i wish i was kidding but this is actually true

• Andi Mack: diverse cast, interesting plot line with continuity, the adults aren’t dumb, the kids have a life outside of school, a actual true progressive show we’ve been waiting for on the Disney channel.

• GMW analyst blogs: Uh, idk, this show isn’t for me. It’s not aimed towards my age group. It’s for little kids . I wished that Girl Meets Mayo had the same freedom tho. Disney Channel was just holding back GMW. Didn’t allow them to be free.

The Summer Guide

Now that summer is here (for most people, sorry Australia!) I’ve prepared a list of 5 things to do this July. However I put aside the usual stuff. That means no redundant things like going to the beach or going on ‘vacation’. This list is your quick guide to what to do if you are stuck at home this summer. I’ll be using it just as much as you! Now bear in mind that this is more catered to those who live in cities rather than small towns. I am a city kid after all. Enjoy!

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dumb college/profession au/future shit

I know the most common thing to do with dirk is to make him go into robotics or engineering and I GET it, but on the other hand: artist dirk

dirk is among the kids we see with the most actual artistic talent (the others being rose and roxy; dave isn’t bad before he adopts shitpost art as his signature style, but, well, you do you, kid). as far as homestuck goes, his style is basically as realistic and true-to-life as it gets.

can you imagine dirk doodling in all the edges of his margins. dirk quietly wishing he could pursue art but thinking it’s not “serious” enough, telling himself it’s not a “real” profession, going into engineering or robotics or something similar instead and everyone being like “oh of course dirk would” but all the kid wants to do is draw, he just thinks it’s shitty and embarrassing and “it’s like having a degree in creative writing, the fuck can you do with it”

jake, who is majoring in anthropology but can’t decide on a minor because everything else is too damned interesting, discovers dirk’s private (sfw) sketchbook and is astounded. dirk is humiliated. jake manages to convince him to at least MINOR in art. dirk tries to amend it to a minor in art history but jake will not stand for it

O Helga Natt, yousana style (for tomorrow’s clip)

Hey!

So here I am again with this fic that it’s going to be based on what I’d like to see tomorrow (final clip of 4x09) between Yousana + all the squads scheming together to get those two to talk

I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s not confusing with all the conversations.

———————–x—————————

Have the world’s best summer”

He read it over and over again trying to make sense of what had happened.

For a moment he thought that Sana was finally giving him a chance, he had been over the moon for 5 minutes, the time that it took for her to answer to his text saying that she couldn’t meet him and that she wished he had a nice summer, the world’s best summer, well guess what, he wasn’t.

He looked down at his phone and noticed he had one more notification, a missed call from Noora. Why would Noora called him? He was about to find out.

“Hello?” Noora said

“Hi, Noora? I have a missed call from you?”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. I called you yesterday”

“What for?” Yousef asked

“Uh…well actually it’s because you weren’t answering Sana’s text. I know it sounds stupid but I was worried”

“I left my phone at work and I haven’t got it until now” Yousef explained

“That makes sense.” Noora said “So, did you text Sana back?”

“Yes”

“And when are you meeting?”

“Apparently never” he said bitterly

“Huh?”

“I asked her if we could meet on Friday and she said that she can’t this week and that she wishes I have a nice summer”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish”

“Ah, I can’t believe this girl!” Noora said exasperated

“It’s okay Noora, she’s just not interested in me. I get it”

“No Yousef, you don’t get it. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but she was really excited to meet you, she…she likes you Yousef and if she’s cancelled your date it’s because something must’ve happened”

“What do you mean she likes me? She doesn’t”

“She does and I’m going to find out what is going on”

“Wait! What should I do? Should I text her? Should I go to see her?”

“No, she clearly needs space. I’ll fix it, we’ll fix it”

“We?”

“I’ll find help, you just…keep on with your life like nothing happened”

“Noora, you just told me that the girl I’m in love with likes me back, you can’t expect me to act like nothing happened”

“For this plan to work you’ll have to”

“What plan?”

“Bye Yousef”

“Noora! What plan?” he said but she had already hanged up the phone.

Yousef sighed and sat down on the bed.

“She likes me” he whispered to himself with a goofy smile “she likes me”

—-x—-


“Pick up, pick up, pick up” Noora said pacing around her room nervously

“Hello?”

“Elias? Hi it’s Noora, Sana’s friend”

“Uh…hi?”

“I know this is weird but I need to talk with you”

“How did you get my number?”

“Vilde”

“Okay…what do you want to talk about?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef?” Noora just asked

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef being together? Are you okay with that?”

“Sana and Yousef? I thought Yousef was with you”

“No! Why everybody keeps thinking that?. There’s nothing between us. He’s in love with your sister and she’s pretty much in love with him too”

“Oh…okay uh…Well, I’ve seen those two pining for each other since they met”

“So, you’re okay with them being together?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally okay with it”

“Cool, ‘cause I need your help”

“My help with what?” Elias asked confused

“We need to get those two to talk. I have a plan. Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in but what is the plan?”

“Meet me at my house in two hours and I’ll tell you. Oh! And bring the rest boys, they all need to know. And of course you can’t tell anything to Yousef or Sana”

 —x—

“Okay, everyone’s here right?” Noora said as she stood in the middle of the Kollektiv living room

Vilde, Eva and Chris were sitting on one of the couches while Mikael, Adam and Mutta sat in the other one. Isak and Even were also there both sitting on the floor with Isak between Even’s legs and his back resting against his chest. Eskild and Linn were also sitting on the floor around the table. Finally Elias was standing right beside Noora.

“Why are we here exactly?” Eskild asked

“Well, actually I don’t really need you or Linn but since you also live here I thought you could hang out with us if you wanted” Noora said shrugging

“So I don’t have to be here? I can go to my room?” Linn asked

“Yes, Linn you can”

See ya” Linn said standing up and leaving.

“Eskild?”

“Oh no Noora, I’m staying”

“Okay, so the thing is…we need to talk about Sana and Yousef”

“We need to get those two together and soon before Yousef leaves” Elias added

“So Sana likes Yousef? I mean we all knew Yousef’s been in love with her for years but Sana too?”

“Sana likes him a lot!” Vilde said excited

“She told me” Eskild added

“And me!” Isak said

“Okay so long story short, I got Sana to text Yousef so they could meet but then she backed off and…” Noora started

“I’ve talked to my mom. I asked her if she knew something about Yousef and Sana, I told her how I thought they liked each other and I really thought they should be together. Well, she told me that Sana received Yousef’s message while being with her and that she told Sana that she should think about the difficulties she’d have to face if she married Yousef. So basically?” Elias continued

“She backed off because she’s scared” Noora ended

Everyone in the room looked at them trying to process all the information.

“Are you sure you want to be with William, Noora? I mean you two would make a powerful couple” Eskild said pointing at Noora and Elias

“We’re here to talk about Sana and Yousef, Eskild” Noora said rolling her eyes “Okay so I talked to Yousef and I told him Sana liked him and that I’d fix it so that’s why we’re here, to fix it”

“And how are we going to do that?” Eva asked

“Well, we need to lie to them” Elias said

“On Friday Sana will be with us, we will be driving around with our van” Noora explained

“And us boys, we will be with Yousef and we will take him some place he and my sister apparently went in their first and only sort of date. Sana told Noora about it apparently” Elias said

“Yes, she told me that they had been playing basketball and that they had talked, like really talk, for the first time so I think it’d be nice if we plan their meeting there”

“So we will take Yousef there” Elias explained to the boys “Isak, Even you two can come if you want and also your boys. And the girls…”

“We will drive around with Sana and we will take her there without her knowing” Noora finished

Again everyone just stared at them.

“Yeah, I see what you mean” Mutta told Eskild pointing at Noora and Elias “They definitely make an interesting couple”

“Can we focus?” Elias said clapping his hands

“Have you understood what you have to do?” Noora asked “Any questions?”

Eskild raised his hand slowly

“Yes Eskild?”

“I have a question” he said turning to look at Adam and Mikael who were sitting on the couch “How long have you two been dating?”

“What? what are you talking about?” Adam said removing his arm from Mikael’s shoulder and sitting straight.

“You’ve been holding hands since you arrived” Eskild said

“No, we haven’t” Mikael said

“There’s nothing between us, we’re bros that’s it” Adam added

“Okay…whatever…not pressuring you. Just know that my gaydar never fails” Eskild winked at them

“We’re not together” Mikael said

“We’re not. Come on guys say something” Adam looked around waiting for someone to defend them but they were all awkwardly silent.

Guys?” Mikael asked

Even held back a smirk while Elias looked at the floor and Mutta scratched the back of his neck.

“So, what time should we meet tomorrow?” Mutta asked breaking the silence

“Around 8 will be okay, any more questions?” Noora said

 —x—

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to chill at Adam’s” Yousef said on Friday evening as he walked with the boys

“We were, but we thought that we could go to another cool place instead” Elias said

“What cool place?”

“Well…”

 –x–

“Why are you stopping Chris?” Sana asked as she sat inside their Loser van

“Uh, I think we can rest for awhile here” Chris said

“Where are we?” Sana said trying to look at the windows but Noora Vilde and Eva were blocking her view

“Okay Sana? We need to talk” Noora said

 –x–

“What are we doing here?” Yousef said when he realized where he was “What is this?”

“Yousef man, we need to talk” Elias said “We need to talk about my sister”

“Sana? What about her?”

Well, see that van parked over there?” Elias said pointing behind him “She’s inside”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Yousef said anxiously

–x–

“Sana…look where we are” Eva said moving so she could see

Sana got closer to the window and recognized the place instantly. They were on the basketball court where she and Yousef had had their first and only real conversation.

“But how? Why? What are we doing here?” Sana asked confused

“Yousef is here, Sana” Noora said “And you two need to talk”

“Noora…”

“Just listen to me okay?” she said “Sana that boy, he’s in love with you and you’re in love with him and I know you’re scared because you think that you two can’t be together, I know you think that it’ll be impossible but Sana he’s a good guy, you know that. He would never do anything to hurt you. And look, at the end of the day, this is your decision and we will respect it but you need to at least talk to him and tell him how you feel.”

 –x–

“Yousef I know you’re in love with my sister”

“Elias…I…”

“And she’s in love with you”

“What?”

“She’s in love with you but she’s scared. She thinks that you two can’t be together because you’re not muslim. But you are Yousef, you are the most muslim boy I know, you’re the best guy I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my sister. And I know you two can make it work. All you have to do is talk to each other, prove to her that you’re worth it”

 –x–

“Sana, are you really in love with him?” Noora asked

Sana nodded holding back the tears

“So go there and tell him”

 –x–

“Yousef, are you really in love with her?” Elias asked

Yousef nodded closing his eyes

“So go there and tell her”

 –x–

Sana took a deep breath and got out of the van. A few meters from her she saw Yousef standing with Elias and the rest of the boys, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking at him.

 –x–

Yousef saw her getting out of the van, his heart skipped a beat and before he could stop himself he started walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 –x–

She walked towards him and for a moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was as if she was walking in slow motion, her eyes never leaving his.

 –x–

They kept walking towards each other until they were only a step away.

“I’m in love with you” both of them said at the same time

They stared at each other’s eyes, trying to process their words.

“I’m sorry” again, they spoke at the same time.

Yousef couldn’t help but chuckle while Sana shook her head smiling. They either didn’t talk at all or they wanted to talk at the same time.

“You first” Yousef nodded

“I’m sorry Yousef, I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals and for being always back and forth with you. I just…I’m in love with you but I’m scared, scared that we won’t work. I thought…I thought that I’d rather lose you now than in a few years” she said as tears were rolling down her face

“But you don’t have to lose me. Sana, I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you. And I know it’s not going to be easy and that we will have bad moments but I think that the good moments will be totally worth it. Sana I respect you and I respect your faith and I would never ever do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know you wouldn’t…” She said sniffling

He swallowed hard trying to keep his own tears from falling

“Sana is your choice and I’ll respect it but…don’t you think that a chance of being together is worth the risk?”

“It won’t be easy” she warned him

“I don’t want easy, I want you, just the way you are”

“And you’re leaving tomorrow” she said looking at the floor

“I’m not”

“What?” she looked up at him frowning

“You said you couldn’t meet this week so I postponed the flight a month” he said shrugging

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl”

Sana’s face lit up and her lips curved into a big smile. She took the step that was keeping them apart and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken aback for a moment but soon hugged her back.

“Does this mean you’re giving us a chance?” he whispered in her ear

She pulled apart and looked at him with a big smile

“Yes”

“Yeah?” he asked smiling

“Yes” she nodded

“SHE SAID YES!” he shouted using his hands to amplify his voice

Suddenly everyone started to cheer them, on one side the girl squad who had been standing by the van the whole time and were now hugging each other, and on the other side the balloon squad and the boy squad who were clapping their hands and patting each other’s backs excited.

“They’re going to think that you just proposed to me or something” Sana laughed

“I can’t help it. I’m the happiest man alive right now. Are you happy?” he asked grinning at her

“I’m happy” she said smiling right back at him.

——-x——

Prompt:  Hey I don’t know if you’re taking any prompts but I have one based on today’s clip… Noora has had enough of the will they/won’t they with Yousana, and decides to get the girl squad, balloon squad, boy squad/Evak etc to help her FINALLY get yousana together to talk and admit their feelings for each other. Basically everyone scheming to get those kids together.. thank you xx

So this is it!

I hope you’ve liked it!

If Julie screws up tomorrow at least we will always have this

Just imagine that Yousef and Sana walking towards each other was in slow motion okay?

And YES I’m going to hint at Elias x Noora and Mikael x Adam for the rest of my life until they’re canon

Thank you so much for reading!!!

Father >> Yongguk, You

A one-shot that I had in my mobile notes for a while now… 

She was so small and fragile, she had wide eyes, small lips, and nose.

In the playroom, she was sitting playing with the other kids, despite being a kid with fewer words like her father. She was so adorable that you wanted to pinch her cheeks.

But the fact that she was Yongguk’s daughter made her feel weird as if someone punched her stomach. He had a child.

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burnin’ up

Pairing: Joseph Christiansen/Reader

Words:  1676

Summary: Joseph keeps inviting you over to help with baking for events. You’re not one to turn down cookies, and you’re definitely not one to turn down the company of a very attractive blond dad.

Author’s note: we need more Soft Joseph in this world. if you have requests for that good good soft Joseph content lmk

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The Joker x Reader- “Grandpa”

The Joker just had a heart attack at 55; he was ordered to rest and not do anything for a while. Of course he’s not the one to accommodate the doctor’s recommendations but you are there to make sure he complies. And the adorable grandson visiting all the time makes things better no matter what.

Related to LOST saga: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/154759609421/the-joker-x-reader-x-dead-son-lost

The Joker is in bed, flipping through the TV channels, bored as hell and beyond.

“Baby, look who’s here to see you again!” you announce and open the door, letting your 5 year old grandchild in the bedroom.

“Grandpaaa!!!” Alexis charges at the bed, jumping on it to sit by J.

“Hello, Pumpkin,” he kisses the kid on the top of the head, then feels the need to add: “…and don’t call me grandpa, I told you before, yes?” he tickles the little one. “I’m not that old, I just turned 55.”

“That’s pretty old,” you mutter and J grabs the drawing handed over by his grandson, huffing:

“I heard that, Princess!”

“You can call him grandpa, honey, don’t mind him,” you ignore your husband’s nonsense.”Don’t confuse Alexis, ok?”

“Whatever! You guys always plot against me,” The Joker complains (what else is new?), bringing the paper closer to his face. “HA!HA!HA!HA!” he cracks up, seeing the  five sticks and a circle with a bunch of green lines around it representing him. “The kid nailed it, he has talent!” he kisses the child’s forehead, smitten with the masterpiece. “You absolutely captured how handsome I am,” he winks, amused on a whole different level.

“You like it grandpa?” Alexis smiles, excited to see J is so happy.

“Oh, I absolutely love it!” and he begins to laugh with all his heart noticing the stick figure laying down at his feet, wearing a black cape, representing Batsy. “Oh my God, this is great!” The Joker proudly states, not bored anymore. “This is going on the fridge, Kitten! Actually no, I’m gonna frame it! Great job, give me a kiss.”

Your grandson reaches over to peck J’s cheek and the inevitable question arises again ( he asks this at least twice a week):

“Why are you so pale, grandpa?”

You snicker, going through your clothes in the walk-in closet, but eavesdropping on them like you always do. The Joker always tells the same story and Alexis listens with his mouth opened every single time:

“When grandma fell from heaven right in front of me, she was so beautiful that I died for a few minutes, but then she kissed me and brought me back to life. Ain’t that right, Doll?”

“Suuureeeee,” you peek out of your spot, amazed how J’s baloney sounds so interesting to your grandchild, even if he heard it a million times.

“I was dead for a while, that’s why I look so pale.”

“Waaaahhhh,” the kid gasps, fascinated, kissing The Joker’s cheek again.

“Isn’t grandma beautiful? How was I supposed not to die when I saw her?” he devilishly smirks.

“Yesssss,” Alexis meows when his grandpa squeezes his face together.

“She doesn’t look a day over 50, am I right?”

“Yessss,” the child agrees again, squeaking under J’s embrace.

“That’s because I am 50!” you shout, irritated.

You certainly didn’t marry him for his flattery skills.

“What did I tell you, hm?” The Joker purrs. “Your grandma’s a fox! Hey,” he whispers, ”you got a girlfriend since last time I saw you?” (which was… 2 days ago), your husband teases the little one, elbowing him and he giggles like crazy.

“N-no, nooooo!” he struggles to respond, trying to catch his breath, even if he doesn’t really understands the meaning.

“You’re not missing anything,” The Joker continues to whisper, accomplice with his grandson. “She starts out as your girl, then she wants to get married, then she wants to have kids and she keeps on telling you what to do. Princess! Nobody tells me what to do!!!” he yells, addressing the issue and you would answer if you would give a damn.  He just hears your heavy sigh from the closet so he lowers his voice again:

“What did I tell you? Probably she’s rolling her eyes right now.” He’s right, you are because you can still distinguish their “man to man” conversation. “Don’t get a sassy girl like grandma, alright? She’s very feisty! Pinky promise?” J gets deeply secretive and Alexis agrees to it, sealing the pact with his tiny finger. It feels really important so he kisses J’s cheek once more, thrilled they have another secret together.

“Grandpa, are you going to die?” the sudden question unexpectedly comes and it makes you sad. It was a child’s innocent curiosity but it really pulls at your heartstrings.

“Nooo, I’m not going to die: grandma would kill me and never speak to me again.”

“Exactly!” you take a step out of your sanctuary, then turn around and go back in so they won’t see your teary eyes.

“What did I tell you, hm? She’s so feisty, don’t get a feisty woman. Actually, I take it back: get one, they’re awesome.”

Alexis repeatedly nods a yes, not having a clue about what The Joker is rambling about, but signs he’s going to keep his lips sealed. Him and J are great ones for secrets nobody knows about.

You finally get fed up sorting out all your dresses so you come out, joining the guys’ club on the bed. The kid screams and jumps up and down until your catch him in your arms and cover him in kisses. He absolutely loves it since you two spoil him rotten.

“You look like your dad when he was your age,” you get sentimental, remembering when Kase was a baby.” Alexis hugs you and laughs in your ear, wanting to play some more.

“You know what that means, Y/N: Kase resembles me so well and when this kiddo grows up, he will probably look like me too. I have such amazing, strong genes!” The Joker concludes, flaring his arms around.

“Yeah, baby, it’s all you, you didn’t get any help,” you scoff, lifting your grandchild up in the air and he snickers, urging you to lift him higher.” I wish I could but you’re heavyyyyy!!!” you grunt, still making an effort and he screams up a storm, delighted and laughing.

“I really think we should have a granddaughter,” J brings up the subject again. “ I need a tiny Princess to play with; she’ll have to have my charm and your attitude.”
“Shut up, J!” you snarl at him and he kicks you with his leg.

“I’m going to put in an order with our kid and his girlfriend, we waited enough.”

“It’s not a McDonald’s drive-thru where you just go and order a granddaughter,” you shake your head, wishing this one was actually true.

“Yes it is. I am The Joker and if I want something I get it.”

He’s overconfident on this one.

“Can I go play in my room?” Alexis jumps from the bed on the floor, hyper and energetic after he warn you out. He has his own room at the Penthouse since he sleeps over so often.

“Yes, you can go,” you agree, falling on your back on the soft pillows, drained. “Goodness, he has so much stamina,” you inhale, watching him storm out of the bedroom.

“Just like me, I told you I have good genes,” J really makes it a point of reminding you.

You crawl in bed by him and tuck a rebel strand of green hair behind his ear, smiling, letting him have it:

“You do, you really do.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your red eyes. Were you crying in the closet?” J frowns, tracing your lips with his thumb.

You avert your gaze, gulping, and he forces you to look at him:

“I just had a stupid heart attack, I’m not dying or anything, got it?”

“U-hum,” you sniffle, cuddling to him.

“I mean, come on, you would probably drag me out of the coffin so you can send me to get you a diamond necklace you want or something. Am I right?” he caresses your back and you chuckle:

“Yes, I would.”

“See? I can’t disgracefully embarrass myself like that at my own funeral, it would be a disaster. So I have to postpone the moment.”

“Wow, you and your scenarios,” you actually laugh even if you are not in the mood to.

“Hey, Y/N, wanna fool around later on?” The Joker kisses you, covering both of you with the blanket.

“No, the doctor said you can’t strain yourself.”

“Huh??!!! Since when having sex means I’m straining myself?” he mutters, annoyed.

“You’ll have to ask the doctor, baby,” you nonchalantly reply, entertained on how stubborn he is all the time.

“What?! I’m not gonna ask the doctor if I can sleep with my wife. No way!“

“I wouldn’t risk it,” you try to reason with him.

I’m a natural, ok?! Pfftttt, straining myself,” J mocks, insulted, squeezing you in his arms.

“Oh,” you suddenly remember, “time to take your med,” and you get out of bed, searching for it on the coffee table.

“I’m not taking that stupid pill, I don’t need it!” he whines, unhappy.

“You’re worse than Alexis, you know that?” you scold him, taking one tablet out of the foil.

“You can’t make me take it!” he pouts.

Well, I guess there is only one thing left to do.

“If you take your medication we can full around later tonight,” you wink at him, biting on your lip.

“This is sabotage, Kitten!” he squints his blue eyes, sulking. “But you have good negotiation skills. Deal!” he reaches his hand for the tablet and you give it to him. “And I want you to wear that red outfit I like,” he grins, anticipating all the fun.

“Which one? I have about 50 red ones.”

“The red, lacy one.”

“Which one? That narrows it down to about 15.”

“Jesus, Doll, the strapless one.”

“Two piece or one piece?”

“The two piece, woman!!!!” he raises his voice, impatient.

“Oh, that one,” you pretend you finally got it even if you knew all along. You just love to tease him. “Wanna have another heart attack, old man? That’s a very indecent outfit,” you smile and he takes his pill, lifting his shoulders.

“Not the worse way to die,” he grinds his teeth, rightfully concluding it’s worth the risk.

“Alright, you asked for it,” you pucker your lips, realizing it’s so quiet. “I think I will go check on our grandson, I don’t like this calm before the storm,” you let J know, certain the kid is definitely up to something.

“I’ll be waiting, Princess,” The Joker purrs as you head towards the door.

“Fine, get ready; you’re in for a treat,” you tease him before closing the door behind you.

“I don’t have to get ready, you know I’m a natural!” he shouts and hears you giggle as you walk away.

Definitely worth having a sassy woman in your life, The Clown Prince Of Crime decides, wanting to take a nap before the grand finale tonight.

Also read; MASTERLIST

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

anonymous asked:

do you know what percentage of cishet wish they had the opposite gender's body as children and when does it usually fade off? because ive heard that it happens, although I cant remember the numbers or if the source is trustworthy. thanks in advance your blog is a true hope

Kii says:

I’ve googled around and I don’t actually think there have been any reputable studies on this, but as someone who has worked a lot with kids, it’s very common for someone to “play pretend” as another gender, or talk about how they would act if they were a different gender and still turn out to be cis when they are older. (ex: “If I was a boy, I think I’d be a really good football player”, “If I was a girl, I would wear purple dresses to school.”- Most of it is based on stereotypes, from what I’ve heard, but those are both things that I’ve heard [cis, to my knowledge] children say to me.)

alright so you know me i can’t go making a fluffy post without balancing things out 

so i just noticed something while making that last post actually and it kinda may have messed me up a bit so that’s why i’m sharing it tho ofc this could be just me hardcore headcanoning again but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so dennis mentions this

and yuya’s reaction to learning that dennis was yusho’s student intrigued me a bit because

obviously something just clicks in his head like right that makes sense now

but he doesn’t look too happy about it unlike the first time he suspected it

and well with recent events, we know yuya has his memories of being zarc back

which also include knowledge of the fact he isn’t really yusho’s son

then by the end of the duel, there’s some kids gathered around yuya asking him to teach them Entertainment Dueling

but what does yuya say

“Teach them the true Entertainment Dueling my father taught you!

as in, the true Entertainment Dueling Yusho taught Dennis for the past 3 years he wasn’t there to teach it to Yuya.

listen… we know Yuya has a habit of hiding his pain with a smile and

well

i mean… he’s doing it… and then he turns away

from then on we don’t really see if he keeps actually smiling for long…

Teach them, Dennis. Teach them the Entertainment Dueling I wish I had been taught.

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sam-astra  asked:

I'm so mad. Do you know how much great content they gave up by not making Zutara canon? (And also not dedicating a fourth season to the development of their relationship, like there had been whispers of?) I like to think that, since ATLA is a show full of difficult life lessons, that Zutara not being canon is a lesson to the viewers that what's meant to be doesn't always happen, and the best possible outcome isn't always the actual outcome. But I'm still mad about it.

I think the only true thing the haters and the rest of the fandom can say about us is that we’re forever salty about our ship. But I think regardless of opinions, everyone can agree we were ROBBED. It’s hard to move on after tasting perfection, my friend. Perfection in every way possible, like these kids were together. 

I wish they would’ve at least left the romance side “unsolved” for the sake of everyone and just let us speculate and imagine our preferred ending in that department, especially since they weren’t going to make a forth season.

And LOOOOLZ, you’re giving Bryke TOO much depth and credit, because we all know the best ideas and lessons on balance, redemption, harmony, forgiveness, femenism, etc, came from other writers. 

The fact that Bryke were so blindly set on making Kataang happen just because it was what they had had in mind since the start while ignoring their very own character’s development tells you there are absolutely NO lesson here. Only stubborn pride.

I’d have believed that lesson coming from anyone else but THEM. I would’ve accepted that lesson (because it is a life lesson that a lot of people go through and it’s  beautiful and bittersweet and  another type of love between people), but nor was it presented to us in any way, shape, or form to even entertain the idea or possibility that it was. Holy Kyoshi, I sound so bitter. 

Fuck it, I am, and forever will be, bitter af

Just embrace your eternal Zutarian bitterness my loves, it fuels us, sustains us, and keeps us waving our flag proudly even after all these years <3 

TO ZUTARA! WE WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP! 

AND TO BRYKE, WITH OUR DYING BREATH:

Wishing On A Star

Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This one shot was inspired by Serendipity!! Oh boy, that comeback trailer made me feel so many things. I was actually supposed to post this a few days ago, but since I’ve started university, I’ve become so busy I completely forgot to! I hope you guys enjoy this little fluffy thing I wrote! XD

The boosted bass was overpowering your ability to hear, talk or even focus. You and your roommate sat on beanbag chairs, holding onto your red solo cups filled with mixed punch. Whatever the frat boys mixed into the drink, you didn’t want to know, hence your cup was untouched ever since one of the boys offered you a cup. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get pressured into getting intoxicated by any means, so you played safe. Your roommate was gladly chugging down every drop of the punch so you gladly gave your drink to her.

“Y/N, wanna go check out the cool game room they just added in?” Your roommate asked.

Nodding excitedly, you pulled her up and shoved yourselves through the crowd of sweaty bodies swaying to the upbeat song.

You and your friends had received an invitation to attend one of the hottest frat parties at the newly renovated frat’s beach house. It was an hour away from campus, but definitely worth the trip. The boys added new wings, each consisting of a pool, billiards, a library, a lounging area, as well as the highly spoken of game room. Your inner gamer self couldn’t contain the excitement and you decided to tag along with your friends. Secretly though, deep down, the actual reason why you wanted to go to the frat party was because you were hoping to bump into your friend (and major crush) Park Jimin.

Back when you were a freshman, you met Jimin at a party through a mutual friend and you discovered that he was in the same major as you. You both exchanged your contact information, and from then on, a friendship blossomed. Slowly you started to gain feelings for the charismatic boy and since then you tried hiding your feelings from him. Knowing you, you would start blushing, and stammering whenever Jimin would do something as trivial as making slight physical contact or even stare at you. So much for trying to conceal your feelings.

As for tonight, you focused on having fun with your friends and meeting new people. You and another girl decided to verse each other on Mario Kart on one of the many plasma TV screens within the room, while your friends were all spread out checking out the different varieties of arcade games. You all spent a good 3 hours going crazy in the room when your friends pulled you aside to a quiet corner of the room smirking widely.

“Hmm Y/N, I believe I just saw your Prince Charming walk into the party.” Your friend nudged you playfully.

You gasped and looked around, and there you saw Jimin in all his glory, leaning against the door as he talked to someone.

You noticed he dyed his hair a nice blond shade. Dang that suits him. You didn’t realize you were staring at Jimin until you saw him walking towards you with a smile.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue! Bye-bye Y/N! Have fun with your boyfriend!” Your friend oozed with excitement, waving at you as she turned to leave you.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Hailee!!” You retorted.

“Who’s not your boyfriend, Y/N?”

You swirled around to the source of the voice and your eyes met with Jimin’s staring intently at you.

“Um uh… no one! Actually…” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously as you chuckled. “Hailee was just teasing me about a, um, guy I was playing Overwatch with.”

Jimin wrapped his arm around your shoulder and he raised an eyebrow. “Wanna show me who this Overwatch kid is?” He began to walk towards a group of guys who were playing the game.

Not knowing what to do, you quickly ushered him to the doors, trying to get out of the situation.

“I can’t find him anywhere here, so there’s no point trying to find him. Let’s head out to the main room?” You asked sounding really desperate to get out of the room where all your friends were looking at you two.

Jimin nodded and he walked behind you, placed his hands on your shoulders and steered you towards the main room.

“Sure, let’s go crack a few dance moves!” You laughed at his enthusiasm. “It’s been a while since we spent time together. I missed you~” Jimin pouted. You blushed at his statement. Thankfully Jimin couldn’t see you because he was walking behind you.

You entered the main room where the party goers were mingling, drinking and dancing to their hearts content. The DJ was playing your favourite song and you went out of your mind and grabbed Jimin’s hand and ran into the crowd. You started whooping and hollering the lyrics to the song while showing off some of your dance skills while Jimin just laughed and danced along with you.

“Come on Jimin! Dance with me!!” You yelled over the music. Jimin smirked took a few steps back, rolled up his sleeves and motioned for you to watch him. Within moments, he broke out some sweet dance moves, complementing the beats of the music. You immediately stopped dancing and stood there gaping at Jimin. His body moved like fluid as he continued to dance over towards you and took your hand. He twirled you around, bringing you close and flush against his body. Your breath hitched as he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. The crowd surrounding you two broke out into cheers after witnessing such a beautiful performance.

“You’re not dancing Y/N?” Jimin asked humorously.

You took a step back and beamed up at him. “Jimin, you were amazing!! I swear you’ve improved your dancing so much now!”

Jimin smiled cheekily as he started dancing idiotically. You laughed and joined along with him, making up weird dance moves along the way and enjoying the music.

A few songs later, you got exhausted and were starting to feel the heat of the party overwhelming you. You motioned Jimin that you were going to head out for some fresh air by the boardwalk. Not knowing if Jimin understood or not, you slipped out of the hot crowded house and into the cool night.

It was 3:45 AM, and you were far from feeling sleepy. You strolled over onto the boardwalk and inhaled the sweet cool air. The sky was clear tonight, the moon was full and the stars were so visible you could make out some of the constellations. The ocean was lit up by the sole light coming from the moon, and you could make out the ripples in the water. The entire atmosphere was so soothing that you could live in this moment forever. Taking off those annoying ballet flats you wore to the party, you rolled up the legs of your jeans and sat down on the board and stuck your feet into the cool water, stretching your little toes in content.

“Ahh, finally I can relax. I gotta admit, this is way better than any party.” You murmured to yourself.

The cool temperature hitting your body made you shiver, but you didn’t object to it. This was a soothing sensation, and the headache you got from the loud music inside the house started to fade away.

Sitting on the boardwalk, you leaned back, placed your hands on the wood for support and looked at the night sky. You admired the view and sat there for a few minutes with a clear mind, and just enjoyed the nature around you.

A slight sound of water splashing broke you from your relaxation.

“I found you.” You heard a melodic voice to your left, recognizing that voice in an instant.

Jimin.

You turned your head towards him and saw him sitting next to you, holding a tray of fries and iced coffees, along with a blanket.

“You brought me food?” You clutched at your chest dramatically, reaching for the fries.

The blond-haired boy snorted and pulled the tray away from you.

“No, you idiot, this is all for me, I didn’t eat dinner at all, and I know you didn’t either so I’ll just let you suffer while I chow down all this good stuff.” He replied sarcastically.

You hit his arm and stuck your tongue out at him. “Shut up, you know you love me too much to let me starve to death.”

“Now that, I can’t disagree with.” Jimin laughed. The two of you stuffed your mouths with the warm and crispy fries dunked in ketchup and sipped on your iced coffees. It left a bad taste in your mouth, but you two were used to it due to all those all-nighters you had with each other when you would be up cramming for exams. Your late-night snacks always consisted of fresh fries and iced coffees from across the street from your dorms.

You both rambled on about funny situations that happened in your classes and cracked jokes for a while, and then later sat in complete silence. The vibe surrounding you both changed dramatically.

You shivered from having your feet in cold water for too long. Jimin pulled out the blanket and wrapped it around the both of you, you lifted your feet out of the water and sat cross legged, snuggling into the warm fleece.

“You alright? Not feeling too cold, are you?” Jimin asked worriedly.

“Nah, I’m good. It was really sweet of you to bring a blanket.” You beamed at him.

You hugged him affectionately, his warmth seeping into your skin. Jimin wrapped his arms around you, and let out a content sigh. You didn’t notice how Jimin smiled while you were too busy relaxing in his embrace.

Letting go of him, you pointed up to the sky, eyes shining with excitement. “Do you see how beautiful the sky is tonight?”

Jimin looked up and stared in awe. Throughout his time sitting outside, not once did he notice the vast sky, filled with twinkling jewels. His attention was solely on you, his twinkling star.

“Wow,” Jimin breathed, “So many of them out there.”

“I know right!” You smiled. “Do believe that wishes come true whenever you wish on one of them?”

Whaaat? Wishing on a star?” Jimin snorted, “That’s for kids!”

You pouted at him and huffed, “Well, have you ever wished on a star when you were younger?”

Jimin ran his hand through his hair and chuckled slightly.

“I have, actually.”

You grabbed his hand and scooted closer to him. Somehow, you regained your confidence and weren’t shying away or acting like a blubbery mess around him.

“Let’s make a wish!!” You grinned cheekily.

“Ah, hell no! What are you, five?”

“You know you’re always a child at heart. Now shut up, and follow my lead.” You nudged him playfully.

Jimin flicked your forehead and rolled his eyes, “Fiiine, I’ll join you.”

You looked for the brightest star in the sky, then closed your eyes.

Hmm, what should I wish for?

Your thoughts went to the boy sitting next to you, and you supressed a smile.

I wish… for Park Jimin.

You opened your eyes, and saw Jimin smirking at you.

“That took you a long time. What were you wishing for? A castle up high on a majestic hill, filled with unicorns and rainbo—“ You silenced Jimin by covering his mouth with your hand.

“I may act like a 5 year old, but I’m not crazy.” You laughed.

Jimin grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his mouth, not letting go of your hand. His face was several inches close to yours.

“So, what’d you wish for?” Jimin pressed on.

“You’re not supposed to reveal what you wished for, otherwise it won’t come true, idiot.”

He tilted his head slightly, eyebrow raised. “Never knew you were this serious about a childish thing.”

“It’s not childish! It’s just something I’ve always done since childhood, and its sort of like a regular thing for me to do. Geez Jimin, why you gotta be so rude?” You whined. Jimin laughed at your childish demeanor.

“Since you don’t believe in these things, why don’t you tell me what you wished for?” You asked, face burning. You faced the other way so he wouldn’t see you blushing red like a tomato.

“So, you really want to know what I wished for?” Jimin asked softly.

You nodded, still facing the other way.

“If you don’t look at me, I’m not telling you.” He smirked.

Defeatedly, you look up at him, and brows furrowed. He was still smirking at you as he motioned you to bring your ear close to him. You leaned towards him curiously, and he leaned forward, about to whisper into your ear.

You.

Your eyes widened in realization, and you blushed furiously. Jimin turned your face toward his, his hand gently holding your chin. He was smiling dreamily, as if he were waiting for this exact moment for eons. Little did he know, you were too.

You just kept staring at him in surprise, heart still beating fast. Jimin became nervous, not knowing what you were thinking.

“Um… a-aren’t you going to say anything?” Jimin stuttered nervously.

You cleared your throat, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

“Well… should I be saying that I’ve been wishing for this to happen the entire time?” You softly replied averting your gaze shyly.

Jimin took your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “Really, Y/N?”

You smiled sweetly, scooting closer to Jimin. You closed the gap between you two as your lips moulded against his. Jimin let go of your hand, and placed one hand on your waist as the other cupped your cheek. He deepened the kiss, his soft lips pressing against yours with more intensity. He kissed you with emotion, letting out all the feelings he had hidden in himself since who knows how long.

After a while, you both parted from each other, breathless. Realizing what just happened, the two of you burst out into laughter. You buried your face into the crook of his shoulder as you continued to laugh.

The amount of laughter coming from you two was loud enough to be heard by the people residing nearby. It was suddenly where your friendship was taken to the next level. It was unbelievable that your wish came true in a matter of a few seconds. Or, who knows? How long was Jimin harboring feelings for you?

“How long did you feel this way about me for?” You asked, finally calming down from the laughter, leaning your back against Jimin’s chest as you looked up at him.

“Mmm… let’s not go there.” Jimin blushed.

“No, seriously! How long?” You poked him lightly, wanting to know.

Jimin looked away and mumbled, “Ever since we first met at that party.”

You smiled and pulled his hand up to trace random shapes. “Well, I gotta admit this, I’ve been crushing on you a while after we first met.”

Jimin smiles sheepishly as he takes the blanket that fell onto the wooden floor, and wrapped it around your bodies.

“Now can you tell me what you wished for?” He asked, “I already told you mine!”

You shook your head, “Nope, I’m not saying anything!”

“Hey, that’s not fair!”

“It definitely is fair, you were the one not believing this.”

“Wow, okay that’s a fair play then.” Jimin pouted.

You sat up, feeling bad.

“Welllll…. I mean, I can tell you what I’m wishing for now.” You leaned towards him slowly.

Jimin rolled his eyes, not responding to you.

“Ahh, I wish that Jimin could kiss me again!” You sighed dramatically looking up to the sky. He finally looks at you, holding back a laugh.

“Why, certainly Miss. Y/N, as the ambassador of wishes, I hereby fulfill your wish!” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows, as he pulled you into him and kisses you again.

“Jimin, I’m cold.” You whined.

He pulls up the blanket and throws it atop your heads and went back to what he was before. Giggling between kisses, you were sitting under the warm blanket, and spent the rest of your time out there until the sun rose, marking the arrival of the next day. And the start of your new relationship with Park Jimin.

A/N: ok so this is my first one shot and it’s kinda crappy but yeah i hope you guys like it! XD

anonymous asked:

The way you drew kuroo's hair in ur last post makes it look so soft and fluffy and I loVE IT

It IS!!! The floofiest hair!!!! It’s a mess but super soft I’m 100% sure of it

Anon said: I’m so happy I finally got to see a bit more of Mina’s personality ;-; I’m love her??? She’s so presh????

I KNOW RIGHT that’s why she’s my fav, she’s so bubbly and happy and bright and silly and super strong I love her a lot!! I wish she’d have more spotlight, honestly o<-<

Anon said: MY POOR LIGHTNING SON THOUGH.

ANON I’M SORRY BUT HE KINDA REALLY DESERVED IT HAHAHA okay real talk for one single second, Kami has something like a pathological need to look cool and he acts like he’s the coolest cool kid to ever be cool, which usually ends up with him not looking cool one bit out of cosmic retribution or something, it’s kind of a running joke and we all need to get used to it but it makes it all the better when the one time he does look super cool rolls around and he isn’t even trying !!!! amazing that boy is amazing

Anon said: Was the fight between Kiri and Tetsu everything you hoped to see? Remember, we still haven’t seen the sparkles~~~~~

A n o n I’m never satisfied with the amount of Tetsu and Kiri I get because it could always be more there’s never enough Tetsu and Kiri interactions I die every time r i p (true story the match started, the focus shifted on Uraraka and Deku and I might or might not have straight out gone who cARES let’s get back to my kids!!) (I love them too much what can I do I wish they’d shown me the whole fight really haha)

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Twist of Fate (Pt 2)

Hey guys! Part 2 is finally here after days of procrastination and exams! I quite like the direction of the plot so far. It’s something I’ve never seen before which is nice. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 : Here


               Betty finally spoke out, praying for the moment to finally be over. Jughead’s face flushed red as he remembered she didn’t know her way around.

               "Sorry, sorry. Um, yeah it’s right through here.“ The beanie-clad boy stumbled over his words, eventually managing to form a coherent sentence. He looked over at his new roommate and noticed her eyes shining in amusement. They were walking past the open lounge area and into a hallway that consisted of 3 doors. One, that Betty assumed held residency of Jughead, had a large poster on the outside of "A Rebel Without a Cause”. Betty stopped, entranced by the poster.

               "You like “A Rebel Without a Cause”?“ She asked, studying the poster more thoroughly. It wasn’t a promotional poster, it looked like it was made for some place called the Twilight Drive-In. Betty had heard of that place, it was in the next town over called Greendale. She often went there and put in some suggestions but soon heard it got closed down due to lack of funding.

               "Yeah, I’m a sucker for the classics. Don’t get me wrong, Nicholas Ray did a great job. But I’m more of a Tarantino guy myself. I don’t know what is it but I find something so intoxicatingly beautiful about his work. It’s always a masterpiece, you can tell this guy loves what he does. I don’t know, I guess I just respect that. True art forms.” Jughead babbles on whilst Betty listened, intrigued by the topic. He was shocked that she hadn’t even looked the least bit bored. He’d never gotten this far before without either being told to shut up or boring people half to death.

               "I fully agree! As a kid I used to love “Pulp Fiction” but lately I’ve been more about the “Kill Bill” series. And although Tarantino is possibly the best director in this generation, I’ll always have a soft spot for Ray. I wish I could’ve lived in the 50s.“ Betty responds with enthusiasm and actual knowledge. Jughead is shocked. He can’t help but crack out a goofy grin, maybe this roommate wouldn’t be so unbearable. Although, nothing could be worse than Archie Andrews. "Also, is this from the Twilight Drive-In?” Betty thought it was a long shot but she had to ask, it was all too familiar.

               "Yeah, how did you know that?“ He quipped, wondering how on earth she knew the place he’d spent his entire childhood. Jughead was very defensive over his childhood. It was filled with a lot of heartbreak, betrayal and distrust. He was born into a house that lacked solidarity. His father was a raging alcoholic; his mother was a selfish, egotistical maniac that shouldn’t have been graced with the ability to reproduce. His sister was the only stability that Jughead could grasp on to. Jellybean was the only thing that he stuck around for.

               The drive-in was an important part of his childhood. He would sneak himself and JB through the back and into the crowd, just to spend at least an hour or two away from their parents. Jellybean never got enough sleep, neither did Jughead. The arguing, the smashing of fragile objects, the crying. Sometimes it got too much. His dad would come home one night, reeking of cheap booze and cigarette smoke, and then his mother would snap.

               The drive-in offered clarity and escape for the two children. Though it was short lived when social services caught the bruises on Jughead and the burns on JB. Nothing was said but the police knew what had been happening. The Jones name had a reputation in the town of Greendale. The family with the town drunk, the selfish bitch, the outcast boy and the sweet little girl. It wasn’t longer before both kids were put into the social system and separated.

               How he got the poster was another story. One he isn’t quite proud of but it needed to happen. When his 3rd foster family had refused to shelter him any further, he ran away. Jughead went back to Greendale. He didn’t know what he was expecting, he had been gone for 6 years and as a 16 year old he didn’t exactly look the same. He tried finding his parents and instead found a sight that broke his heart.

               At the drive-in, Jughead saw his father’s old truck. He aimlessly walked over, expecting to see him passed out in the back. But instead he saw his father who looked cleaned up and sober, his mother who was smiling, cuddled next to her husband. But the sight that broke his heart the most, Jellybean wrapped up in both of their arms, looking like a completely different kid.

               Jughead didn’t bother staying to watch the movie. Not even "A Rebel Without a Cause” could make him stay. He had been cheated, rejected and most importantly, he had been broken. Even his own family can’t stand to have him around. Ripping a poster from the wall, he made his way to a destination he was uncertain of. With hot tears stinging the frozen skin of his face, he wondered why no one had the capability to love him.

               "I used to go there all of the time as a teenager. I loved it there.“ Betty gushed, not turning to look at Jughead but instead focusing her attention on the poster. It’s not like Jughead kept it up there to torture himself, it was a powerful reminder that the past is the past . And although it may be painful, it helped us to get where we are now. Betty turned around to the door opposite Jughead’s, noticing the bright yellow post-it note on the door saying "Betty Cooper’s Room”. The handwriting was messy but Betty found it charming.

               "Ah, yeah. That’s your room. The room down the hall, just there, is my office.“ Jughead pushed open Betty’s door and helped her to carry her stuff inside. The room was moderately large. It was about the size of Betty’s room back home, maybe a tad larger. The walls were neatly painted a pastel green that looked almost white. It was furnished with all the necessities; a bed, a walk in wardrobe, a desk and a tall lamp tucked away in the corner. She seemed to have her own bathroom as well. A low set window sill was parallel to her bed, it was very wide. Betty already had ideas of all the aesthetic Instagram photos she could take. The view was incredible.

               "This room is beautiful. Are you sure the rent is high enough?” Betty stared, doe-eyed. Jughead didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t tell the truth, not yet. Instead he merely shrugged, offering her a boyish smirk. “That’s not exactly an answer Mr…” Betty trailed off, suddenly realizing she didn’t even know her own roommates last name. Then again, they had only met 10 minutes ago.

               "Jones. It’s Mr. Jones.“ Jughead offered, still smirking at the blonde haired girl stood in front of him. He looked down at his watch, noticing the time. "Well, I better leave you to unpack and get settled. It around 4 now so when do you want dinner?” He asked, opening the door wider to step through. Betty nodded, quickly throwing her backpack onto the ground before beaming up to him.

               "You cook?“ She asked, amusement evident on her features. At first, Jughead wanted to reply saying that he was forced to learn due to his prior parents being a waste of space. Instead he settled with a wink.

               "I can do a lot Cooper. Eating food is a huge hobby of mine.” He threw back, chuckling slightly. Betty returned with a small giggle and unzipped her suitcase, pulling out items of clothing and packing them into the wardrobe. She seemed to have a lot of clothes, this reminded him of Veronica almost instantly.

               "I’m a good cook too. How about I start packing now and come help you at around 6? It can be a roommate bonding session.“ Betty joked, disappearing and reappearing whilst putting her stuff away in various locations. He statement make Jughead’s heart swell. He didn’t know this girl but she seemed nice enough. He truly did believe they were going to get on just fine. Maybe he could add another member to the Scooby gang. Which, at the moment, only consisted of him, Archie and Veronica.

               "Sure, Cooper.” Betty poked her tongue out playfully at his remark, watching him pace out of the room. She continued packing but at a faster rate this time. A huge part of her couldn’t wait for 6 o'clock. Jughead walked into the lounge and threw himself onto the couch next to Archie, who was playing Fallout 4 on the 65" flat screen Jughead got gifted last year.

               "How’s the new roommate? Lasting well without me and Ronnie?“ Archie’s eyes were glued to the screen but Jughead could tell he was teasing. Slapping his arm softly, he was about to reply when the front door swung open. Stood in a navy blue dress, obviously accompanied with pearls, was the raven-haired princess Jughead learned to love. She had a huge grin spread across her deep red lips, her eyebrows raised in anticipation. Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.

               "Where’s this new roommate I’ve heard so much about, Juggiekins?” She too teased, coming over to embrace him in a hug, placing a firm kiss on his cheek. Instinctively, he wiped his cheek which only making Veronica smirk. Betty heard someone come in and decided to check out who it was. Little did she know what kind of surprise would be hitting her.

               As soon as she walked into the room and saw Veronica, her heart stopped beating. God seems to have graced Betty with one of the greatest gifts she could’ve asked for. It seemed almost too good to be true at this point. When Veronica spun around the meet Betty’s gaze, her jaw fell. Her lips were parted and both girls stood in shock. Jughead and Archie sat, confused at what was happening.

               "Ronnie?“ Betty beamed hopefully. The next few seconds were a blur, The girls ran towards each other at full force, knocking them both onto the ground. They were hugging whilst loudly crying and muffling incoherent words. Jughead was beyond confused by now. How did they know each other? After what felt like forever, the girls separated. Both were crying yet smiling so happily.

               "I can’t believe you’re here. This is so crazy!” Ronnie cried out, pulled Betty into another hug. Archie was about to speak up until Ronnie pulled back again. “Boys, this is my long-time internet friend, Betty Cooper. We lost touch sometime last year but, oh god am I glad to see you.” Veronica explained. “We have so much to catch up on, come on!” In an instant both girls were at their feet, running into Betty’s room and closing the door.

               "Wait. I’m confused. So your new roommate is best friends with your sister?“ Archie whispered quietly, not wanting the girls to hear. Jughead was still in a state of shock. How had he never known about Veronica knowing Betty? At dinner he’d always heard her babble on about this friend she had but he never listened. Now he’s starting to wish he did.

               "Don’t ask me pal, we’re in the same boat.” He spoke out, still bewildered. How is it that the girl he chooses out of 50 other applicants, just happens to be his sister’s best friend? That’s not a coincidence, that’s the work of the lord above.

               Jughead didn’t want Betty to know that Veronica was his family. It’d bring up too much personal family stuff for their friendship at the moment. In time, he wants to share everything about himself. Who he really is, his job, his family, his aspirations. But right now, the story was far too complicated and Jughead was in no frame of mine to give that out.

               He reminisced about the past. The heartbreak after the drive in, the weeks alone in the cold, Hiram Lodge spotting him sleeping behind a dumpster in Brooklyn. He was on the brink of death but the Lodge’s took him in, treated him like a son. They fed him, built up his strength and gave him a warm place to sleep. Jughead was forever in their favor. It wasn’t long before the adoption occurred and Jughead was officially Forsythe Jones-Lodge. Though he preferred to go by Jones. He may hate his family but Jones is more fitting for such an obscure name.

               "Maybe it won’t be so bad. Betty doesn’t seem like the type to judge. Just tell her about the past and tell her about the Blue and Gold. Stop building up walls and refusing to knock them down.“ His red headed friend squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. Jughead couldn’t though. The sad look in Archie’s eye only proved that Arch didn’t believe he could either. It takes time to trust. Even if he feels like Betty will be different, he didn’t want her to be his reckoning.


I hope you all enjoyed this part 2! It’s slightly longer but not as long as I’d like it to be! After I get my exams out of the way I’ll be able to write more! These two weeks cannot come fast enough. As always, feedback is very much appreciated and it warmed my heart to see how many of you loved part 1! There’s gonna be a lot more!

((Subtle plug but my asks are open too if anyone wants to send in prompts for a one shot or just generally wants to talk! I don’t bite ;P))


**PART 3 : here **

9

QUEENS THAT SASHAYED AWAY TOO SOON: VIVACIOUS

“To be honest, at first, I was mentally kicking myself, I could not believe I left so early. I really thought I was going to handle it worse mentally, but to be honest, it didn’t worry me at all. I asked God to have me traveling and performing for the children, and he granted my wish. I was out in the universe and not worried about it at all. I was actually in Los Angeles doing shows when my elimination episode aired. Honestly, I am taking it as it goes. From what I am hearing, my departure is the biggest upset next to Latrice Royale going home. Many people don’t think I should have gone home so early, but I was lucky and left in a costume of my own style, a true Club Kid!”

Theories: School 2017

After watching ep4, I think X is connected to Dae Hwi and Tae Woon’s dead friend i cant remember his name for the life of me. The main reasons for this theory is that (a) there is a picture of the three of them in X’s lair and, (b) the pranks started after the death of the friend (though I could be wrong about this). Mostly it’s just my gut feeling, not actual evidence.

I’m still not convinced that either Dae Hwi or Tae Woon is X. It’s possible that they are helping X, but I don’t think they are X. The writers are heavily implying that it’s one of them, but I don’t buy it. It’d be too easy if it was one of them.

So here’s the possibilities that I’ve come up with:

  • could be the dead friend: you know plot twist he’s actually alive or was in a coma for a few months and when he wakes up he decides to be a robin hood for the students. the chance of this happening is quite low I admit, but on the other hand, in kdrama-land anything is possible.
  • X could be a relative of the dead friend: someone who wants to honor his memory by fighting for justice at the school. clearly the guy was a hero, saving almost everyone in the bus without a second thought. So X is honoring him, in a way that dead guy would approve of. with this theory, it could be any of the characters, since we don’t know much about the guy. also, I have an inkling that this whole robin hood idea was actually dead guy’s idea, you know like in the way you joke with your friends/family about things that you’d never actually do. since the guy dropped out of school, he could have said that he wanted to expose the school’s injustice, in passing, and the person he said it to decided to make his wish come true after he died,
  • someone completely random could be X: while I do think that X is connected to the dead friend, I also think that there is a possibility that it’s one of the other kids in their class who has no connection to him. my top two guesses are: the guy that hangs out with Tae Woon (i’m so bad with names) because he’s the least suspected person and no-one is really keeping an eye on him; and, the guy who plays the guitar because he seems to know a lot about everything and he was one of the first people to be taken off the suspect list. though, at this point, I’m kind of suspicious of everyone.

It is very likely that I am overthinking this, but hey that’s the fun of mystery dramas.

anonymous asked:

What if one day the void au becomes real because of how much people wish it was true and it comes to seek you out to suck you in since you’re its creator? It could be a sneak attack from Kork and Angie on you, who knows!

everyone else: interesting AUs, headcanons, eloquent writing, good art

me: lol i have a little chortle every time i send a kid to another dimension lol

hHAHA are people actually enjoying this void stuff?? oh yes no one is immune to the succ! i hear the exchange rate for memes is quite high these days 

anonymous asked:

are you personal friends with Dan? i just get the feeling like that's true you seem like you know a lot about him and like someone he'd hang out with

Yeah actually, we met at a coffee shop in NYC when he was visiting his family and we text sometimes.

Just kidding!!! I wish! No I don’t know him but wouldn’t life be grand if we were friends? Ah… I’d enjoy it..

Woooow (Spoilerish.)

And apparently Arya descends even further into the depths of being a down right bitch. I just have to lol at the people who accused Sansa of “Abusing” Arya as kids. 

She might have thrown out a “I wish you were dead.” like a Salty fucking teen, but she never said “I’ll kill you, steal your face and pretend to be you.” 


Don’t get me wrong, I like Arya, I just don’t like THIS ARYA. This is not the Arya from the books. This is some weird creature. I think the theory that the Waif actually killed her might be true. 

All this being said, They’re going to realize Petyr is playing them and team up and be Starkly Staunch Allies afterwards. Its just a matter of time. But in the meantime, its pretty disgusting. 

I really hate D&D’s writing. Its so god awful at times. 

Harry Hook x Evie Grimhilde: When i grow up

Line prompt: ‘One day when i grow up i will marry you!.“

Part:1.

Note: 5 years younger harry and descendants 2 happened but without harry taking part.
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"So what did ye wished when you blew out the candles?!?” A young excited voice was heard along the screams and giggling of the other kids.

“Well to go away from here, to go to Auradon live the big life, marry a prince."Evie responded to the younger boy that was standing in front of her wearing a big black pirate hat that was too big for his head.

The boy’s smile was erased from his tender face and transformed into a frown "Princes suck evie! You should be mine,pirates are cooler than princes.”

The blue haired giggled and pulled away his hat ruffling his brown locks making them a bigger mess than they were before “ You are such a cutie”.

“I am not a cutie” the boy mumbled snatching back his black hat placing it back to his head.

“One day when i will grow up i will marry you!”
The young boy named harry yelled out loud before running back to his sisters.

After some months Evie wish became actually true, she was granted the invitation to go to Auradon.

The poor boy harry was there looking at her getting into the big limousine leaving away forever…or the three fates would let them meet again?.

9 years had passed since then.

Now Evie was a fashion designer at her free time and the right hand of King ben, finally they got all the united kingdoms of Auradon to come in an agreement bring more kids from the isle of the lost to Auradon, giving them a chance like they had done in the past for her and her friends.

Evie was stood next to ben to greet the new kids to Auradon, she would be a good example everyone thought after all it was a goal of hers to bring more kids to build a new future for them.

“The car is here!” A student yelled from across stepping back for it to pass.

It stopped right in front of the High council with a lot of kids stepping out pushing and whining at each other.

The blue haired femme laughed to herself reminding her when she first came to auradon along with mal,jay and carlos.

“Evie”

Her laughter stopped when a familiar but yet unknown voice called out her name, a boy stepped out of the heavily crowed of villain kids who was wearing a pirate hand and a had a hook in his hands.

C-could it be?.

“Did i changed that much?” The boy laughed, it was little harry…little harry who would often cling on her begging her to marry him, who brought her earings,necklaces from his mother box.

“I guess i did” the boy chuckled no one has noticed a thing since all the villain kids were over at other members of the council mostly mal and ben, ssking them a bunch of questions.

Before she could speak ben’s voice was heard trying to get all the villain kids to a group to give them a proper tour around auradon.

“I’ll see you again” harry said giving her a soft kiss on her cheek “ oh and i never forgot you, i always and still think that you should be mine.” He whispered to her ear,his hot breath touching against her fair skin sending shivers down at her spine.

The winked at her before he walked away following behind the rest of the other villain kids.

“Well he wasn’t joking.” She mumbled to herself not sure if she should stop feeling safe.

The Magic Dragon shaped Elephant in the Room

You know what’s been getting on my nerves? How Dragon Ball Super is handling Future Mai.

Originally posted by neogohann

Now don’t get me wrong, my issue isn’t with the show making an effort to pair her and Trunks up together. Honestly it’s a ship I never knew I needed until now. No, my issue lays in a fundamental fact of Mai’s character that isn’t being addressed… The fact that she’s been around since Dragon Ball.

Hell, she was essentially the second-in-command to Dragon Ball’s first arc villain, Emperor Pilaf. She’s been around since the very beginning. She fought Goku when he was a kid. Keep in mind how long a time period both Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z cover, and Mai doesn’t make much of an appearance again after the Demon King Piccolo arc until all the way in Battle of Gods (and GT if you count that). Speaking of GT, this is rather close to how Mai should look nowadays.

But of course, Pilaf and the gang got to make a wish to Shenron prior to Battle of Gods, and in true Pilaf fashion they screwed it up and now they’re kids again.

This, I have no problem with. I always loved the Pilaf gang as characters and have always wanted to see them come back. The issue before was that they were so old now that they couldn’t really do anything, so making a wish on the Dragon Balls was a nice little solution to that. It’s amusing to see Pilaf finally reach the goal he’d been striving for since the beginning of Dragon Ball, to actually use the magical orbs… And then completely fuck it up.

Now I don’t have an issue with the now pint-sized Pilaf gang now really making any mention of their past with Goku and the gang. Fact of the matter is that they are kids, no one would really suspect them of being who they are. Hell, they actually do bring it up a couple of times that they’re only pretending to be kids, mostly on Pilaf’s end granted, but it is addressed. No one sees it of course, but that simply adds to the hilarity. The fact that Pilaf and his group were so not worth anyone’s time that everyone completely forgot about them (though it does irk me that Bulma of all people can’t make the connection).

(C’mon Bulma you’re smarter than this)

All of that, I don’t mind. I find it amusing even. No, my issue lay solely on Future Mai. I won’t ask how exactly the Mai from Trunk’s timeline stayed so young, since the Pilaf gang got turned young again after the Buu saga, far after Trunks came back and created a new timeline. That’s Dragon Ball lackadaisical “science” at its best.

But the fact remains it is the same Mai. That somehow she did manage to stay young. This is a fact. Now of course Trunks wouldn’t notice it, Pilaf was way before his time and when he travels back to the past in Super he finds Mai to be a child, which would fit in with his perception of her. Whether Future Bulma noticed or not is hard to say, I’d like to think she did, but never brought it up because what good would that do now? Future Mai had obviously long reformed from her criminal ways and was honestly earnest to help humanity survive. The more the merrier.

By this point the only person who could’ve possibly known Mai’s true origins was Goku himself, when he and Vegeta joined Trunks on the trip to the future. They actually talk to each other, which must have been so bizarre for her now that I think about it. Now I don’t blame Goku for not recognizing her. He’s not the most… observant person when it comes to anything not related to fighting, and it’s been established that he doesn’t really recall what Pilaf and his mooks looked like despite them playing a huge part in his first adventure… Despite Mai looking exactly the same now as she did when he was a kid.

(Seriously even her coat is the same)

So far all of this is excusable. It annoys me that Goku or Bulma don’t recognize them, but I get it. What’s really driven me to make this post is the fact that Future Mai doesn’t even bat an eye when she sees Goku again, doesn’t even seem to recognize him in fact. This is a man she lived most of her adult life in abject terror in, and she has literally no reaction whatsoever to him. No small line of dialogue, no thought process, not even a change in expression.

Fine, I get it. They have much bigger things to worry about. But at the moment it just feels like this huge elephant in the room. Now I’m not asking for Mai to go up to Goku and be like, “Oh yeah I tried to kill you when you were a kid I’m secretly very old.” Just any acknowledgement would be nice at this point.

Though I have to wonder if when Black showed up on the scene Mai’s first thought would be something along the lines of, “This has to be the kid who turned into a giant monkey all those years ago… I knew he was a monster.”