i think we were about 15 when she showed this movie to us

Okay, but seriously on the topic of straight people being so overly concerned about their children being exposed to homosexuality…

As some of you know, I am a makeup artist in a holistic beauty boutique in a very wealthy area of eastern New York. The week before Halloween I was offering simple costume makeup designs for both adults and children. So my last client of the evening was a 15 year old girl who came in to get her makeup done for the Halloween dance at her school. I was enjoying a conversation with both the girl and her mother when suddenly the topic of transgender came up. I got a little nervous because I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut when I hear people speaking negatively about these sorts of topics and as I mentioned, my store is in a very upscale, white, conservative area…

Anyway, the girl starts telling us that her friend prefers to be a boy now. She says it very simply and comfortably and it made me happy to see her talk about it as if it was really no big deal.

Her mother says

“How does she even know what transgender is though? She’s a little young to be making a decision like that. I really think the media is taking things too far with all this gay stuff. I’m not against it or anything, but didn’t you just tell me two boys in your class are dating too?”

The girl said that yes, two boys she knew were dating and another boy she knew was gay also. (And she also corrected the pronouns her mother used for her friend)

“I don’t mind that she knows that homosexuality is,” the mother said. “But I don’t think it should be taught at such a young age. Did you know it’s on Disney channel now?”

It took me a moment to respond, I just kept painting the girl’s face until I could figure out what I wanted to say.

“Well,” I said. “We tend to teach heterosexuality literally from the time a child is born. Most children’s books and movies are even centered around a romance of some kind like a Prince and a Princess for example. There’s rarely a children’s movie that comes out where the main male and female character don’t end up marrying each other in the end. If we don’t have a problem flooding our children’s minds with heterosexuality from the time they are able to sit up and watch a movie on their own, what is so wrong with showing them two boys or two girls being in love? We aren’t showing them sex. We aren’t showing them anything inappropriate. Since when is love inappropriate? If we show them love in all it’s forms (be it gay or straight) from an early age, they will see that it’s all perfectly normal and natural and maybe we can finally put homophobic the past…”

The woman considered this for a second and then said “I just feel like they see it and then they start to think that they might be too.”

“And maybe they are. But isn’t it better for them to know that it’s okay? They aren’t hurting anyone.”

Then the girl said. “No ones going around just thinking they are gay because they know what gay is, mom. I know what a chicken is, that doesn’t mean I’m going to wake up tomorrow and start clucking.”

I loved this kid. I hope she does well in all of her endeavors

I can see people’s auras… and it’s a curse.

by A10A10A10

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

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nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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The Dark Truth About The Scooby Doo Universe

Yes this is a serious thought that I want to share.
I think I figured out something pretty cool about the scooby doo universe.

Originally posted by watxhing

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Imagine Bill talking about how nervous he was during your first meeting and letting it slip he has a crush on you during an interview.

Originally posted by karlmordo

“So I- I didn’t ask you at first and don’t think anybody has let it go-” Jimmy said with a chuckle and Bill grinned to himself, nodding his head “But uh you said you met (Y/n) almost eight years ago? That’s- that’s a very long time you know.”

“Uh yeah” Bill rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously “My father had uhm he had invited me actually on set, to bemore specific, and I could never miss a chance like that. And- and that’s where I met her.”

“Hmh” Jimmy nodded his head “On the- on the set of Thor, right? Her character, and her as a person, has many fans that love her and is quite famous and so are you. Yet nobody has noticed a thing for all this time, it’s quite remarkable how you kept so low you know?”

“Oh uh” he chuckled “Well, it wasn’t that easy I will tell you. But we uhm had a friendship that we really wanted to last and for us to enjoy it we- we made the decision to be as subtle about it as possible. Our families knew of course, and so did our- our friends but uhm-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get off topic and let something slip of the two of you being more than just friends “It was all sort of- sort of us… living the moment every time, trying to make it just about… us?” he tried to explain with hand motions, hoping it didn’t come out so much as it being more than a friendship.

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The key to love, my father told me, was to never love someone more than they love you. So when, after dating for five months, Christopher Moore was the first to say “I Love You”, I thought I had hit the “Love Jackpot”. I say this because, prior to him saying it at that very moment, I had never given thought to the possibility that I could love him in return. Standing in front of my apartment building, nervous and excited, facing him and his smile, I questioned whether love was the word to describe what I was feeling. High school love, after all, is quite trivial with it’s ins and outs. Nevertheless after weighing the theoretical pros and cons of love, I decided that I was in love, at least in some respects. He was handsome, smart, sweet, and I enjoyed his company. This is what I believed love boiled down to; four factors. Honesty, clearly, was something I overlooked. About a year and 7 months into our blissful love affair, after graduation had passed and we had spent the summer taking all the cliché couple pictures, Chris decided that he “just couldn’t go on lying to me anymore. “Jenine” he told me “this guilt is eating me alive!”. I imagine there wasn’t much of him left, as it had been “eating away at him” for 6 months. This is when I learned that there is no “key” to love; no guide, no tips, no 101 course, because love is lived and learned; never taught. Try as you may, to forgo the pain of love, you’ll find joy in knowing that it’s survive-able and moreover, sometimes the good outweighs the bad. No, Chris wasn’t the love of my life, but he gave life to my ability to love.

“Never” my father said “let love override your faculty of reason.” Easier said, than done. My next love was Jeremy Bishop. Before you ask, of course there were others between Chris and Jeremy. But this is a story about love; not “almost loves”,“semi loves”, and “could’ve beens”. Jeremy’s love was the worst kind of love. The kind that doesn’t have a reason to exist but somehow it does and you’re glad. Its sole purpose is to debilitate your mind, forcing you to follow only your emotions. While Jeremy was dreamy, I learned that the man of your dreams can sometimes be the root of your nightmares.

I met Jeremy my junior year at _________ University. It was a Sunday and I had been studying in the library for an anthropology midterm and decided that I would take a break. Putting my highlighter down & flexing my hand I stood up & headed towards the bathroom. As I walked through the stacks, passing my hand across the rows of books I’d never read, my friend Denise spotted me and waved me over. Walking swiftly I made my way to the table she was stationed it & gathered that she had been studying all day as all. Splayed papers, open textbooks, two highlighters, & her laptop with several window open screamed “cram session” to me. After having sat & talked for some time about school & it’s “scammagry”, I noticed that someone had taken a seat at the end of the table. You know those typical movies where two people look up at the same time & smile coyly at one another? Well that’s what happened with us…….minus the smiling. When Jeremy & I caught eyes it was more of an inquisitive stare down. I relented because who really stares at a stranger for lengths at a time? Apparently Jeremy does because every time I looked up he was looking at me or perhaps through me. Whatever the case was I asked Denise if she could “Excuse me for one second?” as I got up from my seat and sauntered over to Jeremy, running my fingernails along the wooden table that both separated and joined us.

He was brown skinned but it was a rich brown that I often found myself lost in. He had brown hair that was cut low to avoid maintenance & also to spite his mother who so much loved it longer. His eyes were almost black they were so dark, yet you never asked someone to hit the lights when staring into them. He had a slight dimple on the right side of face that only presented itself in the presence of his mother, its creator.

“I know you or something?” I said, to which he looked up & responded “No you don’t. But since you’re already here, I’m Jeremy. Nice to meet you….” he said moving his hand in that circular waiting motion “this is usually the part where you tell me your name”. He was sarcastic & forthcoming and I liked it. “This is usually the part when I’d say Jenine. My name is Jenine. Though I’m not sure it’s nice to meet you.” “Well Jenine, do you have HIST 256 on Mondays & Thursdays? I think that’s where I’ve seen you before.” “Well Jeremy, had I known you were a stalker I would’ve stayed at the other end of the table” “A stalker Jenine? Really? I think you’re mistaking my keen eye for details.” “I stand corrected then. I just had no idea I was noticeable to your "keen eye”, I said, making air quotes. He leaned in & said, “Maybe Jenine, just maybe there’s a lot of things you don’t know. I’d be happy to fill you in though. If you were ever free.” “Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems to me, Jeremy, that you’re asking me out.” “It seems that way, because it is that way. But enough with this, would you be interested in going out?” “I’ll contemplate it.”

A week later Jeremy picked me up in his beat up silver 2010 Toyota Corolla. Got out & offered to close the door for me not because he was a gentleman but because I literally couldn’t close it myself. He told me he wanted to show me his favorite place in all of Brooklyn. We drove for about 15 mins and parked in DUMBO; my favorite place. As we walked to the pier he barraged me with every menial question from favorite color to top five movies. I stopped his questioning because I realized I knew nothing about him. “What about you?” I said. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.” “I’m a Taurus. Now back to you.” “Your sign. You gave me the third degree and in return you tell me your astrological sign??” “I’m really not that interesting. I kind of just go with the flow nothing special really.” “I could say the same about myself but you don’t see me spewing monotonous facts about myself” “That’s just it though. You’re very interesting. I see you twice a week & you never look the same to me. Always a different hairstyle, new lipstick, different outfit. You keep me guessing & well…I like that.” “Different outfit…Did you expect me to have the same clothes on like a cartoon character?”

Jeremy took my clothes off the way he took down my walls; slowly & intently. I never felt exposed or vulnerable. It was easy with him & who doesn’t like easy? The first time we had sex he kissed every scar and stretch mark on my body while he whispered beautiful and for the first time I believed it. This is when I knew I loved him; this is when I knew he loved me. We fell into a routine & inevitably, that’s how we fell apart. We saw each other four-five times a week in between work, school & our respective friends. I’d meet him after work or he’d meet me after class, we’d get some food or I’d cook, we’d talk, then go back to his dorm room or my house & somewhere in between there we’d fuck once or twice & that would be that. Talk, Eat, Fuck, Repeat. This, I should inform you, was the foundation for our dismantling. Jeremy grew tired of our monotony, I suppose, & because of that he started talking to a female customer who had “just so happened” to frequent his job. In talking they “just so happened” to find they had “so much in common” & somehow Jeremy’s dick “just so happened” to be in her mouth when I walked into his dorm room to get the spare phone charger I left there just in case. “Oh Mahh Gahhhh” is what Celeste said with his dick slighty tucked to the left side of her mouth because it wouldn’t have been polite to pull it out all together; though I’m sure there was no God she could ever call her own. Startled yet surprisingly indifferent I found my charger in the first drawer of his night stand now decoratively arrayed with ripped condom wrappers and I closed the door behind me.

Walking out of the apartment I didn’t feel anything but when I reached the stairs it hit me and when Jeremy came running out of his room, pulling his boxers up I looked up at him from the top stair I was sitting on & hit him right in the groin. “Shit! Ahh! Damn, J! Come on!” he winced . “Come on?? Excuse me?!? You’re such a fucking dickhead. Like what the fuck?” “I know. I know. I’m sorry babe. You gotta believe me! I swear it’ll never happen again.” & that’s what I wanted to believe after all; that this was just a bump along our road; that we could get through this because we could get through anything. So when Jeremy crouched down in front of me, put his hand under my chin, looked me right in the eye and told me he was “so sorry”, that he “really loved me”, that he was “mad stupid for doing that” I believed him & gave us another chance because I wasn’t ready to admit failure.

Celeste Soto was the average full figured broad who just “couldn’t help” falling for other women’s boyfriends, husbands, fiancés, you name it. Walking back into his room, I found her putting her left shoe on with one hand on his desk for balance. “You gotta believe mama” she said “I didn’t know he even had a girl. You feel me? I wouldn’t have done anything with him. Thas crazy disrespectful. My bad.” as she adjusted her bra strap and pulled her hair into a messy bun. Turning slighty towards Jeremy, I looked at him as if to say “really?!? THIS was the best you could do??” and he lowered his head, and stared at this one spot on the carpet that he could never get out. Not only had Jeremy cheated but he chose the lowest of women to do it with. “First of all, I’m not one of your friends so I don’t know why you’re calling me "mama” & no I don’t “feel” you nor do I intend to. Get your shit and get out!“ When she was gone I searched the apartment for remnants of her presence, prior to that days visit. An earring, a hair tie, maybe a lip balm. I found nothing or maybe I wasn’t really looking.

For eight months straight Jeremy was on his BEST behavior. He’d let me know where he was at all times as to ensure that he wasn’t out cheating; send pictures as proof on some occasions. I have to admit, though I was secure in his whereabouts, I was also sure that this was not how healthy relationships works. Nevertheless I looked forward to each notification because afterall "once a cheater……"you know the rest. One night I went over to his place to cook dinner, partially to ensure he wouldn’t be feeding Celeste or any other girl his penis but also because this is what I missed most about us. I had become so preoccupied with deciding whether or not I could trust him that I wasn’t concerned with trying to make us seem normal. After dinner we were in his bed tearing at each other’s clothes & after switching positions five times he looked down at me & said "I can’t do this”. Looking back at him I said “it’s cool I wasn’t feeling it either honestly”. “Not this” he said falling to my side, facing the ceiling “I mean like this….us”. Somehow though I knew that was what he had meant. This ball of something akin to both fear & anger welled up in my throat & grew until finally all I could say was “oh”. One tear fell from my eye & couldn’t allow myself to shed another. “This whole time” he said getting up from the bed “I wasn’t with you because I wanted to be. I was with you because I didn’t want to let you down.” He was pacing back & front at the foot of the bed, lifting his hands to his head then retracting them, looking over at me occasionally for assurance of my understanding. So he continued "I couldn’t let your last image of me be somebody who betrayed you. I had to prove you wrong & that’s selfish. I’m sorry. I don’t want to be in a relationship I’m not fully committed to. It isn’t fair to either of us J & you can hate me but I’d rather you hate me for being honest.” “Is this a joke? Please tell me you’re kidding right now” I said, half laughing half crying. “Let me get this straight” I said, sitting upright in his bed, pulling my shirt over my head “You cheated…..You lied…..YOU fucked up….You begged for another chance!…and my stupid ass gave you one. I’m just so lost right now.” This is when I realized I never should have sat on those steps & cried. I should’ve ran out of that building like it was on fire because guys like him will always burn you.

Some nights I could still hear his footsteps pacing the floor & I’d wonder when in the hell it would be over. When I’d stop crying; when I’d realize I was better off without him. But there’s this moment & I know it sounds cliche but you just wake up & you feel different you feel like you can begin again. One morning I woke up and knew Jeremy would never have a hold on me the way he did before, but more importantly I didn’t want him to.

The thing about baggage is that you never realize how much of it you carry around. In fact you assume that more often than not you don’t carry any at all because you’re “over it” or you’ve “moved on”. You’ll find yourself compromising because you just want someone to call at night; that wants only you. “Trust me.” my mother said “There will be others and don’t think that you have to look for them or that you have to settle.” My mother had a way with words. I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing but the fact remains that when she said those words to me I wished she had kept her opinion to herself. I would never settle…..or at least I didn’t think I would.

I knew I didn’t love Benjamin the first time he came inside me & I wished I had never come to his apartment, let alone into his room splayed with dirty laundry that he was “gonna get to”. More importantly I knew I couldn’t love Benjamin, not the way I wanted to at least, when he told me I’m just like my mother. This sounds stupid I know, but let me explain.

After a week of working overtime, my best friend Selene dragged me out of my apartment for a night of bar hopping. Upon walking into our third stop, Benjamin grabbed my hand & told me I was pretty. That was it. There was no drawn out conversation, no playing hard to get, it was very low stakes. I gave him my number & before I got to the next bar he had called & asked when he could see me again. “Tomorrow” I said.

The next evening Benjamin showed up at my apartment with no plan other than to show up. We decided to see a movie.

The movie we saw doesn’t matter. Neither does the fact that we went to the movies. What matters is that after we left the movies, Benjamin grabbed both my hands & kissed me. When he stopped & I looked up at him he said “You taste like stale popcorn”. I thought “what the fuck?” & then he reminded me that we shared a popcorn. Our entirely relationship was like this; constant reminders of things I should have been aware of.

Ben was different from Jeremy because he never lied to me. That doesn’t necessarily mean that’s a good thing though. His honesty was one that I had to grow accustomed to. We had been dating for about two months, when I called him asking if he wanted to get dinner later & he simply replied “no”. No explanation, no rain check, no apology; he just hung up. Later he’d text me & say that we should get breakfast instead the next day because he liked being the first person I talked to in the morning. He never hid anything from me. Girls would text him, telling him how much they “missed him” how much “fun” they used to have & he’d show me his phone while laughing & ask what I thought he should say in his reply. It was almost inconceivable, how much he included me in his decisions when it came to other women. Co-workers would invite him out to dinner & drinks after work, over to their apartments, concerts & he would ask me, not if he could go (because he was going to do what he wanted regardless) or if I wanted to come with, but how I’d feel if he went it with them. We’d be waiting for our heart rates to drop back to normal after sex; our skin still dewy and tingling and he’d say “the last time was better” or “you faked it, but that’s cool” as he got up and ambled to the bathroom & I’d wonder if he had to be so honest with me all the time.

I woke up one day to him sitting at my kitchen table in just some sweatpants, signing a card. Next to him there was a huge bouquet of sunflowers. I walked over to him, fixing my bed hair into a bed bun & when I sat down he was startled. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early” he said & I looked over at the clock on microwave. “It’s after 11……does that even count as early?” I said. He looked up at me, then at the clock, then back at me & shrugged “I guess not”. I asked “Who’s the card for?” & as he sealed it, he handed to me & said “Happy Anniversary Sweetness” with no inflection. My face dropped to the floor, along with the card. “An anniversary?” I thought “have we really been dating a year? Maybe it’s like a six month anniversary? But that’s not even an anniversary!” After a few mental “Fuck!!”’s, I pulled myself together, awkwardly smiled as I picked up the card & opened it. It had been a year since I moved into my own place. In the card he wrote about how happy he was for me; that he knew how big of a deal it was for me to live on my own & he wanted me to know that it was just as important to him. I cried out of relief. He thought I was overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness, primarily because as I closed the card, hugged him, wiped my tears and sniffled into his neck, I whispered “Thank you. This means a lot.”. One year of independence; something I should have been aware of.

The first time he told me he loved me, I opened my mouth to respond & he placed his index finger on my parted lips. “Stop” he said. “Not everything I say deserves or should be met with a response Jenine. I love you. That’s it.” I of course flew into defense. “So I can’t say it back? I can’t love you in return? What kind of bullshit is that Ben? You can’t just say something like that & expect me not to say anything back.” “I never said you can’t say anything back. But think about it baby, I said I love you & your first instinct was to respond. You didn’t even really take the moment in. That’s what I’m saying. I don’t want you to love me back because I love you. I want you to love me because you actually love me.” I felt little, like a child, like I had been put in my place, handled, dealt with, but I wouldn’t let him know. “You’re such an asshole sometimes” I said “but that Benjamin, for your information, is why I love you. Because you’re only an asshole sometimes”.

There are two important things I remember from when I broke up with Ben:

1. It was raining.
2. He told me I should’ve ended us a long time ago.

I came back to the apartment from the gym. As I shook my umbrella walking through the door, Ben sauntered by in his usual attire, house sweats and no shirt, saying “You must love mopping.” in a condescending tone. I happily returned the tone saying “Definitely. I just love it! Can’t get enough.” as I rolled my eyes and the umbrella up, fastening it shut. I walked over to the kitchen & checked the fridge. All that was left was this chicken Parmesan “thing” I had attempted to make three days earlier & it looked like a big pile of mush at that point. I chucked it & decided that take out sounded good. I had a taste for some pad thai so the choice was easy. Picking up my phone & dialing the number I thought it might be a good idea to ask Ben what he wanted but I figured he’d eat whatever I ordered him. So I made the call, ordered Chicken Pad Thai and another peanut sauce dish with shrimp, and hung up. As soon as my phone had ended the call, Benjamin started an argument. “Why would you order food without asking me what I wanted?” he asked me walking out of the bedroom and I replied “I ordered food for us both. No need to say thank you”. He walked towards the window to look out but really it was all dramatics because our window looks directly at the alley behind our building that holds nothing but two dumpsters and a few forgotten cats. “Why would I say thank you to you for doing something I never asked you to do?” he said with his back turned to me “Sometimes” he scoffed, almost laughing, as he looked at the rain collect in the window sill. “Sometimes I don’t get you. Like after all this time you still do shit that irritates me and I wonder why the fuck I still want to lay next to you at night or wake up with you in the morning.” I was sitting on the sofa, absentmindedly playing with the tag on this pillow I bought two years before when he & I had just started dating. He told me the pattern on it reminded him of us; that the lines never intersected. They just changed direction. “Nobody is holding you here Ben. You can leave anytime you’d like.” I said as I picked up the remote & turned on the television.

Thirty-five minutes later I was annoyed that the food hadn’t arrived but also because Ben never left the window. He just stayed there staring at the rain while it sheeted down the window screen and when thunder roared he’d just sigh. “What could be taking this food so long? The place isn’t even that far.” I complained. “It’s the rain Jenine. Everything slows when it rains. People, cars, buses, trains, bikes, they all slow.” He paused “You also might want to factor in the idea that a bunch of people order take out on a night like this.” I answered back “I knew that!……why are you always telling me things as if I don’t know them? As if I’m not aware? It’s just annoying. You’re annoying.” Ben walked away from the window & towards the kitchen counter. He planted his two hands palm down on the counter, hoisted himself up to sit on it, looked at me & said “Maybe it’s not me that annoys you Jenine. Maybe you can’t admit that I’m ever fucking right! I can’t ever make a point without you saying “I knew that!”. If you knew it Jenine…..then why would you say half the shit you say or do half the shit you do.“ I paused the lifetime movie I had been somehow become invested in and pressed a metaphorical "play” on the scene that was unfolding in our living room. “I don’t know Ben. Maybe you’re right” I replied as I sat up, crossed my legs and interlaced my fingers over my knee. “Maybe I can’t handle the fact that you make valid points. Or perhaps it’s the fact that you can’t ever let me be wrong without making me look like a complete ass. You’re always so philosophical. "Oh thee "all knowing Ben!” Ohh he who knows more than anyone!“ I mocked. "It’s insulting. For someone who is just so wise you damn sure don’t know how to do your own fucking laundry, or wash a dish, or aim your penis directly into the bowl when you pee. Stop with the bullshit. We both have our faults.” My phone rang. The food was downstairs.

I threw on my worn out flip flops and shuffled down the 3 flights of stairs. Walking back into the apartment with food in hand, I saw that Ben had returned to the window. He walked over to the kitchen counter where I was standing, taking the food out of the brown paper bag & said “You said your ordered me food.” “I just ordered two things off the menu. I figured we’d just share.” I reasoned. “Right I get that but I don’t like peanuts. You know that. Don’t you? I’ve told you this. I’m sure I have as we’ve been together give or take I don’t know 2 & half years!” “Dammit! I whispered to myself. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking & I was hungry & I’m…..sorry. I’m just sorry.” “It’s fine” he said. “I should’ve just picked something up on the way home. It isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. You’re like your mother in that way.” “Like my mother? All of this over some take out? Listen, good luck with dinner.” I said as I grabbed a plastic fork at the bottom of the bag & headed back to the sofa. “Yeah, like your mother.” he continued, following me. “You’re always complaining that she never listens to you; that you have to remind her of things you’ve already told her. Yet, here you are never listening to me. It’s not even about the apology. It’s that I just don’t think you’re really sorry at all.” he retorted. “Fair enough.” I said, putting my food down on the coffee table. “You wanna know what I’m really sorry about Ben? Huh? Fine. I’m sorry I moved in with you. I’m sorry I’ve been in this relationship for this long because we’ll never be good enough for one another. You know that right? We’re always going to be like this Ben.” I said, pointing at the pace between with both hands. “It’s never going to be enough that we love each other. There’s gotta be more to love than whatever the fuck we’re doing. I just don’t think this is healthy. I don’t think we’re growing here. Do you?”. “Now that J…that’s the most honest thing you’ve said to me. You’re always saying what you think I want to hear and that’s my problem with you. You never say what the hell you want because you think too much about it. We are growing, it’s just apart from one another.” He sighed, finally saying “Look, I’m tired.” as he walked exhaustedly back towards the bedroom, on an empty stomach & closed the door behind him. I couldn’t figure out if he meant he was tired of us, of the arguing, of never really getting back to how we were or if he was honestly tired.

I slept on the sofa & I use the term “slept” very lightly. What I really did was stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out if this was really it for Ben & I. If that was our last real conversation; if that even counted as a conversation. I planned out what I’d say in the morning after we’d both had time to think & reflect. I’d tell him I was sorry about going off & that it’s not that I don’t want to try to make it work but that I don’t even think trying is worth an actual try. I thought about it & felt like the whole relationship was a perpetual “try”. We’d just kept getting up, dusting each other off, & holding hands until we’d fall again thinking it didn’t matter because we’d fallen together. How many times do you have to fall before you realize that perhaps it isn’t the ground that’s tripping you up? That it might just be you. Do you have to scrape your knees a few times or fall flat on your face? How do you know when you’ve had enough?

I laid there falling in & out of sleep. I had this weird dream that I was baking a cake. I kept checking on it. Ben was there but he didn’t really say much. Finally I took it out of the oven & it was burnt around the edges. He shuffled over to the stovetop & looked at the cake with a somber face. “I told you it was done 10 minutes ago. You should’ve taken it out.” he said & I just stared at him blankly because he was right. I turned the pan over and the cake popped out. I let it cool, frosted it and cut a piece. Jeremy hunched over the counter top and watched me put the cake on a plate with confusion. “You’re just going to eat a burnt cake?” he questioned me. I had just taken my first bite and was going in for a second when I looked up at him and said “It still tastes good so what’s the difference?”. “The difference, Jenine, is that you know the whole cake doesn’t taste good. Only certain parts do. Why don’t you just throw it out and make another one?” he said walking over to the cake, lifting the plate up at different points and angles to get a good look at it. It was as though he was wondering how the frosting did anything but make the cake look even sadder. I licked the last bit of frosting off my fork and said “Because, burnt or not burnt, I still love cake.”

I woke up to a sliver of sunlight shining through the living room across the floor & stopping right at the front door. I sat up & checked the time. It was 7:06. I decided I’d go to the bedroom and get some real rest. I stood up & stumbled towards the bedroom. As soon as I reached the door, Ben was coming out of the room. He was dressed & had 2 bags with him not including the backpack he’d never leave the house without. All of the things I had planned on saying were forgotten. I could barely see straight, let alone gather the words I wanted to say. He looked at me then said “Sorry. Can I just get by?”. “Sure!” I blurted out as I moved to the left, almost jumping. He walked towards the front door & I asked “Umm can at least ask where you’re going?”. He stopped moving and turned, telling me “I thought about what you said J. About us not being enough for one another. I guess I just always thought it would work itself out. But I see what you mean. I don’t know the exact moment when you came to that conclusion, or maybe you decided it, but you should’ve ended us then instead of now. So I’m leaving. I guess I’ll pick up the rest of my stuff over the next couple of weeks.”. That’s it. He was gone. Whatever he had left, the “stuff” he mentioned, was never picked up. They were minuscule items really; a toothbrush, some body wash, a value pack of razors. Things that made you think of him, even though they were all replaceable. It didn’t take long for me to realize that much like the burnt cake, I still loved Ben.

To be continued or whatever…….

Lacy Details

A/N: In honor of Victoria Secret fashion show, I decided to write one based around it with Steve. Thank you all for the support  💕 

Warnings: Smut

Originally posted by queenc-x

“Hey, Nancy! Wait up!” I shouted at Nancy as we were leaving the classroom. Nancy turns around and waits for me to catch up with her. 

“What’d you need?” She asks me while smiling.

“Well um.. Steve has been going through some shit right now and I want to do something that’ll cheer him up, but I don’t know what? What do you do with Jonathan when he’s upset?”

“Usually we talk about what we’re going through and jam to some music or watch a movie. Maybe try talking to him about it?”

“Yeah we have talked about it already, I just want to cheer him up. I think I know what I’m going to do.”

A large figure separates us and wraps its arms around Nancy and I’s shoulders. “Hello ladies.” It was Billy. I should’ve been able to tell since all we could smell was cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. 

“Billy.” I say as I push his arm off of me. Nancy does the same and mouthed ‘see you later’ before she continued walking off. Great now I’m alone with Billy.

“Oh come on, Darling. You don’t have to be so mean.” He says as he leans on the wall behind him.

I roll my eyes. “Is there something you want? Because if not, I’m gonna leave.”

He does his signature smile and licks his lips before talking. “Heard you and Harrington are having some problems.”

“No we aren’t and it’s none of your business.” I attempt to walk away from him, only to have my arm grabbed.

“If he isn’t satisfying your needs,Y/n, you know I could help you with that.”

Pulling my arm away from him. “One, Steve is more than satisfying me. Two, why would I want to be with the piece of trash that sleeps with a different girl every night. And three, don’t ever -”

“- Touch a girl without her permission. Let alone touch my girl again.” Steve cuts me off and wraps an arm around my waist. “Come on beautiful.” He guides me away from Billy.

“You’re going to get it Harrington! You better watch your back!” Billy shouts down the hall causing everyone to be quiet and whisper amongst their friends.

Eventually we get to Steve’s car. I love his car because it has everything that resembles him in it - jackets, the smell of his cologne, his favorite cassette tapes, stuff from my neighbor Dustin and his friend’s in the back seat. Gosh don’t get me started on how cute he is with those kids. “Sorry about him back there.” Steve says while igniting the engine.

“It’s okay. I was just talking to Nancy about stuff and he came and interrupted us. Sorry if it’s weird to mention Nancy.”

He laughs, “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s okay? She’s happy with Jonathan and I’m beyond happy with you.” He says as he places a hand on my thigh and leans over to kiss me on the cheek, causing me to blush. Even though we’ve been dating for 8 months, I still blush over every little thing he does. “You’re so cute.” he says.

“Can we stop by the mall? I have to pick something up.”

“Yeah sure.” He pulls out of the school parking lot and starts heading to the mall. Since the mall is only about 15 minutes away from our school, I put in one of Steve’s favorite cassette tapes. “This song is the shit!!” The song he was referring to was Girls On Film by Duran Duran. 

“See them walking hand in hand
Across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out
Are so bright”
Steve sings along with the stereo while drumming the beat on the steering wheel. I swear there’s nothing this kid could do that I wouldn’t love.

After minutes of singing along to the blaring music in the car, we arrive to the mall. Steve pulls his keys out of the ignition and starts to get out of the car. “I just have to run in and pick something up, so you can just stay in the car.”

“No, it’s okay I can -”

“Steve, just stay in the car.”

He puts his hands up in defense, ”Okay but give me a kiss before you leave.”

I lean across to kiss him. “You’re going to see it later anyways.” replying as I smile into the kiss. I quickly close the door and run inside the mall to the Victoria Secret store. Last night I drove out here to try on this really sexy black lacy bra, but I didn’t buy it because I knew my mom would have a fit if she saw me walking in the house with a Victoria Secret bag. This morning my mom flew out for one of her job’s events, so I wouldn’t have to worry about her seeing it for the whole weekend. And as for my dad, I didn’t really have one. He left when I was really little, so I don’t really remember much about him.

“Hi, welcome to Victoria Secret are you looking for anything specific?”

“Hi. I have three items on hold here and I’d like to buy them.”

“Okay, follow me.” We walk over to the check out area. “What’s the name?”


“And the last name?”


“Great! These are the three items, correct?” She says while showing me the bra, garter belt, and nylons. I already had the matching underwear at home.

“Yeah.” I reply back smiling.

“Is there anything else I can help you find today?”

“No, just these three items is all.”

“Alright, your total is $49.04″

I hand her the cash, “You keep the change.”

She hands me the bag. “Have a great day!” She says with a big smile across her face. Walking out to the car, all I was picturing was how Steve would react to me in this outfit. He’s never seen me in something like this and that made me very excited. I sit down in the passenger seat and close the door only to turn around and see a smug look on Steve’s face.

“What’d you get?” He says while attempting to reach for the bag, but I pull it away.

“I told you that you’d see it later.” I place a hand behind his ear and play with his hair a bit, which I saw create goosebumps on his arms. “And guess what… My mom is gone all weekend.”

Steve bites his lip, “Off to your house it is.” And he turned on his car so quick and sped to my house. I’ve never seen him drive that fast before…well…that’s a lie, but I could tell he was very eager to get to my house. He pulls up in my drive way the same time Dustin walks out of his house. “No no no, I love this kid but no I don’t want to talk right now. We have stuff to do.” Which causes me to laugh. We get out of the car and grab our stuff from the back seat.

“Hey, Steve! And hey Y/n!” I wave to Dustin.

“Um hey Dustin. I can’t really talk right now, y/n and I are sort of busy.” Steve said as I picked up my book bag and slid it on my shoulder and head towards my front door to unlock it.

“Geez, okay.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just.. remember when I told you about electricity?”

“Electricity.. electricity.. oh. OH. Ew you guys are fucking disgusting.”

“You’ll understand when you’re older.”

“I don’t want to. Disgusting.” He said shaking his head in disapproval.

“Good. Stay little. You’re growing up to fast already anyways.” Steve ruffles his hat.

“Well have fun. Don’t become a dad tonight.” Dustin says catching both Steve and I off guard and causes me to laugh.

“I won’t. Wait what?” Dustin runs away before Steve could do something to him. Steve finally grabs his stuff and meets me by the door. “Little shithead.”

I open up the door to set down my bags and take off my shoes. Steve does the same fairly fast and shuts the door behind him. “Is there anything you want to eat?” Next thing I know, I’m pushed up against the wall with Steve’s aggressive lips making contact with mine. I kiss back immediately since I was craving this as much as Steve. 

He then moves down and kisses my neck. “You.” he says between kisses. I let a moan escape which causes Steve to smile against my skin. He puts his hands on the back of my thighs signaling me to jump up. I jump up and he brings us to the couch. He sits down with me on top of his lap, grinding slowly as we make out. His warm finger tips make contact with the skin under my shirt. “Come on baby.” he says as he tries to take off my shirt.

I put my hands on top of his and slowly peel them away. Shaking my head, “tonight I’m treating you.” I get off of his lap while still holding his hand. “Follow me.” I take his hand and guide him upstairs to my room, grabbing the Victoria Secret bag on the way. We get to my room and I push him down on the bed. “Stay here and don’t move.” I go to my drawers and grab the panties then take the bag and go to the bathroom that’s connected to my room. After shutting the door, I take off all of my clothes and undergarments I had on previously. I slide on the lacy black thong and put on the see-through black bra. Then I put on the lacy garter belt around my waist, roll up the black nylons up to my mid thighs, and clasp them into the hooks. Once I finish getting ready, I step back and take a look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit, I look pretty damn hot. I open up the door and see Steve sitting on my bed in just his boxers. As I step out I feel his eyes take in all of me from head to toe. I walk over to him and stand between his legs. “I’ve heard that someone’s been a bad boy and hasn’t taken time for himself lately.” He reach up and touches my waist and starts to drag it down my side, but I stop him. “This is all about you baby. Lay back and relax.” Steve was already rock hard; you could tell by the tent in his boxers. He lays back on my pillow after I said so. I slowly crawl up onto the bed and on top of him. I lean down and kiss his soft lips. He places his hands on my hips and guides me to grind on him. Again I take his away and pin them next to his head. “No touching.” I say pulling back from the kiss. I continue to grind on his hard cock. I then move down to kiss his neck causing Steve to release a low groan from his throat. I kiss down his his neck to his torso and then ending with a kiss at the top of his boxers. As I pull down his boxers slightly and his cock springs up and slaps his toned stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke up and down. Steve lifts up his hips some telling me he wants me to go faster, but I don’t abide. I lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, then take all of him into my mouth. I make eye contact with him as I bob up and down which makes Steve lose it. He immediately sits up and pulls me down on the bed. 

Steve crashes his lips into mine. “I fucking love you so much.” He says between kisses. He then rips my thong off of me and I whimper because that was my absolute favorite pair. “I’ll by you a new one.” He says before rubbing my clit. “Look how wet you are for me.” Steve slides two fingers in and out of me slowly. I grip the sheets and arch my back with how good his fingers feel inside of me. He picks up the pace and curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot immediately.

“Fuck Steve!” I moan loudly. He continues at that pace and goes down and starts sucking on my clit, pushing me over the edge. “I’m…I’m gonna cum.”

All at once he stops what he’s doing. “No you’re not. Not without me inside you.” He slides himself in achingly slow, filling me slowly so he can feel all of me and I can feel all of him. I run my hands up his back from his waist as he thrusts back and fourth. My hands eventually end up at the back of his neck so I can pull his head down to kiss me. Our lips were eager for each other’s. I wanted to be close to Steve as much as I could, so I wrapped my legs around his waist which allowed Steve to go even deeper. I didn’t even know that was possible. Doing so, he reached a new spot that sent chills throughout my body. I tug at the bottom of his hair and Steve let out a loud moan. 

Our faces were only centimeters away and the heat between us only grew. “I’m going to cum” I whispered since we were so close. Steve’s pace started to become uneven. He hits the spot that leaves me numb.

“N-now.” He says letting me know that it’s okay. I lean my head against the pillow and close my eyes in ecstasy. As I cum, I tighten my grip around his length. I feel Steve release inside me as he continues to go in and out of me slowly. Once he’s done, he pulls out and falls on the pillow beside me. I turn on my side to face him. He places a hand on my hip. “I love these lacy details on you.” he says out of breath with a cheeky smile. 

I lay on his shoulder and trace patterns on his chest. “You still owe me a pair of underwear. That was my favorite pair.”

“Well next time, don’t wear any.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, dumbass.”

dallas & your ex - imagine

requested by @suuny96 - (thanks for requesting babe! im really sorry that it took so long to post!1! i’ve been backed up by hw :/)
warnings: mild cursing

To many, Dallas Winston seemed like an icy glare and a leather jacket - the guy that everyone knew to be outwardly hard, cold and mean. But Dally was yours; you knew that Dal wasn’t as cold as many thought he was. Sure, he had a pretty tough outer shell, but something told you that for as long as you two had been together, Dal had thawed out a little just for you.

He never really liked taking you out, always wanting to stay at his, yours, or very occasionally the Curtises’. Whenever he did take you out, it would usually be because you’d been bringing it up to him. So even though Dal didn’t really like watching movies and would normally fall asleep during the showing, he reluctantly promised to take you out to the moviehouse this time. Having time to kill before the movie had shown, you two stopped by at the DX to bother Steve and Soda.

“Well, Soda! Look who decided to show their faces,”Steve called over at you two, giggling with car grease on his cheek. His voice had made Soda look up from around a car hood.

“Dal, Y/N! What are you two up to over here?” Soda beamed, eyes gleaming as usual.

“We came to see Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Why else?” Dal answered, referring to Steve and Soda.

"Well, It’s good to see ya, but Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee are real busy today, Dal,” Soda said, eyeing the cars beginning to make a line down the driveway. Somehow, even before it got busy, Steve had been trying to work on two cars at once while Soda stood pumping gas. But out of the line of cars that waited for gas, a single car seemed familiar to you.  And then it hit you.

You knew exactly whose car that belonged to. You could even make out the despised facial features of the guy in the driver’s seat. It was your ex-boyfriend - the boy who you used to be deathly afraid of, who cheated on you like it was nothing. The boy who Dallas Winston knew absolutely nothing about.

He’d been drumming his fingers on the outside of the car, arm haning out of his rolled-down window. And then the dreaded moment came. He spotted you. 

"Y/N, baby? Is that who I’m lookin’ at?” he asked, sarcastically smirking before getting out the car to walk over.

Baby?” Dally turned around to the guy that had been calling you, his eyebrows furrowed and sat heavily upon his eyes - he was automatically bothered by the guy calling you ‘baby’.

“It is, isn’t it? Well, how’ve you been? Don’t tell me you’re Winston’s girl now,” he laughed, attempting to get under your skin. “C’mon baby, you know you belong to me! You don’t wanna be hangin’ ‘round a hood like him. I still care  about you doll. I know you still love me.”

“Alright jackass, back off before I give you a fat lip,” Dally said, almost instinctively stepping in front of you. "Y/N, d'you know who this asshole is?”

“Oh, Y/N never said a thing about me? Funny. It seemed like yesterday that she wanted to go on screamin’ my name.”

“Dal, he’s… this is my ex-boyfriend.” You gently spoke out from behind Dally, grabbing onto his arm for a quick second, your voice real low. “Dal, he was real terrible. I-I mean he used to beat on me and yell… I jus- we should just leave, alright?”

“He what?” Dal turned all the way back towards you.

“C’mon Dal, don’t make a scene.”

“I ain’t makin’ no scene. This jackoff deserves a fuckin’ broken nose,” Dally told you, pointing at your ex. You knew he was annoyed; he didn’t like the way you brushed off something like that.  He shifted his gaze back at your ex, a stare long and hard. Dal got close to him, nudging your ex backward with a heavy palm to his shoulder. “And if you know what’s good for you, you oughta shut your mouth and get lost, man.” 

Your ex didn’t take this all too well. You knew he didn’t like being shown up - he had some ego on him. “Received loud and clear,” he started, sardonically smiling. “But if you know what’s good for you - boy, you’d do exactly the same, my friend.”

The two glared at each other for quite a bit and your heart hammered in your chest. You did admire that Dal stood up for you, but you just didn’t want fists to fly. It had always irritated you, the way Dally would come home battered and bruised. So, thank god, before anything escalated any further, Soda stepped in, clearly bothered by the commotion while on the job.

“Alright fellas, that’s enough. Lovebirds, you oughta  get to the moviehouse before you miss the showing,” Soda said, looking at you and Dal. Then, he looked at your ex. “And you - get gas or get lost, pal.”

At this, Steve sucked his teeth. “Naw, c’mon Soda! I wanted to see a fight. Ain’t seen nothing good all day! How ‘bout you swing by when Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee have break next time?”

“Whatever, man,” Dally brushed it all off and shrugged his shoulders. “C’mon, Y/N.” Dal protectively slung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as you both made your way toward the movie house. Something about his face seemed heavy. More grave than the mug he gives to most people. There was something about him… he seemed contemplative, antsy or something - like something was eating at him. You couldn’t put your finger on it. To be fair though, he had never been the easiest person to read.

When you and Dal got there and went to find seats - which happened to always be in the back because of Dally, of course - he never sat down. 

“I’ll be right back, alright?” he said. Except he didn’t wait for a response - he just up and left. The bathroom maybe? An uneasy feeling settled in your gut. What was Dallas up to?

In what seemed like a decade, though only actually about 15 minutes, Dal was back in the seat next to you, a big black-and-blue sitting right at his cheekbone.

“God, what happened? Where did you go?”

“Nowhere important, Y/N.”

“Dal, please don’t go on telling me that you went after him.”

“I think it’s a little late for that.”

“Winston, what did you do?”

“Don’t fuckin’ worry ‘bout it. He got that broken nose we were talkin’ ‘bout earlier.”

“You did what?” 

Hearing the question, Dally leaned up against you, as if he was getting ready to fall asleep on you. He rested his head on your shoulder.

“Well, he was askin’ for it, wasn’t he?”  


a/n: i hope u liked it! it’s kinda hard to write for dally so im sorry if it sucked a lil <3

I can see people's auras... and it's a curse.

Yes, I can see people’s auras.

And I hate saying it so bluntly. It makes me sound like some hack psychic who fakes the ability as a means of exploitation and a paycheck. I’ve never made money from my ability. I’ve never taken advantage of it. And, until now, I’ve never spoken of it to anybody.

But I really do see them, and I’m starting to view it as more of a curse. I have a reason for typing this out and I assure you, there isn’t a happy ending.

For me, it’s quite simple. I see a faint light surrounding people. Everyone. And in that light, I can see their morality. The brighter and more translucent the light is, the better the person. The darker and opaquer, the worse. Dim and partly translucent are morally ambiguous. To simplify things, those are the three ways I describe them. Dark equals evil. Bright equals good. Dim equals somewhere in between. It’s strange, I’ve always viewed the people with grey/dim auras as… arbiters. Mediators. The people in between, who aren’t one or the other, and will always have difficult decisions to make.

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Secret Daughter (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

 Summary: For her own safety Y/N Stark does not exist, but Tony could really use his daughters’ help in recruiting a one, Peter Parker.

A/N: Honestly, stark!reader fics are my favorite to read and write. Will either add one more part or make it a series (woo!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None that I can think of…


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st/it crossover: headcanon with babysitter steve

-so it’s canon that the st/it kids would meet one time when joyce took all the kids to visit jonathon at college in maine and instantly take a liking to each other (yes ik the st kids would be older but here they’re all 16/17leave me alone, let me live and dream) (also hopper and joyce are together in this, like the world should be so el and will live together)

-once hopper adopted el, he realized she wouldn’t go anywhere without the rest of the party so him and joyce decided to get a big ass minivan

-it’s summer break so jonathon, nancy and steve are all home from college

-which means babysitter steve is out and ready

-steve was the only one that stayed in hawkins for college which works as a huge plus for joyce and hopper when they go out and need a babysitter

- “mom I’m 15, I don’t need a babysitter”

- “well, you’re still small and fragile and our town is literally insane so I beg to differ”

-the losers and the party have known each other since they were 14 and talk almost everyday and always talk about the losers coming to hawkins

-now that richie finally turned 16 he can drive so the seven packed into his truck and booked it when summer started

-anyway,, one day nancy and jonathon go out on a date

-but hopper and joyce are going out too

-so it’s steve’s time to shine

-however about two hours later, when the losers show up, steve realizes he has his work cut out for him

-stan, lucas and bill are all outside looking at birds and trees and steve sighs in relief when he realizes that those are three less kids he needs to worry about bc I mean, they’re watching the sky

-mike h and dustin are talking about magnets and science and shit bc my smart boys love that shit

-ben shows steve and dustin his poems for his girlfriend samantha back home and dustin goes “I’m going to you for relationship advice from here on out”

- “yeah, me too” says steve

-richie, will, mike w. and eddie are running around the backyard (mike’s actually just chasing richie bc he keeps flirting with will. also richie called mike bitchboy so that boy is anGRY)

-eddie and will are running after them desperately trying to prevent richie’s murder

-bev, el and max are all outside too, sitting on the lone picnic table not so discreetly sharing a cigarette while el moves random things around

-steve almost has a heart attack when eleven moves a chair over richie’s head and drops it on him


-“use them safely”


- “at least she used the plastic chair instead of the metal one”


-steve turning around to see lucas, stan and bill wandering into the woods

-“hey, idiOTS! where the HELL do you think you’re going??? the woods are off limits and I will not taint my reputation by losing ANY kids”

-richie glaring at el so hard that all she can do is smirk in return

-“i wasted gas to come here just to get constantly abused”

-eddie smacking richie on the arm “beep beep richie”

-everyone beeping tf out of richie 25/8

-steve panicking when it’s starts to rain and he heards the group inside

-“im not taking care anyone of you shits if you get sick, so gET INSIDE”

-there’s 13 of them in total so steve is constantly running around trying to locate them

-its so stressful he literally ends up making an attendance sheet

- “okay so we have max, will, mike, other mike, ben, bill, stan, lucas, dustin- where the fuck are beverly, el, richie and eddie?”

-“richie and eddie are probably making out in wills room and beverly and el are smoking outside”

-steve jumps up so fukin quick and drags richie and eddie out of wills room and eddie is sO red

- “great now I have to burn my sheets”

- “oh please we know you’re not as innocent as you look, byers”

-now it’s mike’s turn to go red

- “beep beep, richie. jesus christ im going to get el to drop a bus on you next time” -steve

-when steve finally gets eleven and beverly from outside, he puts a bunch of snacks out and puts on a movie

-bill, stan, max, lucas, will, bev and eleven are all on the couch while dustin, eddie and richie, mike, ben, and mike (he’s sitting under will) are all on the floor

- steve is on the reclining chair watching them all curl up together and his heart swells bc damn he loves his annoying ass kids

-everything is peaceful until richie throws popcorn on el and she dumps a full can of soda on his head some of which ends up on eddie who screams bloody murder and fling his arm up and spraying everyone on couch with his water which leads dustin to commence a food fight

-they spend the rest of the night cleaning and steve just fucking sighs bc he went from being the king of everything to a single mother with 13 fucking kids who have behavioral problems

-(he wouldn’t have it any other way tho)

Farewell, Pretty Little Liars.

Today is the day that we must finally say goodbye to Pretty Little Liars. With its never-ending theories and constant renewals, the PLL endgame always seemed like an intangible, abstract and theoretical concept that is just so far away, that it will simply never come. It feels so surreal to say that today is that day, which again, over the years, was never in sight. I thought watching Pretty Little Liars would just be some light, weekly, background entertainment. On June 8 2010, I did not truly know what crazy rollercoaster I had stumbled upon. Through numerous ups and downs, these past 7 years have certainly been unforgettable. If you told me seven years ago that a television show will have such a positive impact on my life, I would have laughed at you and called you dramatic. Tell me that today, and I’ll smile in appreciation at the positive influence and power a television show can bestow upon its viewers.

Not every show makes it to seven seasons, particularly mystery shows. Seven years is a long time. I started watching this show when I was 13, and I am now 19. (I realise I am probably very young in comparison to most other PLL fans!) Just to visually see this: Pretty Little Liars was with me while I was 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19. These are arguably some of the most important years of one’s life. As I grew, PLL grew too, in a literal sense, as we got a time jump where the characters matured, but also in figurative sense, since the stories gradually shifted from being high-school oriented to dark and twisted themed through a demented dollhouse and a psychologically straining board game. All while PLL was on the air, I graduated from primary school and high school, started university, got my driver’s license, my first job, credit card, car, gone overseas by myself, and made life-long friendships. Achieving all that never was easy, but it was made easier by PLL. If I ever struggled in my personal development, I always had PLL to fall back upon for psychological stability and security, aside from general entertainment. A part of me sees the end of PLL as if the training wheels are coming off my bike: for 7 years, I was learning how to become a young man, and now that I finally am one, I no longer need this safety rock that is PLL in order to continue developing.

This long, personal post is dedicated to me and my seven-year relationship with Pretty Little Liars.

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Yours to Hold

Jughead x Reader

Jughead is dating Betty,  and the reader is doing everything in their power to make sure that he doesn’t find out they like him. Based on the requested song: Yours to Hold by Skillet.

Warnings: Swearing (like one, again.)

Word Count: 2,240

A/N: This kind of took on a mind of it’s own as I kept writing. I had an idea for this being like super sad but like I never want Jug to be hurt ever so I let my hands write while my mind wandered. I was also thinking about doing a literal interpretation of the lyrics, but I wasn’t feeling that either. This felt right, i guess? It’s more metaphorical. I hope it’s still okay!

i see you standing here

but you’re so far away

starving for your attention

you don’t even know my name

Betty and Jughead had been an official couple for two months. Two months you had to push down your feelings you’ve had for him since grade nine. Two months you couldn’t walk down the hall without trying to avoid eye contact with both of them. Two months of your heart breaking over and over, every time you saw him climb to her window from your house across the street. You never pegged yourself for the girl next door, but here you were anyway. Although you were pretty sure that this time you wouldn’t be getting the guy.  It tore you up inside, always being the one that likes but isn’t liked back. It’s not like you and Jughead were close, you reasoned with yourself, so it’s not like he would’ve known, but you were good enough acquaintances to nod to each other in the hallway or share glances in the classroom when the teacher said something stupid.

You mainly knew Jughead and Betty and Archie through Veronica, your closest friend since she moved here at the end of last summer. You guys were a perfect fit, she needed someone spill her secrets to and you were someone who wouldn’t tell a soul. Who would you have to tell, anyway? The most social interaction you had was when you went to art club, but even then you kept to yourself and your drawings. Your drawings couldn’t hurt you.

What did hurt you, though, is that sometimes, on the best occasion, Jughead would come to you. Well, he would come sit beside you. You would draw in Pop’s diner late at night when you didn’t feel any inspiration from the school studio, so he would come and sit across from you with his laptop to write. It only happened once or twice, but every time it did your stomach started to turn and you couldn’t help but smile as your pencil hit the paper. It only hurt because it didn’t happen every day.

You were at your locker, going through the motions until you could go to the art room at the end of the day, and you were about to get books for your next class when Ronnie saunters up beside you.

“Hey girl, you hear the news?” she asks, her books wrapped in her arms, her bag slung over her shoulder in a way that only she could make fashionable.

“What?” you ask, exchanging the books in your hand for the ones on the top shelf. You grab your sketchbook, secretly filled with drawings and pictures taken of Ronnie’s gang, random kids in the hall, and Jughead. An overwhelmingly abundance of Jughead. You like to observe just like him, you just draw what you see instead of writing it. This sketch book was your version of his novel, which of course you heard about from Ronnie who heard it from Betty.

You probably knew more than you should about them, but whenever Ronnie started talking about them,  you didn’t stop her.

“The stuff about Polly!” she smirks, knowing that she’s just egging you on.

“Polly? Betty’s sister? Why would I care about her?” you ask, closing your locker, your face scrunching up just a bit, books in hand.

“Betty told me that there’s rough water in loveland.” she says, motioning for you to walk with her down the hall.

“Really?” you try to sound disinterested, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Mhmmmm. Betty has been so focused on her sister, and so now Jug has been cancelling plans, not showing up on time…” she trails off, looking over at you as she flips her hair over her shoulders.

“That must be… rough.” you say, unsure of how to respond.

“It’s your chance! I’ve been talking you up to all of them, I think you should make a real effort to get to know them.” she urges, turning to you and putting a hand on your arm. You were at your next class, her class just the next door down.

“You know what happened last time.” you remind her, remembering what happened when she tried to introduce you the last time. You could barely get two words out to any of them, fumbling over sentences and stuttering over the simplest of words. They all laughed it off, but there was definitely an awkward feel hanging in the air, and Jughead didn’t even look up from his laptop.

“I think you’re ready, you’re basically my best friend now, so they have to accept you. And beside, it’s my chance too.” she says, referencing her small crush on Betty as she blows a kiss and walks to her class. You sigh and roll your eyes, hoping that maybe this time she was right. Maybe this time you wouldn’t be the invisible girl in the corner, doodling in her notebook.

you’re going through so much

don’t you know that I could be the one to hold you?

It was movie night at Ronnie’s house. You were in your pajamas, which were just short shorts and a baggy t-shirt, ready to settle in to watch whatever she picked, since it was her turn.

“Did you hear?” she asks, walking in with the popcorn.

“What?” you ask, looking her up and down.

“Jug broke up with Betty.” she says, sitting down and crossing her legs.

“No, no way he would ever do that.” you say, shaking your head. That’s impossible, Jughead was head over heals for her just like you were for him, only difference is that he made his feelings public.

“He did. Betty told me that the reason he gave her was because there was someone else.” she smirks.

“No way, who?” you ask, wondering if it was maybe Josie, or even Ronnie herself.

The doorbell rings before she has a chance to answer.

“Be right back.” she says, setting the popcorn down and raising her eyebrows as she goes to the door.

A few minutes later she comes back with Archie and Jughead.

Your eyes grow wide as you stare down Veronica.
“I thought my boys could join us.” she says nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as she sits down to the left of you.

Archie takes a seat next to Veronica, leaving the only spot open on the right, so of course that’s where Jug sits.

You try to give him a smile without completely embarrassing yourself, and you think you see a smile as he gives you a nod of his head, his eyes lifting to look at the screen.

“Choice of movie?” you ask Ronnie, breaking the tension that had probably only been building in your mind.

“I thought we could let them decide, since they’re new members to movie night.” she says with a smile, looking from Archie to Jughead.

“I don’t know Veronica, I think whatever you pick is probably good enough.” Archie chimes in, pulling his sleeves down as he crosses his arms. It was clear that if Archie didn’t have a crush, he definitely didn’t want to get on Ronnie’s bad side.

“Alright, Titanic it is.” she says with a small laugh, getting up to put in the movie. She then dims the lights and plops right down next to you, giving you a wink as she does.

The movie begins and you sigh in relief. There’s no more talking for at least the next three hours. You lean into the back of the sofa, ready to enjoy the movie when Jughead brushes your shoulder with his. You stiffen. Was that on purpose?

You take a deep breath and begin to relax a little. Just as you do though, Jughead puts his arm around the back of the couch, inches away from your neck.

You glance at Ronnie, wondering if she’s seeing any of this. The smirk on her face says it all. The movie isn’t even 15 minutes in and you can’t seem to stand it anymore. You get up and mumble something about getting a drink, going to her kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You take a deep breath.

You turn around and run straight into Jughead, spilling water not only all over yourself, but all over him too.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” you manage to get out, scrambling to find where Ronnie keeps her paper towels or washcloths, or anything.

“Don’t worry about it, it fits the theme.” he says, gesturing back towards the screen. You can’t help but chuckle at the comment. Sometimes you forget how funny Jughead can be.

“Yeah I guess so. ‘I’ll never let go, Jack.’” you mimic the movie in a high pitch voice, but still low enough to not disturb your friends in the other room.

“Do you wanna get out of here? I mean Titanic is great and all, but I do not want to be here when they start making out.” he scoffs.

“Who? Rose and Jack?” you question, a look of confusion on your face. You didn’t think that part was so bad.

“No, Archie and Veronica.” he corrects, a smirk playing on his lips, “dinner at Pop’s? You’re buying. It’ll make up for the water damages.”

You turn to notice that Archie has his hand on the back of the couch over Veronica, just like Jughead did with you.

He turns and walks away without another word, going out to his car, you guessed. Only then did you start to panic. Did Jughead Jones just ask you out? Was this backwards upside down reverse april fools day or something?

You grab your backpack and head for the door, only then realizing that you’re still in pajamas. You shake your head at the thought, this wasn’t a date. This was just his lame attempt at finding an excuse to get out of movie night. This would be just like the other times, where you would sit in silence.

you will see someday

that all along the way

i was yours to hold

Sitting in Pop’s on a late Friday night was like a low-key therapy session. You just hoped Ronnie wouldn’t be too mad that you left without telling her, but she seemed preoccupied and you were pretty sure she would understand.

Jughead ordered a burger and a milkshake while you just had a water. You couldn’t risk any food stains getting in your sketchbook.

You pulled out the one you always carried around in your backpack, opening to a blank page before setting it out on the table where he could see. Unlike the last few times, though, he doesn’t pull out his laptop. He doesn’t even have his bag with him.

“No novel tonight?” you question.

He shakes his head as you pull out a pencil. He might not have his novel but you sure as hell weren’t giving up your drawing.

The first pencil stroke to the page and it’s like your hand knew automatically what to do. It went directly to the curves in his hair, the lines on his face. You were just hoping he was too focused on his food to notice.

“I’m sorry about Betty.” you say under your breath, just trying to make conversation.

“Don’t be. I realized I only liked her because she was filling a void.” he states, stirring his straw in his shake. He was trying to be poetic, you could tell.

“Void?” you ask.

“I’ve had a crush on this girl since about grade eight, been real quiet about it, not even Arch knows. We haven’t had many conversations, she seems distant, nose always in a book. I just started hanging out with her more and more recently, though, so I’m hoping I at least get a date.” he explains, hope in his eyes that you don’t see. You’re too focused on the details of his beanie.

“That’s a real quick rebound.” you say, not really paying attention.

“Not if they’ve always been there.” he says. That gets your attention, and your eyes lock with his. Was he talking about you? He couldn’t be, there was no way.

You’re too caught up in your own thoughts you don’t even realize that he’s snatched your sketchbook right from under you.

“Don’t-” you say, a little too late. He’s already looking, and that one page leads to him flipping through all of them. Page after page of his beanie, his hair, his jawline. You probably knew his features better than anyone out there.

“Wow, you really did draw me like one of the french girls.” he remarks, a huge smile on his face. You liked his smile, very much so.

He meets your gaze and sets the book down. There’s something between you, something that wasn’t there before. It was the start of something, just what it was you didn’t know yet, but it was exciting, thrilling, and it made your stomach turn into knots and your heart flutter in your chest.

“I’ve always been there, Jug.” you say, finally letting it out.

“I know,” he says, leaning closer across the table, “and I’m mad at myself for taking so long to realize it.”

Closer and closer still, you close your eyes and try to brace yourself for what’s going to be the most thrilling ride of your life. Sink or swim, this ship was one you wanted to be on.   

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Things I learned re-watching Anastasia after having seen the musical

Originally posted by crazykingbee

1. Gleb is the nameless officer on the horse in Rumor in St.Petersburg. I’ve decided. 

2. John Bolton actually really fucking looks like Vlad. A+ casting

3. SassyAnya is the best and more of her sass should’ve been translated to the stage version. Also historically Anastasia was sassy and that should’ve been kept. 

Originally posted by touchyfeelytime

4. Why wasn’t this in the stage version

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

5. I wish Bartok could’ve somehow been translated to stage. I understand why he got cut, but Bartok is the best. Also, someone should’ve said this to Gleb:

Originally posted by xbadassredhead

6. Once Upon a December was actually really beautifully translated 

7. Christy Altomare really sounds like Liz Callaway during “Once Upon a December” and “Journey to the Pasty”. A+ casting

8. “In My Dreams” really was a gorgeous song and fit really nicely with “Once Upon a December” and “Journey to the Past” 

9. I really wish Bartok had been translated to the stage

10. I can’t listen to “Stay, I Pray You” without thinking of “In the Dark of the Night” and vice versa. Nonetheless, I’m really glad they used the music in the show. 

11. Rasputin was terrifying, but also hilarious and I missed him

Originally posted by madhushaala

12. “That’s what I hate about this government, everything’s in red” is the only historically accurate thing in the movie and it was the B E S T

13. Dimitry and Anya working together is beautiful and there should’ve been more of it in the musical

14. Rasputin and Bartok are what Jafar and Iago were initially supposed to be like. Jafar was initially easily angered and flew off the handle, while Iago was calm and level headed, they ended up swapping their personalities. But Rasputin and Bartok have the original dynamic and I think that’s great. 

15. Vlad and Lily’s relationship in the musical was hilarious and I loved it, but I do wish that Vlad had been a little more excited/doting the way he is about Sophie in the film.  

16. I  r e a l l y wish Bartok had been translated to the stage

17. The dress Dimitry hands Anya is definitely NOT the same dress she wears in the following scene 


Originally posted by centerofmyuniverse

19. I liked the change of Dimitry really not being able to dance

20. Pooka was also the best 

21. Anyas’s nightmare was actually the most horrifying thing ever 

22. “Close the Door” was also a really beautiful addition and added a lot to the Dowager’s character

23. Can Bernadette Peters play Lily at some point, please? Or the Dowager, just someone, please? 

24. I wish Dimitry’s verse of “Paris Hold the Key” hadn’t been cut

Originally posted by labeautepourlabeaute

25. Why wasn’t some version of “Princess don’t marry kitchen boys” in the show?


27. Quartet at the Ballet added so much to that scene, I loved it. 

28. There could’ve been more tension between Dimitry and Anya in the show

29. I really need Angela Lansbury to play the Dowager when/if Mary Beth Peil leaves

30. Anya should’ve slapped Dimitry 

Originally posted by animated-gif-library

31. They should’ve keep the original lullaby for Anya and the Dowager. “Soon you’ll be home with me…”. It made more sense. 

32. I L O V E D “In a Crowd of Thousands”, but I really liked Anya remembering with her Grandmother. 

33. Bartok is the best sidekick

Originally posted by whatwouldwaltdo

34. I really wish Bartok had been translated to the stage

35. The scene with Anya and the Dowager reminiscing should’ve been in the musical

36. I think I like MusicalVlad more than MovieVlad, just because there’s more of him to like 

37. I understand the dynamic between Gleb and Anya is different than the dynamic of Rasputin and Anya, but the face-off on stage should’ve had more too it. We all knew Gleb wasn’t going to shoot Anya, but Anya should’ve fought back more. She could’ve even saved Dimitry, I don’t know, it just needed more. 

38. “This is for Dimitry, this is for my family, and this is for you” somehow should’ve been kept. 

39. The end was really well translated 


Well that’s it folks, if you actually read all this I appreciate you

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Entanglement: Part 3

Entanglement: Part 3

Word count: 8.7k

Genre/Warnings: polyamory, angst, dirty talk, Dom! Jin, Sub! Namjoon

Pairing: Jin x Reader x Namjoon

Summary: You and Namjoon go on a business trip with Jin and you finally get to meet his family.

(sorry for mistakes, i’ve had kind of a shitty day. Enjoy :) )

Parts: onetwo

You were more than ready for tomorrow. Once you left work you were on a plane to Jin’s hometown. You are more than excited but also couldn’t be more nervous. You didn’t know which one balanced the other out. On one hand you got to see Jin’s family which you were very curious about but you were also very scared to meet them because you knew they would instantly judge you.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #124 - Zootopia

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.

Format: Blu-ray

1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.

2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.

Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”

3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.

Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”

Judy: “Nope.”

Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”

Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”

4) Gideon Grey.

Originally posted by masha-russia

Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.

5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.

6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.

Originally posted by floppy999

Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.

7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.

8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.

Originally posted by raddestboy

Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.

9) Subtle.

Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

10) This film really runs with the animal puns.

(GIF originally posted by @baawri)

Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”

11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.

12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:

Ice Cream Parlor Owner [to Nick]: “Look, you probably can’t read…”

Damn that’s speciesist.

13) Jason Bateman as Nick Wilde.

Originally posted by a-zootopia-fan

Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.

14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.

Originally posted by surreal-teal

15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.

16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.

17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.

Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.

18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):

Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”

Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”

It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.

19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.

20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.

Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”

Originally posted by rinshi-chan

21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?

(GIF originally posted by @animations-daily)

22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.

23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.

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Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.

24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.

Originally posted by officialmoviegoer

The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.

25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?

Originally posted by musicallyfoxypokemon

Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).

26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.

27) Maurice LaMarche as Mr. Big.

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.

28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).

29) This scene gives me life.

Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.

Judy: But sir, we…

Bogo: Badge!

[Judy starts to turn in her badge]

Nick: Uh… no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

30) And then there’s this…

I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.


32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).

33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!

34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…

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35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:

Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”

That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.

36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.

37) Gideon Grey returns.

Originally posted by klaus-baudelarie

If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.

38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.

And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!

39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.


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41) And it’s followed up by this!

Both characters are voiced by Alan Tudyk. Because Disney just can’t let that one slide, can they? I love it.

42) Same Duke. Same.

(GIFs originally posted by @baawri)

43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).

44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.

Originally posted by knurd-dna-denots

And yes, they did that on purpose.

45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely

46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.

Originally posted by lostchel

47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.

48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots

Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!

50) And of course…

Originally posted by livelovecaliforniadreams

I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.

Songs and Vamps

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

Word Count: 2,220

Author: Deka

Warning: Blood, violence, weapons, sexual innuendos, fluff, a litlle angst, that’s it.

Pairing: Lucifer x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: After a good morning song, the boys and Y/N went on a hunt to kill some monsters, what could go wrong?

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50 notes // stozier

happy holidays, @wyttolff !! i hope you have a fantastic day and I wish you the best of luck going into the new year! lot’s of positive vibes are being sent your way.

you asked for stozier with soft!richie and i really hope i met that request for you!

summary: richie has always had a talent for going overboard, that doesn’t change when he decides to admit his feelings for stan.

day 1.

the rose is pinned to stan’s locker with a simple message. ‘i think that you’re beautiful. -S.A.’ it’s in a pretty cursive scrawl that has stan tilting his head curiously

he chooses not to say anything about it on that day. richie is more nervous than ever, waiting for him to mention it, though knowing his best friend he should have known that the other would assume that it was not meant for him. there’s still a flare of disappointment in his chest and it takes everything in his power to not ask about it.

day 2.

another rose and another note: ‘your curls drive everyone wild. -S.A.’ stan seems to consider it for a moment, this time it’s written in block letters, before carefully tucking it away in his locker.

richie is pretty sure that stan wouldn’t have said anything if ben wouldn’t have mentioned it, asking about it as soon as stan is sitting at their lunch table, “i had to get here early to work on my art project and i saw a rose taped to your locker, who was that from?”

stan’s cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink and shakes his head. “i think someone is putting them on the wrong locker.”

“putting them? have you gotten more than one, stan the man?”

his best friend shoots him a glare and richie responds with a bright grin, though he willingly takes stan’s side when he attempts to change the subject.

day 3.

stan seems to at least expect it this time, tucking the rose away before opening the note. this one has letters cut out of a magazine. ‘i’m in love with you and all your little things. -S.A.’

“whoever it is quoted one direction this time.” richie overhears stan telling mike about it when they’re hanging out on the farm after school. he has to bite back a smile, that quickly disappears when he continues, “they’re running out of ideas already.”

day 4.

bubble letters. ‘your smile lights up an entire room -S.A.’

there’s no mention of the note that day, at least nothing that richie hears and he’s not going to ruin this by asking.

day 5.

normal hand writing. ‘you’re the yin to my yang -S.A.’

he’s a bit worried that this might be a giveaway, who else would say something like that. this had been too early, he had fucked up.

but again, stan doesn’t mention anything.

day 6.

writing that would rival a doctor’s for how messy it is. ‘never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you. never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you. -S.A.’

richie smiles to himself when he catches stan looking at the note during class with an amused smile on his face.

day 7.

back to the cursive writing. ‘if i had a creative bone in my body, i could write an entire poetry book about how amazing you are. -S.A’

day 8.

‘roses are red. violets are blue. there’s no one that i love as much as you -S.A.’

day 9.

‘i’ve never understood the appeal of admiring art but being around you makes the appeal more clear. -S.A.’

day 10.

‘i’ll never get enough of you. -S.A.’

day 11.

‘your scars make you look badass. -S.A’

they’re stretched across stan’s bed, his best friends staring up at the ceiling. richie is startled when he speaks, “what if it’s a girl?”


“the notes, what if a girl is sending me them?

richie’s gaze flicks to the vase full of roses on stan’s desk while he pretends to think about it before looking back at the beautiful boy next to him. “do you think it’s a girl?”

“i don’t know.”

and after that stan refuses to talk about it anymore.

day 12.

‘you have a special talent for making people feel like they’re important, even if i don’t think you realize that you have that effect. -S.A.’

“bev, are there any girls that you know who have talked about doing something like this?” richie looks between his two friends before taking another bite of donut - to prevent himself from saying anything.

“i know patty had a crush on you at one point but i don’t think that she would do this? she’s been flirting with audra a lot but i could always try to ask her about it if you want?”


day 13. 

‘these flowers can’t even compare to how pretty you are. -S.A.’

“it’s not patty.” stan nods like he expects this, which is worrying.

“i saw her and audra kissing yesterday so it was pretty easy to figure it out.” richie let’s out a small sigh of relief.

day 14.

‘i want to be the han solo to your leia organa. -S.A.’

he hears stan laugh when he reads the note and richie makes a show of looking over his shoulder, letting out a laugh of his own when stan pushes him away, head ducking with his attempt to hide the blush that richie could spot from a mile away.

day 15.

‘i’d go birdwatching for you. -S.A.’

day 16.

‘baby i hate to watch you go but i love to watch you leave. -S.A.’

“they complimented my butt.” and stan is laughing again but still refuses to show any of them the note, saying that it’s just for him and richie feels butterflies take flight in his stomach.

day 17.

‘your sense of humor is one of the most adorable things i’ve ever been lucky enough to hear. -S.A.’

day 18.

‘you were the one who made me realize that i like boys. -S.A.’

day 19.

‘i hope that you smile when you get these. you deserve to be happy. -S.A’

day 20.

‘how many of these are you going to be getting before i finally ask you to meet me, you may be wondering. the answer will remain a mystery because i have no clue -S.A..’

richie expects stan to say somethng after that note and he isn’t wrong. stan brings it up later that night when he’s sharing a milkshake with richie at the diner with ben and beverly on the opposite side of the booth to them. richie has to think about how this is definitely not a double date even if it feels like it is.

“what if i don’t like the person sending me these?”

“what?” stan had a talent for bringing it up with no introduction.

“the notes. what if i don’t like the person sending them to me but i’ll be obligated to give them a chance because they’ve put in so much effort for me?”

ben seems to consider that for a moment before speaking up, “is there a reason that you’re thinking about that?”

stan’s fingers are drumming against the table top in a specific pattern, repeating it over and over until richie gently lays his hand on top of his, prompting him to calm down and, hopefully, feel safe answering. “i may have a crush on someone currently.”

well richie hadn’t been expecting that.

day 21.

‘if you had a penny for every time i thought of you, you would have a lot of money. -S.A.’

day 22.

‘roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet….and you are really cute. -S.A.’

day 23.

‘you’re the perfect size for forehead kisses and every time i see you i get the urge to kiss your forehead. -S.A.’

day 24.

‘the other day you laughed at one of my jokes and i swore that my heart was going to beat out of my chest. -S.A.’

day 25.

‘those baseball pants tho -S.A.’  featuring a poorly drawn pair of eyes.

day 26.

‘i wanted to buy you a star to show how much you mean to me but i know that you’ve always liked things that are definitively real and in front of you ( which i am ). -S.A.’

he’s at the streetfighter machine when he senses someone approaching him. “i’m on the machine right now. come back later.”

there’s a familiar dry chuckle and then he feel the chin resting on his shoulder and the curls tickling his cheek. it takes everything in him not to immediately turn towards stan. instead focusing on his game even more as he speaks again. “what are you doing here, stanny? you hate the arcade.”

“i was hoping i could drag you away. the rest of us want to have a movie night and you’re running late.” richie feels his cheeks redden, he had completely forgotten about the movie night.

“can i finish this round?”

“i’ll cheer you on.”

day 27.

‘you’re too hot, hot damn. -S.A.’

stan slides into his familiar seat next to richie at the lunch table and it takes an effort for richie to not notice their shoulders brushing against each other.

“i have theories on who it could be.” stan is speaking to ben again, not looking at richie who lets out a scoff of offense.


“i think it must be one of you.”

richie’s eyes widen with panic, which beverly notices immediately - putting a hand in front of her mouth to hide her smirk. “that’s ridiculous, stan the man, if one of us liked you we would just ask you out.” richie speaks and stan’s nose wrinkles slightly before he give a half-hearted nod and drops the topic.

day 28.

‘you always do little things for people. you’ve never been the type to do a large gesture of kindness but you do small things, things that you think people won’t remember. like bringing in cookies when you know someone has had a bad week. i admire you for it. -S.A.’

day 29.

‘i’ve tried to crush on other people, i’ve tried to get over you but i don’t think that’s a possibility. -S.A.’

richie can’t help but smile to himself when he goes to hang out at stan’s after school and notices that all of the notes have been pinned to his wall.

day 30.

‘you are either the worst or the best flirt ever. most of our conversations leave me wondering whether or not you were just flirting with me or if i’m just imagining things because i want you to care about me. -S.A.’

day 31.

‘are those space pants because your ass is out of this world. -S.A.’

“this guy is really fixated on my butt.”

“you’ve determined that it is a guy then?” mike questions.

“i’m pretty sure.”

mike’s lips turn up into a smirk. “it is a pretty good butt.” bev nods her head in agreement, shooting richie a smug smile as she does so, already guessing at the way his guts are twisting with jealousy at other people complimenting stan.

day 32.

it’s uninspired ( not that all of the notes are super inspiring ) just a bunch of heart doodles around two stick figures that are supposed to be stan and richie, signed -S.A.

day 33. 

‘being around you makes me breathless -S.A.’

day 34. 

‘i’m trying and failing to put into words how much you mean to me. i’m hoping this is the one time that quantity over quality can be applied. -S.A’

richie is with stan when he pulls this note off of his locker and he’s happy to witness first hand the fond little eye roll that it receives. 

day 35.

‘you’ll call me cheesy for this someday but my favorite dreams are the ones where i get to see you. -S.A’

day 36.

‘i want you to know that you are important. endlessly important. more important than you ever let yourself believe -S.A.’

richie finds stan crying before first period begins, the note and the rose are clutched in his hand. it’s not a loud sobbing, just quiet tears leaving marks down his face. “stanny?”

his friend doesn’t acknowledge him and richie sits on the floor next to him and put an arm around him, pulling him closer. the crying slowly turns to sobbing and stan buries his face in richie’s shoulder, moving until he’s practically in his lap.

he doesnt speak and richie just holds him, rubbing his back and hoping he can offer some kind of comfort.

“i think i’ve ruined your star wars shirt.” stan’s voice is scratchy but at least he’s talking.

richie gently intertwines his fingers with stan’s free ones, “you’re far more important to me than a shirt.”

day 37.

‘i’ve never wanted to kiss someone as badly as i want to kiss you. -S.A.’

day 38.

‘you aren’t alone. i promise that you will never be alone. -S.A.’

day 39.

‘i am my best self when you are around. -S.A.’

day 40.

‘you always hold back when you laugh, like you’re afraid that someone is going to tease you for laughing but i’ve always thought your laugh was a beautiful sound. -S.A.’

day 41.

‘i have a feeling that our hands would fit perfectly together. -S.A.’

“who is your crush?” richie asks stan one night when they’re sprawled across his bed with stan’s head resting on his stomach. the every familiar blush blooms on his cheeks and stan shakes his head in response. “you aren’t going to tell your best friend?” stan shakes his head again and richie let’s out an affronted noise.

he spends most of the night poking at the topic, hoping to get an answer but stan doesn’t sway in his stubbornness.

day 42.

‘sometimes i challenge you to a staring contest just so that i can look at your eyes. -S.A.’

day 43.

‘you’re the one person i know for sure i could trust with my darkest secrets and know that you wouldn’t think any differently or, at least, you probably wouldn’t treat me any differently. unless i like…murdered someone or something. -S.A.’

day 44.

‘you’re brave. i know that you don’t think that you are but you are one of the bravest people i know. -S.A.’

day 45.

‘the idea of going stargazing with someone is ridiculously cheesy…but you make me want to do everything cheesy. -S.A.’

“i think something is going to happen soon.” richie hears stan telling mike later that night.

“do you still think your guess is right on who it is?”

stan glances around the room, like he’s making sure that no one else is going to hear him. ( he doesn’t bother looking behind him - amateur. ) “i really hope that i’m right.”

day 46.

‘if there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s how i feel about you. -S.A.’

day 47.

‘listening to you talk about your dreams and the things that you love makes me so happy. i know you’ll achieve every single thing that you want to in life. -S.A.’

day 48.

‘i think that you’ve already figured out who i am but if you wait two more days i promise that i will reveal myself. you deserve to have this done perfectly. -S.A.’

day 49.

‘you’re the most beautiful boy on the entire planet. -S.A.’

day 50.

‘i just want to say that despite all of these notes and telling you how i feel, that i have no expectations from you. that if you want to keep things the way that they are i would be more than happy to stay that way. 

the only thing that i want is for you to be happy, to see you smile and laugh and even if nothing comes from these i hope that they at least made you happy.

i’ll be at the quarry at 5 if you want to meet.


richie gets to the quarry well before five, stringing up lights around the small clearing where the losers usually spent time together and plugging them into a portable energy device that he had borrowed from mike. there was a vase with roses on a small table in the middle, a variety of colors this time rather than the standard red roses he had been giving stanley every day.

the nerves keep rising in his chest and as it gets closer and closer to five, he becomes more and more sure that stan won’t show up. that he’ll decide the whole thing had been a waste of time and not even humor him. that stan would be too nervous to come to a place and meet a stranger who was still technically anonymous.

fuck, he should have chosen somewhere more public.

the nerves only amp up more when he see’s stan approaching the clearing at exactly 5 o’clock. he had changed out of whatever outfit he had been wearing that day at school and was wearing a clean pair of khakis and one of his nicer polos. it even looked like he had made an attempt to tame the wild curls. richie feels the butterflies reawaken in his stomach at the sight of him and his mouth goes dry.

“hi, richie.” stan’s cheeks are already flushed and he’s shifting on his feet nervously as he looks around the clearing, lips twitching up into a happy smile at the sight.

richie still can’t reply, it’s like everything he rehearsed has disappeared from his brain and all that is left is a constant repeat of ‘it’s happening it’s happening it’s happening it’s happening it’s happening it’s ha-’ his thoughts are interrupted when stan speaks again.

“i’m glad that it’s you.”

and suddenly he snaps out of it and is stepping forward, closer to stan, and grinning at him brightly. “you are? even though i’m annoying?”

“i think it’s kind of endearing.” stan is the one who reaches out and takes richie’s hands as he says it. “you’re not as annoying as you seem to think you are, richie. some of your jokes are stupid but that doesn’t make me love you any less.”

the words are practically a whisper. “you love me?”

“of course i do. i loved you before i even figured out that you were the one sending me the notes. i’ve loved you for as long as i can remember. even if you do seem fixated on my butt.” richie lets out a slight embarrassed laugh at that and is ready to respond when stan tugs him forward, pressing their lips together in a soft kiss that only lasts a few moments. “and i guess it’s okay that you’re fixated on my butt because yours is pretty great as well.” richie does let out a laugh at that before pulling stan into another kiss.

Opposites - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Could you please write something where (y/n) and Jughead have been keeping their relationship secret from (y/n)’s parents. Until one day they find out about (y/n) and Jughead’s relationship and disapprove because Juggie is from the wrong side of the tracks which makes Jug feel insecure about himself but (y/n) reassures him that she will always love him no matter what her parents think.

A/N — Thank you so much for 1k! I haven’t been on Tumblr for very long and all the nice stuff I get everyday is amazing and it means so much to me. Hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2141

Warnings: Insecurities and strict parents

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) , (S/C) — Your name, your last name, eye colour, skin colour

It’s been 6 months, 12 days and 15 hours since you’ve been dating Jughead Jones. Why were you counting? Because you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. A very long time, if you want it as a fact. Although you’ve basically grown up beside Jughead for as long as you could remember, you’ve never left his side and he never left yours.

It was only just six months ago when the two of you had the nerve to confess each others feelings about the two of you. He invited you to go see another one of his favourite cult classic movies at the Drive-In where he worked. That night he had the chance to make his move, cliche to be true, but he did the stereotypical ‘arm over the shoulder whilst yawning’ trick. Jughead wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions, or flirting in general. But he watched enough movies to learn the technique. From then on, the two of you were together 24/7. Whether it was dates at Pop’s, trips to the Drive-In, or even just spending time alone at school whilst working at The Blue and Gold. You couldn’t ask for a better relationship because Jughead was perfect to you. But the only thing that you wish was that your parent’s could accept him for who he was, a Southside.  

(Y/N)’s parent’s were similar to the Cooper’s. They helped out around town, they baked cookies and invited new neighbours over for dinner, and they disapproved of certain people, the Jones’ being one of them. Her mother knew Jughead’s dad, FP, since high school. Before he met her dad, the two were lovebirds and were similar to the relationship her daughter was already having with Jughead. The only thing that split them apart was when her father came into the picture. He was new to Riverdale, capturing the hearts and eyes of almost every girl there. Of course FP felt protective over her and was anxious that he’d loose her, to which that happened. Shortly after that, he joined the Southside Serpents, a gang a little out of Riverdale. From then on, (Y/N)’s mom changed the eyes of FP, and to most who were alive before the next generation. She got lectured on her first day of school to be careful of FP’s son, so she didn’t get hurt or betrayed, to which she thought happened to her when in reality she left him.

It’s been 9 months, 7 days and 4 hours since you’ve been dating Jughead Jones. A week ago, the two of you celebrated your 9 month anniversary with a burger date at the one and only Pop’s. The two of you laughed the whole night away before he walked you home straight after. Not in sight, he kissed you goodbye and ran off before her parents could notice. Earlier that day, she convinced her parents that she was staying over at Betty’s to complete a school project for the following day. Luckily, the two believed it, and that whole night turned out perfectly. Last night you were told that your parents were going away on a business trip to New York, giving you and Jughead a little more time to spend alone together. They left in the morning, giving you plenty of time to clean up your room and romanticise the atmosphere a little bit. After school, Jughead met you after class to walk you back home.

“So, what’s the plans for this evening, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Jughead asked in a posh accent, making you laugh.

“Well, Mr Jones, I was hoping we could binge watch Orange Is The New Black and eat our hearts out with popcorn?” She replied, mimicking the posh voice he used before. The two of you were hand in hand in the cold winter’s breeze. This was all you ever wanted when you got the chance to be with Jughead without overthinking about your relationship with him.

“Sounds divine, madame.” He said in his usual voice, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he leaned against you, kissing the top of your head.

The two of you finally made it to your house. Jughead never got the chance to see your house, due to restrictions with everything from the past. You were nervous as you thought about what he’d think of the place. You fumbled with the keys, managing to unlock the door before walking in with him straight behind you. A satisfied whistle escaped his lips as he checked around the house, closing the door behind you as you stood in front of him shortly after.

“Is it bad? I actually tried cleaning up the place a little.” She chuckled awkwardly, a small blush dancing on her (S/C) cheeks.

(Y/N), what are you stressed about? The place looks fine from what I can see.” He reassured her, before turning his focus to her once again. She smiled at him, leaning up to peck his lips a couple times before slowly pulling away.

“Come on, I’ll show you my room!” She gushed, taking his head as she lead the two of them upstairs, Jughead rolling his eyes at the way she was acting. The two of them made it to the top of the stairs, her opening the door as she let him in.

“So this is where the magic happens! And by magic I mean nothing.” She mumbled, closing the door behind her. Jughead smirked at to what she just said as he crossed his arms now standing in front of her.

“Speaking of magic…” He said with his playful smirk still attached to his lips. He leaned down holding her cheeks, closing his eyes as he passionately kissed her. She smiled in between the kiss, closing her (E/C) eyes and got consumed into the sparks he just created. Every touch, kiss or movement he did made her heart flutter with joy and lust. His tongue managed to sneak its way into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he moved to sit on her bed, bringing (Y/N) down with him. She sat on his lap as she cupped his own cheeks, kissing back with just as much love. Jughead’s hands crept under her shirt, clinging onto her hips as he supported her balance. Suddenly, the familiar sound of her parent’s car drove its way to park inside their garage.

“Shit, Jug! I think my parents are home!” You frantically said as you pulled away from the kiss. You hopped off his lap, as you looked out the window. “I don’t know what to do! They’ll flip if they see you!”  FP never told Jughead about his high school relationship with (Y/N)’s mom, so Jughead was confused to why she was freaking out.

“..Why would they flip, exactly?” Jughead scoffed, standing up as he walked over to where she was standing beside her window. Since her parent’s were about to get out of the car and the window was open, she pushed him aside and dragged him to the corner of the room.

“You’d flip because she doesn’t want you dating me.” She mumbled quietly.

“Wait, you haven’t told your parents about us?” He rolled his eyes, about to grab his jacket and leave as she blocked the door for him walking out.

“Look, Jughead. My mom dated your dad when they went to Riverdale High. I don’t exactly know what happened between the two, but from how my mom told me and what her opinions are on you guys are like now, it’s not good. But God, Jughead, I love you. I’ve tried so hard to tell her on so many occasions about our relationship and everything. Jughead Jones, I will. I will tell her, and…  I-I will right now.” She removed her arms from blocking the door, still standing against it. Jughead slipped his arms through his jacket before he leant down to softly and slowly kiss (Y/N)’s lips before pulling away. The two of them smiled at each other before she turned around and opened the door. As Jughead sat at the top of the stairs, (Y/N) made her way down to greet her parent’s as they just walked in.

“H-hey, how come you came home early?” She asked awkwardly rubbing her arm as she looked up at her mom and dad.

“Well, our flight turned out it was suppose to leave tomorrow night so we are just waiting until then, sweetheart.” (Y/N)’s dad said, looking over at her beautiful daughter standing in front of him

“Besides, we heard about some shenanigans happening around the Southside and we just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Her mother cut him off, standing in front of him as she now directly faced (Y/N).

“W-Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked, a scoff escaped her lips.

“Don’t act like we don’t know. Is he here?” Your mother’s face became stern and emotionless. Your mind rushed with thoughts, as she found out about her relationship with Jughead. You crossed your arms, staring up at your mother with a face matching hers.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) tilted her head, a sarcastic hint in her tone of speech.

“That imbecile! That freak! That dirty gothic, Southside boy!” As soon as she said that, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. How dare did she think it was okay to say something so harsh to her daughter about the boy she loves.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, what did you just say? I honestly can’t believe I’m related to you. But this boy, this so called “imbecile” is the guy I like. No, the guy I love. He is my boyfriend, mom, and I would never give up on him because you said so,” she paused, looking up at the staircase as she knew Jughead was listening in. She walked upstairs, grabbing his hand and brought him back down, the two of them now standing in front of her parents. “I love this boy with all my heart. Just because you still can’t get over your high school grudge over FP doesn’t mean you can go around dissing his family, especially Jughead. He’s going through so much right now, but obviously you wouldn’t care because of how selfish you are. This boy, this beautiful boy, is mine. And I won’t let anyone get in the way of us because I love him. I love him so much and God, if you could just open your eyes and realise it we wouldn’t be having this argument right now, mother.” Tears now escaped the corners of your eyes. You clenched your hand tighter around Jughead’s as you started shaking. Your throat was dry, your face was red and all your focus was on your mom.

“I-I…(Y/N), I’m sorry. This is my fault. I-I just, I’m sorry.” Your mother teared up too, now clinging onto your father’s arm as he escorted her out of the room and upstairs to their bedroom, shutting the door. You felt Jughead’s hand leave yours as he went to grab his bag that was sitting by the door. He picked it up, slung it over his shoulder, and reached for the doorknob, but he paused as he turned his glance to you, tears flooding his green eyes.

“She’s right. I am just some stupid Southside. Why are you still with me when you could go for Archie or Reggie? Anyone but me?” He said, trying hard not to break in front of her. A smile formed on her lips as she walked back over to Jughead, standing under his nose once again.

“Well, I can’t date Archie because he’s with Veronica, and quite frantically he’s not my type anyway. Reggie is annoying and only goes for girls appearance wise. And the rest? Well, they aren’t like you, Jug. You’re different, and that’s what made me fall in love with you.” She reassured him, placing her hands on his cheeks as she used her thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down his cheek. “I love you so much, Jughead.” She whispered softly. He smiled, lifting his hand as he wiped away another escaping tear. He closed his eyes, leaning in to kiss you slowly and softly, before the two of you pulled away. You removed your hands from his cheeks as he adjusted the strap that clung to his shoulder. He pecked your cheek before he reached for the door and left. You stood against the door before sliding down and sitting on the ground. Your phone vibrated, making you take it out of your pocket to read what was just sent.

Jughead: I love you too, (Y/N).

A/N — I’m so sorry this took so long to write, this is my last week of term and then I’m on school holidays which means more writing!

this is a gift for my dearest @blushyalec​, hope you like it! happy birthday, darling! <3

When Alec’s phone pings loudly in the afternoon quiet of the loft, he sighs with relief, the message a welcome distraction from the Institute’s financial reports. The pen clatters onto the coffee table from Alec’s hand as he picks up his cell, swiping eagerly across the screen.

I’ll be home in 15, see you soon,” reads the message signed under Magnus’ name; Alec smiles, lips pressing into a curved line. He throws the phone haphazardly onto the pillows, then disentangles himself from the plush blanket that kept him company for the last hour or so, along with the now empty cup of green tea. He carries the mug into the kitchen, eyes drifting over the adorably wonky drawings stuck to the fridge, each held up by animal magnets. His favorite is right in the center - three people, one with a bow, one with blue around the arms, holding hands with a smaller figure smiling wide.

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