i kind of want to be her

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#klaus the caroline stan: #always dreaming up AUs

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Ok Selja is back and it’s worst. I said I wouldn’t talk about her anymore, but its worst really. Report @Selja_helllover, I’m fucking shaking and I want to puke so bad

PLEASE ONLY REPORT, AND FOR GOD’S LOVE STAY DISCRETE!!!!! DONT POST ON TWITTER “REPORT SELJA”!! She will see and + Armys will freak out!!
Also I saw many account doing the same kind of thing to Jimin (death threat) so only report!!! Dont post a tweet on twitter, dont talk to them, dont interact with them

  • Betty: Veronica kissed me.
  • Jughead: Oh, my God.
  • Kevin: Okay, we want to hear everything. Archie, get the wine. Betty, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?
  • Betty: Oh, it ended very well.
  • Archie: *getting the wine* Don't start without me. Don't start without me.
  • Kevin: Alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like an “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?
  • Betty: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then we just sort of sunk into it.
  • Kevin: Were you holding her? Or were her hands on you?
  • Betty: Actually, first they started on my waist. And then they slowly slid up to my shoulders.
  • Archie, Jughead, and Kevin: Ohhhhh!
  • [in the next room]
  • Veronica: And, uh, and then I kissed her.
  • Reggie: Tongue?
  • Veronica: Yeah.
  • Reggie: Cool.

From the ‘Fic I Will Never Write’ files: 


If you’re out on the road, feeling lonely and so cold…


Abby Griffin lives in the quirky town of Stars Hollow Arkadia with her teenage daughter Clarke. They’ve always been close, but things have been difficult the last few years following the sudden loss of husband and father Jake. But life, as always, goes on.

These days Abby runs a small hotel with her two closest friends, chef Callie Cartwig and concierge Eric Jackson. Every morning on her way to work she stops in at local institution Kane’s Diner where she gets her daily dose of coffee and simmering sexual tension with proprietor Marcus Kane.

Spoiler alert: Abby and Marcus get together. There’s a bunch of pining and will-they-won’t-they first but then they totally hook up. (And then get married and get a dog and live happily ever after and nothing bad ever happens the end.)

Clarke meanwhile has just been accepted into prestigious Polis Academy where she meets the brilliant, challenging Lexa and thus begins an epic friendship/rivalry that eventually blossoms into love (just like Rory/Paris should have lbh).

Also, at some point Marcus’s simple, uncomplicated life is turned upside-down with the arrival of his delinquent niece and nephew Octavia and Bellamy Blake who come to stay with him in the tiny apartment over the diner. They have some trouble adjusting to quiet small town life but eventually form a strong bond with their uncle. Marcus becomes their staunch defender, father-figure, and is basically devoted to his adopted kids because of course he is.

Finn Collins = Dean obviously or as I like to call them the literal worst.

In other parallels, Raven = Lane Kim aka Clarke’s BFF, Jaha = Taylor Doose the annoying town mayor, Jasper = Kirk lol, Sinclair = Jackson because Callie/Sinclair would be adorable, Indra = Miss Patty and please take a moment to imagine eccentric ex-diva Indra teaching little girls ballet. You’re welcome.

Alas there are no character analogues to stand in for Richard and Emily as Abby’s parents and that bothers me so much it almost totally negates the value of this entire AU. (There are literally no old people on this show. There was Vera Kane and creepy President Wallace, like they would make the worst Richard and Emily Gilmore I can even imagine.)

Still here for Abby and her flirtatious friendship with local curmudgeon with a heart of gold Marcus Kane though.

And really what more do you need from an AU than that.

Someone give me a fic where Lena just keeps teasing Kara every time they see each other, like she’ll whisper in Kara’s ear as she passes her, how she looks very cute in her dress that day, or “your lipstick suits you today, makes them pop” she winks and sashays off. Or Lena would intentionally keep dropping things in front of Kara and Kara just losing her fucking mind and saying fuck it one day before leaving Lena’s office and just “this has been going on for too long, rao I can’t take this do you want me to kiss you?!” And Lena just slowly closes the gap between them, stare at Kara’s eyes, smirks and says, “yes” kind of like daring her but what she doesn’t anticipate is Kara actually doing it and now Lena’s office is a mess, the things on her table are now on the floor and she’s pretty sure Kara’s the reason why there’s a huge chunk of the table gone where Kara had grab hold.

My Little Prodigy.

//Jerome x Reader. Sorry this was kind of short, I’ve been pretty busy lately.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is at the gas station, stealing food. While she is concentrated on the shelf, trying to decide what she is going to take, she hears a voice in her ear.

Title: My Little Prodigy.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Murder, reader is depicted as a criminal who respects Jerome. Nothing too bad. //

 

Y/n ducks her head down more, trying to remain inconspicuous and unseen at the same time. She waves slightly at the cashier, while still keeping her face covered. She doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself, whether that’s by being too loud, or too suspicious. She walks leisurely over to the large rows of refrigerated goods and pretends to look at the drinks for a bit until the cashier looks away. Y/n ducks into the next aisle, and holds her breathe as she stares at the bags of chips and crackers in front of her, only taking a second to think about what she wants before she reaches out and silently grabs one of the smaller bags, moving to place it under her jacket. Before she has a chance to do that, she feels a hand on her shoulder, and feels someone press up against her back.

“Whatcha doing?” She shudders and turns around calmly, her gaze slowly dragging upwards until she meets his gaze. Y/n knows she recognizes the ginger from somewhere-she just can’t place it. Is it one of her school mates? Either way, she doesn’t want any trouble, and she definitely doesn’t want to have to explain herself to him.

“Get lost,” she mutters, attempting to push past him. He grabs her arm and pulls her back to where she was, casting a glance over to the cashier, who is now looking over in concern. He wraps his other arm around her, and brings his hand up to her face, cupping her cheek and leaning in close, resting his forehead on hers. The whole time he keeps his gaze over by the cashier, waiting for him to look away. He finally does, and the redhead’s gaze rips over to y/n’s, his blue-green eyes wide, and unblinking.

“Why the attitude?” He asks softly, pulling away and releasing her. “I was just being friendly, just wanted to talk.” His gaze travels down her body quickly before landing on the bag of chips. “Not worth stealing,” he states, grabbing it from her and placing it back on the shelf.

“What the hell?” Y/n asks, reaching to grab the bag once again. His hand shoots out and grabs her wrist.

“You got good technique, doll. Why waste it on those?” He pulls her back closer to him, still letting her stay at a comfortable distance. “You could do so much better, you could be so much worse.” He grins wildly, his eyes widening. “You have so much potential, doll. Don’t waste it on this…” His voice trails off as his eyes scans the aisle beside her, laughing softly.

“Maybe I just really like these damn chips.” Y/n snaps, glaring up at the boy. Who the hell does he think he is?

“I could get you anything you wanted- if you just come with me.” He whispers, his eyes twinkling as he laughs in amusement at her anger.

“Are you propositioning me? Well, forgot it! What the hell do I look like to you, some prostitute? Well, I’m not- and even if I was I wouldn’t go home with some-”


“Whoa, calm down doll.” He holds his hands up, chuckling softly. “I didn’t mean it like that, not at all.” He lowers his head and gazes at her through his lashes, his voice dropping instantly, his eyes taking on a darker gleam. “There’s so many whores around here, my mom was one herself, ‘till I killed her, that is. Trust me, I can tell a whore from a decent girl.” Y/n’s eyes wide as his face clicks into place.

“Jerome…Valeska?” She whispers, staring up at him in awe. He smiles and takes a step back, bowing slightly.

“In the flesh,” he murmurs, standing up straight and tilting his head. “My buddies are waiting outside for me…so, whaddya say?” He holds out his hand. She pauses for a moment before smiling brightly and grabbing his hand, trying to calm her beating heart.

“Let’s go.” They head out the door, drawing the attention of the cashier slightly. As the door shuts behind them, Jerome pauses, turning around to her.

“Wait here,” he says before ducking back into the shop and disappearing into one of the aisles. Y/n stares in confusion as he walks back over towards the door, something in his hand. The cashier says something to him, and places his hand on the phone, pointing to the bag Jerome is holding. He stares down at the bag, and throws one hand in the air, hitting his head as if to say, how dumb of me, and moves up to the counter, setting the bag down. With one hand, he reaches into the pocket, but in a split second his other hand grabs the gun that was hidden in the waistband behind his back and he points it at the man, pulling the trigger. He grabs the bag and rushes out, shoving the back into y/n’s hands before pulling her into the already open doors of the van.

The door slams shut behind them and the van screeches out of the parking lot. Y/n stares down at her hands, and notices the bag of chips.

The chips she was going to steal.

“Why would you kill a man for a bag of chips?” Y/n asks, glancing over at Jerome and raising an eyebrow. He shrugs.

“You said you liked them.”

“So, you wasted a bullet killing a man, for a bag of chips that I said I liked?”

He looks over at her, grinning.

“Maybe I just really like you.”

weneedsome-light  asked:

I've identified as aro ace for a long time but I was singing with one of my friends yesterday and I kept getting the urge to kiss her. I didn't, but is that normal for friends? To feel the urge to kiss them?

Society says that kissing friends is not “normal”, but the way I see it, society’s definition of “normal” is made up and kind of baloney anyways. You can have entirely platonic intent while wanting to kiss someone, kissing and things don’t have to be inherently romantic or inherently sexual like society says. In other words, you’re no less aroace if you want to kiss someone unless you decide that you are. 

Not to mention, there are multiple kinds of attraction beyond romantic and sexual and many people class their desire for kissing to be under sensual attraction. 


Mod Wesley

you know what would be nice? if the sg writers stopped introducing all powerful men that try to/actually do subdue kara into some kind of submission. it’s ugly. i want kara kicking alien ass not being forced into sick scenarios that mon-el has to save her from.

You know what? At the end of the day, I didn’t need Trini to say “I’m gay” or “I’m bi” for me to acknowledge her as an LGBT character and as someone who is not straight, even though I would have preferred more, it was enough for me  for now. Yes, it was pretty vague but it seemed pretty clear as to what she was saying. Her entire story worked into that, like how her parents want to label her or how they don’t like how she dresses or her relationships etc. If it wasn’t enough for some people, I can totally understand that, and we should all accept that we all took it differently. Plus it does seem more obvious the more you watch that scene, but the media kind of overdid it a little with how big the scene actually was. The real question is whether they going to develop Trini’s sexuality more in any sequels

anonymous asked:

I've been having some issues with a close friend of mine and I just want to make her feel better. I don't know how though. Any idea on how to approach her in this kind of situation? I don't want to say the wrong thing and end up making her more upset

If you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing, don’t say much at all. Just let her know you’re there for her and always willing to listen. Oftentimes, people just want an outlet to vent to. Good luck to you both!

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Chestfeeding…A Journey…

I knew long before I got pregnant with Lu that if I ever had one, I wanted to nurse my child, even as a teenager when I still had breasts (the primary source of my dysphoria at the time) it was something I thought about, but of course it was never of major importance. And now I have a precious little girl…seven years after top surgery, and I’m nursing/chestfeeding her. Let me tell you, it is hell some days as I don’t want to be bothered with the task, particularly when we are in public…but overall, I wouldn’t give up this experience for the world.

–Some background here, yes, I lactate, that is possible since it seems to confuse many people. Chestfeeding is a gender neutral term, same thing as breastfeeding & nursing.–

I’ve taken to logging and tracking Lu’s feedings since I started chestfeeding her. Things such as, is she having trouble latching, how long did she feed for, is my supply low, and if it’s hurting me on a scale of one to ten (the days directly after birth were off of that scale, I’m happy to report nothing past a 5 has been logged this month). It’s been such a helpful tool for me to normalize chestfeeding being a part of everyday life, despite the sometimes exceedingly uncomfortable circumstances like the flight to  Disney where I had no bottles on me… but it’s otherwise been an amazing experience of bonding with Lu and embracing my postpartum body more and more each day. I’ve mentioned it once or twice that Lu is a rainbow baby, after my miscarriage I became a bit of a gym rat and worked out probably to the point where it was unhealthy, but at the time after losing Sprout I just felt like my body was useless, especially with the added weight. Working out was my way of adding value to myself and probably compensating for the baby that I never got to meet in some sense. However, now I’m able to see my body as valuable and of importance, extra weight and all (no matter how much I miss my six pack). And I truly have Lu and chestfeeding to thank for that, everyday I am able to provide for Lu in a way that no one else can. And while I don’t have a full supply for her it is still something I’d choose to do again in a heartbeat. The frustration of this factor still doesn’t detract from the intimate moments of nursing with Lu as I’m lucky to even have the opportunity.

I’m still on this journey, not sure how long I want to chestfeed for, unsure of how long I can even keep it up before Lu doesn’t need me anymore…but I am reveling in the priceless moments I get to spend with my daughter while chestfeeding where only she and I matter in that time & space.

Much Love-

cutefandomroll  asked:

There's a hint from KH World Tour that Xion might come back in KH3. So if she comes back and becomes her own person, do you think she will finally have her own face? (I would personally feel weird if Square Enix giving her own face other than Kairi's, since we are familiar with it >_<)

Well to be fair her original face is just a blank slate if the manga is anything to go off of. 

Manga is that canon gray area where it’s sort of, kind of canon and you can pick and choose what you want to take from it and in this case I’m inclined to believe this is a thing. 

So in a way the black haired, Kairi face is her own face. Because beyond that she doesn’t have anything. She was originally an empty doll. The Kairi face was her first face and therefore is her face. 

I mean if you have two twins and one was born after the other the first one doesn’t have more right to the face than the second one even though they’re more or less identical.

I mean yeah it’s Kairi’s face but there’s no reason Xion can’t own it to. Unless you wanna go by Saix logic. 

Those are my feelings anyway. 

Oh… this moss is living. Is it gem-possesed like most things they’ve been dealing with before?

She did? Why would Rose need to plant that?

I guess she really liked flowers, and nature in general, judging by all the roses on everything related to her, she might’ve been some kind of a gardener.

If Rose could create living mosses and overpowered laser light cannons, imagine how much of a powerful person she was, holy shit.

I just want to point out how sad Pearl sounds when talking about Rose being gone. I noticed that in Laser Light Cannon as well. The three of them (plus Greg) apparently had to deal with the grief, but perhaps Pearl was the one who took it the hardest, or at least this is how she’s been acting.

I mean that’s… an extraordinary fetish, Rose. Not going to judge you, though.

Interesting, apparently Rose was really loving and caring, this explains some traits of Steven’s personality.

I’m happy we’re finally getting somewhat a sense of what Rose was like.

justagrl55  asked:

Lexa and Clarke are sitting on the couch watching a movie when Clarke says "Lexa baby I'm thirsty..." and Lexa just takes her pants off and sits in Clarke's face. Clarke replies "I kind of meant that I wanted a coke or something but this will do!"

OR: she brings a coke AND takes her pants off

anonymous asked:

Hey you seem to answer these kinds of questions respectfully, so... my friend posts a lot of sh*ith and i'm on mobile most of the time so i can't blacklist it but it makes me really uncomfortable. but she's my friend. and i don't want to be mean and unfollow her? I don't care that she ships it but seeing it is really upsetting for me and i just don't know what to do, I'm torn.

Honestly? Unfollow her. Talk to her about it and make sure she knows it’s nothing personal, you still want to be her friend, that it’s just because you don’t like seeing the ship and have no way to blacklist it currently. Like you can still talk to her and be her friend if you don’t follow her.

You could install Washboard on your phone, it’s like Tumblr Saviour but for your mobile. If she tags it and you don’t want to unfollow her, that’s always an option.

It’s not mean to put your mental health first! Like there are some ships that make me feel physically sick and those I blacklist or unfollow whoever is posting it because my mental health > following a tumblr blog.

So do what you gotta do anon!!!