loosely curled strands just in case there was any frizz she missed. Her make up was impeccable (as it should be considering she spent over forty–five minutes agonizing over it), and the little black halter dress she had finally decided on (another hour long process) clung to her curvy body in all the right places.

She looked good. Damn good. 

She smiled at the thought, but immediately sobered back into a fit of nerves when she recalled exactly why she was dressed up in the first place. Down the street, sitting innocently on the corner, was a busy restaurant with a single man sitting at a table, waiting for her. A man who she was apparently suppose to find from a white scarf.

Lucy had half a mind to just turn around and go back to her apartment. This whole thing was completely ridiculous and she didn’t know why she had ever listened to those twins Gem and Mini when it came to her love life. Blind dates never turned out well for anyone. It was like the unwritten rule in the dating world. So exactly why she had spent hours on her appearance for a night that was ultimately doomed to be a complete disaster was completely beyond her, but she had a feeling that the twins insistence that the person they were setting her up with was ‘perfect for her’ probably had something to do with it. 

A sigh passed her glossed lips, fogging up the glass of the lovely shoe display. Maybe she should just go shopping – those pink stilettos in the corner there were incredibly cute. She could totally rock them. 

Of course, then Gem and Mini would never let her hear the end of it.

The thought of their echoed words of infinite frustration immediately had her stepping away from the (oh so tempting) display and towards the restaurant at the corner. One night of disaster would be better than a lifetime of nagging from those two. Being that they were both actors, they had the annoying habit of impersonating close friends, especially when said friend had done something silly or stupid. It was hilarious most of the time, their impersonations were always spot on which made it even funnier, but the joke wasn’t quite so amusing when it was her lack of dating prowess on front and center stage.

Checking her phone before she stepped through the restaurant doors, she reread the message Gem had sent her. 'He will be at Rainbow Sakura Restaurant at 6pm wearing a white scarf and sitting at a table for two. Have fuuuuuun!’ It was five after now (was fashionably late still fashionable?) so if this mystery man had any kind of manners he should be in there. Waiting for her. 

God, tonight was going to be awful. She just knew it. 

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Every trans...

@sanjino said:

Here is a thing, most of trans people have told me “I’m not trans enough” that I don’t fit because I like my girly body (even when sometimes I just get dysphoria about my breasts), they say I would pass if I weren’t chubby (ffffuuuuuck I love my chuby body).

Sometimes they say “you’re pretty, you couldn’t pass as a guy”, but you know what? I would. I don’t need & neither do others need your approval. For that kind of commentaries, trans (or genderfluid, or queer) are closeted sometimes. Because they think “they aren’t enough”. And something more: fuck you, guys are pretty too!

But you know what? After all that… You are enough!

Even if people say “you need to be more feminine/masculine”. Real fact: you don’t. As comfortable as you are in your skin, lemme tell you: that’s what being trans is about, to be the better of you. To wear dresses, pants, or whatever you like, and feel okay with it .

You don’t need to have dysphoria, you don’t need to have the urge to use the terms he/she-her/him in order to be under the umbrella. You don’t need to feel the necessity to change your name. You don’t need to be more feminine or masculine. Fuck it. Just be you, you are the perfect you, no one could be more youer than you are.

You are perfect the way you are, don’t let people take that away from you and make you think you are wrong, because sweety, I swear to god, they are the wrong ones.

We exist, we are here, and we have a goddamn loud voice to fight against if they try to hide us. We are important. Never forget that.

sign of the times (a riley matthews fic)

But she swallows the tightness in her throat, forces a small smile on her face and hangs up the graduation picture of her and her friends above her desk. Her heart tugs as she thinks of them all, scattered across the country. All off to find their own destinies. Her fingers ghost over her ribcage, the galaxy etched into her skin burning at the thought of them all. The pride that she often feels when she thinks of her friends comes crashing onto her like an ocean wave.

She ignores the bitter feeling of loneliness that follows it only moments later.

Chapter: 1 (Girl Meets New Beginnings) 
Ships: Riley/Lucas (main romantic pairing), platonic Riley/Clique Six, Riley/Charlie, Riley/Dave & Riley/Asher 
Word Count: 11k+ 

Notes: Well here it is friends, the first chapter of what will hopefully become my best work yet. I’m so excited for this fic and everything I plan to do with it and I hope you guys are excited too. Special shout out, as always to @friarlucas for editing and overall supporting this endeavor. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, this fic takes place in the same canon verse as Maggie’s “Gravity on the Open Road” fic, you don’t need to read that fic to understand this one, although I highly recommend it, because it’s a wonderful fic!

Riley enters college under the complete and total assumption that she’s going to love it. She has no reason to think otherwise, especially after bidding all of her friends goodbye on their road trip across the country, and their wide-eyed and blinding smiles burned in her memory forever. They were all excited for the next chapter in their lives, and she was too. Of course she was nervous, but those nerves were overshadowed by something stronger, an anticipation and excitement of things to come.

So when she drudges across the main lawn of New York University, her backpack on her shoulder and duffle bag in hand, her parents bickering behind her and her younger brother by her side, a smile finds its way across her face. Things are going to be different – no friends, no Lucas, no dad as her teacher, but she has faith that it will be a good different.

Her room is a cramped double in the third floor corner of the largest freshman dorm, and her roommate merely nods at her when she first enters. While this dampens her spirits momentarily, she catches a glimpse of the New York streets below her window and realizes that things aren’t all bad. She’s Riley after all, always finding the good in otherwise unsatisfactory situations.

She won’t lie and say the less than pleasant living arrangements she finds herself in makes the goodbye she bids to her family hurt any less, but she plasters on her ever-present Riley Matthews smile and knows that things will get better in time.

Her roommate, as she learns over the next couple of hours is named Hannah, is a chemistry major and is not in college to make friends. That stings a little and Riley’s childish dream of being best friends (as best of friends as one can be with her true best friend across the country in California) with her college roommate immediately crumbles around her in a cloud of dust.

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sanders1799  asked:

These are so addictive could you do one about veronica seducing jughead and betty gets angry a threatens veronica

It’s a healthy addiction, one that I’m very happy to support. On with the story!

Veronica was her friend.
She was her best friend.
She wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.. right?

So why was she leaning over jugheads lab table, throwing her lavender scented hair in his face?

Trying not to stare, Betty busied herself with the frog sitting in front of her, ready to be cut open.

She didn’t really wanna be staring at that either.

Kevin slid into the seat next to her.

“She doesn’t mean anything by it, you know how Veronica is, always trying to seduce any boy she finds attractive.” He said, placing a hand on her back.

Sighing softly, Betty turned to glance at the pair again.

“But why does it have to be with the boy I want? She knows I like him.”

Kevin shrugged

“She likes a challenge, girls like her, they don’t really think of others feelings, no matter how close you are, it’s just the way she was raised. She’s getting better, but you can’t change your whole personality in a day.”

Nodding absently Betty went back to looking at that darn frog.

Kevin stood up stretching his arms.

“I better get back to my station before moose massacres the poor frog. If you need me just call.” He kissed her cheek and walked off.

She was broken out of her thoughts by the shrill giggle of her raven haired friend.

“Oh jughead, that’s funny. I didn’t know you had such a great sense of humor, inside that handsome head of yours.” Veronica said placing her hand on his bicep

“Ohh and muscles too.”

The only thing that made betty feel a little better , was the fact that jughead looked more uncomfortable than she felt. Shrugging her hand off

“Uh thanks”

Seeming to not notice Veronica continued.

“I think I could find a way for you to use your hands, that doesn’t require dissecting any animals. Maybe you should come over tonight?”

Okay that was enough.

Betty dropped the scalpel and made her way over to Veronica and jughead.

“I’m sorry Veronica but do you mind putting a pause on flirting with the boy you know your best friend is interested in, and maybe, I don’t know, helping me work on our project? Thanks.“ Slack jawed and shocked Veronica, walked to the front asking to use the bathroom, before leaving in a huff. Betty went back to her desk, effectively avoiding jugheads stare. That was until the boy on her mind was sat directly in front of her wearing one of his heart breaking smiles “Need a new partner?” She smiled softly “That sounds great.”

He leaned a little closer to her and smiled “Vanilla.” He sniffed Looking confused Betty raised a brow, before she realized he was smelling her. She blushed. “My shampoo.” He picked up the scalpel “Smells good, I like it. I was never a fan of lavender.”
You Little Tease


 Pietro Maximoff x Reader
 Could you do a AOU PietroxReader(powers) Where the reader is trying to get Pietro attention and the only way that she knows how is to start and kiss him everywhere ( like up and down his stomach and all the way to his V line) and when Pietro thinks that he is going to get more than that the reader says something smart like “just kidding” or"Oh, I forgot Tony and Bruce need me to run test.“ Then she just walks away so proud of herself. And Pietro is just sitting there like what just happened.
Warnings: Slight sexual implication
Notes: Obviously this was requested to multiple blogs as I have seen similar pieces of work from others. because of this I have decided to change it up a bit, I hope that’s okay. Also apologies for it being so short. Anyway enjoy!

Having the power of invisibility definitely had its perks, one of those being able to annoy your boyfriend to no end. Pietro was never one to slow down, except for you. Everyone else said you seemed to have a calming effect on the speedster. Today however you wanted to create the exact opposite reaction. He’d been running around the tower non-stop all morning, bugging everyone, including you. It was payback time.

 Turning invisible you went looking for the troublemaker. Across the rest of the day whenever you would spot him you would quietly saunter up him and run your hands down his arms or gently brushed more sensitive areas. You could tell he was flustered and incredibly confused by what was happening. Eventually he retired to his room, following him there you snuck in behind him. Huffing he flopped onto his bed and ran his hands through his hair. Walking towards him, still invisible, you straddled his lap and ran your hands down his chest. “Y/N…” he growled realising what had been happening. Reappearing he leaned in to kiss you, when suddenly you shot up of his lap. “Not a chance Maximoff” You winked, flouncing out of the room. In seconds he was in front of you. “You little tease” He hummed against your shoulder. “What you didn’t see that coming?” You giggled.