i'm pretty sure we all knew he was in this movie

Batfam as things my fam has said

Dick: *tells a joke*

*silence*

Dick: Okay, but when it’s about my life, everyone laughs.

——————–

Jason: I’m really trying, and it’s just not working.

Tim: There is no try. Only do.

Jason: I don’t think Star Wars is really going to help me right now.

Tim: *scoffs* Shows what you know.

Dick: You know, I’m proud he got that reference.

——————-

Jason: *messes up*

Bruce: *addresses the younger kids* Okay, he’s older. That means you should all learn from his mistakes or risk being just as much of a fuck-up.

Jason: Dad!

Bruce: *raises an eyebrow*

Jason: *sighs* It’s true.

——————-

Bruce: Okay Tim, you need some sleep.

Tim: You know, I’ve got enough problems in my life without you shoving your mainstream ideals and corporate agendas down my throat.

Bruce: …?

Tim: Yeah, goodnight.

———————

Dick: Okay, but if cotton shirts shrink when they get wet, does that mean sheep shrink when they get wet?

Jason: Bro, sheep produce wool.

Dick: Really?

Jason: Cotton comes from a fucking plant.

Dick: *in a small voice* So…sheep….don’t shrink…..when they get….wet….?

Tim: I think your brain shrinks when it gets wet.

———————–

Damian: *walks into the kitchen at 12:00 a.m.* *sees Dick laying on the table crying*

Damian: So this is adulthood.

*like a month after that*

Damian: *walks into the kitchen late at night again* *sees Jason sitting in front of the fridge just staring while holding a jug of milk*

Damian: Is this like a thing? Does every adult in this family have mental breakdowns in the kitchen late at night?

Bruce: You’ll understand it someday.

Damian: *turns the light on* *sees Bruce sitting on the counter with a single piece of bread*

Damian: What was I born into?

———————–

*at McDonald’s*

Dick and Jason: *get their own food*

Tim and Damian: *have to share*

Damian: Dad, that’s not fair. Why do we have to share?

Jason: Because we’re older, nimrod. We’ve paid our dues.

Dick: Yeah. I’m older than all of you. Dad had to raise me before he knew what the fuck he was doing.

Bruce: Jokes on all of you. I still don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

———————

Jason: *ruins the end of a movie the others haven’t seen*

Dick: You know, there’s a special place in hell for people like you.

Damian: Yeah, it’s this family.

——————–

*at the pediatrician’s*

Bruce and Damian: *waiting for the doctor*

Bruce: *starts opening the cabinets* *finds the latex gloves* *starts stuffing them in his pockets*

Damian: Um, Dad? What are you doing…?

Bruce: I use these when I’m working. I like the ones from my doctor better. These are all meant for small hands.

Damian: Well maybe you shouldn’t be stealing from your son’s pediatrician then—or your doctor for that matter.

Bruce: Maybe your pediatrician shouldn’t have such small hands.

Damian: That is so not the problem with this situation.

(I know Bruce is hella rich, but my fam isn’t. lolol)

——————-

*getting free samples from the store*

Bruce: Okay, Jason take your jacket off and go up there again. She’s elderly and will probably think your someone else.

Jason: *rolls his eyes* *goes anyway*

Dick: Dad, that is horrible.

Bruce: Do you want lunch son? 

Dick: Yes?

Bruce: Okay then. Roll your shorts up, put your hair in a ponytail, and pretend you’re my daughter.

Tim: We’re all going to hell.

———————

Dick, Tim and Jason: *fighting over what movie to watch*

Damian: *gives a suggestion* *gets ignored*

Dick, Tim and Jason: *keep fighting*

Damian: Hello!

Dick, Tim and Jason: *still ignore him* *still fighting*

Damian: I DEMAND ATTENTION, YOU ASSHOLES!

Dick, Tim and Jason: *turn to Damian in shock*

Damian: That’s right. I am capable of speaking. I may be the youngest, but I still exist.

———————-

Jason: Hey, Dick?

Dick: JUST LEAVE ME ALONE TO DIE!

Jason: What’s wrong with him?

Tim: Someone ate all the Lucky Charms.

———————-

Jason: How do you know when a fish is dead?

Dick: That’s an ominous question.

Jason: But like, how do you know?

Dick: I don’t know. Usually if they’re upside down at the top of the water.

Jason: So…laying at the bottom of the bowl all pale and colorless probably means dead, right?

Dick: JASON WHAT DID YOU DO?

Jason: I DON’T KNOW! I think I fed him too much. I mean, he just kept eating. I figured he was just that hungry!

Dick: Damian is going to kill you.

Jason: This is like his fifth fish. How attached could he have been, really?

———————–

Damian: I thought I said that this family was banned from going anywhere near my fish. Why do you all keep killing my pets? Dad freaking swallowed one!

Jason: Wow Dad. I just overfed one. At least I didn’t eat it. 

Bruce: That wasn’t my fault! You shouldn’t be putting them in water bottles!

Damian: I WAS CLEANING HIS BOWL!

———————–

Tim: Why is the world against me?

Damian: Is that rhetorical or would you like me to answer?

———————–

Dick: *wakes up* I really feel like today is going to be a good day.

Dick: *spills his bowl of cereal on himself*

Dick: I’m going to go to bed now.

Bruce: Dick, you just woke up.

Dick: Well the world doesn’t seem to care!

————————

Tim: Can you have a midlife crisis at 17?

Damian: I don’t even think I’ll make it to 17.

Jason: I’m pretty sure I died the day I turned 19.

Dick: I’ve been having a midlife crisis for the past three years.

Tim: So that’s a yes.

————————

Bruce: I miss being young and childless.

Jason: As your child, that’s just so nice to hear.

————————-

Bruce: Why aren’t you in school right now?

Dick: Dad, why does life feel like an endless abyss of self-loathing and humiliation?

Bruce:

Bruce: I’m just going to call and say you have the flu.


101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."
deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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How the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury

I’ve been wanting to make a post about this for a while, even though I might be the only person invested in this, but anyway, here we go.

I’ve seen mentioned several times, in posts about the movie and in fics that the Winter Soldier shot Nick Fury through the window of Steve’s apartment, and every time it makes me groan in frustration because no.

The Winter Soldier didn’t shoot Fury through a window, he shot him through a wall, and I don’t know about you, but it seems like a pretty big difference to me.

(bullet hole in the wall!!)

When I saw the scene the first time, I remember thinking holy shit??? that’s crazy, and for me that’s when the Winter Soldier really became a real, terrifyingly good assassin, that’s when his image as a serious threat solidified.

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anonymous asked:

It seems Tyler Hoechlin is your favorite live-action Superman, but can you rank the actors from worst to best as you see it (of the current actors, I'm not sold on Hoechlin yet, but I think it has more to do with my dislike of his costume—particularly how the cape attaches—that it distracts me from the character, while Cavill seems to physically look perfect for the part and certainly is capable of the acting and charm, but the script he has to work with is lacking)?

Leaving out Kirk Alyn, John Haymes Newton and Gerard Christopher, since I’m not familiar with their performances:

7. Tom Welling

I feel kind of bad about this one. I grew up watching Smallville, y’know? And in terms of sheer man-hours devoted to the role, Welling has more of a claim to being Superman than anyone other than Bud Collyer. But he…wasn’t great, in retrospect. I suspect it was largely a matter of the material he was given; he did well whenever he actually had something to do, whether as dorky reporter Clark Kent intermittently throughout the final season, or various cases of amnesia/mind control/body-swapping/Red Kryptonite exposure. But outside maybe a sweet spot after he’d grown into the role and before he visibly started to get tired of it, and occasionally when getting to spar with (better) actors like Durance, Rosenbaum, and Glover, he had a weird stiffness when playing regular Clark Kent that for the most part didn’t translate into charm once he couldn’t bank on teen awkwardness anymore, and while that frankly made him a pretty honest depiction of the increasingly dicey version of the character he was written as, it didn’t make for a great take on Superman.

6. Henry Cavill

Cavill’s been more let down by the material than anything else - the unfortunate unifying factor of the bottom three here. When the movies let him be great, he really is great, whether promising Martha that he isn’t going anywhere even after learning the truth about Krypton or fighting for the stories he believes in against Perry White. For the most part though he just seems to be called on to look varying degrees of sad and solemn, asked to call on none of the charm he showed in, say, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Granted his Superman has a lot to be down about, but there’s no range on display here; I don’t doubt he’s got a great take on the character in him, but for now it’s being kept under wraps.

5. Brandon Routh

Of all the reasons Superman Returns was such a damn shame, maybe the biggest was that it buried any chance of seeing the performance out of Brandon Routh that he so clearly had to offer. He’s a great dorky Clark, a charming Superman, and when the stars line up just right, he really manages to capture the idea of Superman as a melancholy figure - his take doesn’t just seem to be bearing the weight of the world in the philosophical abstract, but much more palpably feels an entire planet crying out for him, knowing he can never save them all but always trying anyway out of unconditional love, very much in line with Garth Ennis and John McCrea’s take on him in Hitman. Unfortunately all that takes up maybe 10-15 minutes of runtime, spending the rest of the movie stalking his ex with a neutral expression until he gets shived by Kevin Spacey and regurgitates Brando at his secret kid. Superman Returns was weird, ya’ll.

4. Dean Cain

I was honestly surprised with myself when I decided Cain won out as the best of the rest outside the big three - I thought for sure it’d be Routh. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that while Routh’s take is definitely closer to the version of Superman I had in my head, it’s compromised in a way the Superman of Lois & Clark never was: like the take or not, this is a perfect realization of the Superman the creators of the show clearly had in mind. His Clark’s funny, clever, warm, and vulnerable, and while it feels weird for him to be acting that way in the glasses these were the Byrne years, so as an expression of his ‘real’ self it’s pretty on-point. His Superman’s the weaker end, stilted even given it’s supposed to be him putting on a performance in-universe, but there’s such an unironic earnestness there that it typically slid back into charming.

3. George Reeves

I thought for awhile about 2 and 3, ultimately concluding that what was asked of George Reeves was a fair deal simpler. He didn’t much differentiate between Superman and Clark, and his booming radio announcer voice made clear we weren’t supposed to be measuring his performance in terms of whether or not he seemed like a real person. What he was called on to show though, and what he had out the wazoo, was raw charisma. When Jimmy asks him why he burst through a wall rather than using a door and Superman replies with a grin “Well, this seemed a little more spectacular,” you’re 100% willing to buy into that explanation, because yeah, it was spectacular, because Superman’s fantastic. And he could more than hold his own with the best of them when asked to work with more serious material, whether wandering through an amnesic fog in Panic In The Sky with only his instinctive decency to guide him, or here, in the final scene of The Dog Who Knew Superman, where Clark has to deal with a dog not only adoring him, but recognizing him in both identities:

2. Christopher Reeve

I gave Tom Welling his well-earned due earlier, but if you really want to talk about a guy with a solid claim to being Superman, Christopher Reeve didn’t just embed himself on the psyche of a generation, but is still held up today as the unequivocal standard by which the role is set. In all likelihood he’ll always be ‘the’ Superman, in the same way as Sean Connery will always be James Bond, and Bela Lugosi will always be Dracula. He shone like the sun in the costume, he was believably such a wimpy klutz out of it that no one would guess they were the same even when it was staring them in the face, and if anyone has any lingering suspicions that he just had the easy task of playing two extremely arch roles to the hilt, they might be forgetting this bit:

Was it perfect? I don’t know about that - if nothing else there were one or two awkward line readings, and the identity division is so sharp that it’s hard to tell when you’re getting a glimpse of the real guy underneath all the identities. But while I definitely question how much of a positive impact on Superman those movies themselves really had in the long run, Reeve’s performance on its own was an undeniable revelation, everything he did reverberating with such a sincere and powerful sense of decency and love for his fellow man that it not only brought Superman to the life, but frankly changed him forever for the better.

1. Tyler Hoechlin

I expected nothing out of this guy. Not that I by any means thought he’d be bad, but when I heard some dude from Teen Wolf was gonna appear on an episode or two of Supergirl, my reaction was about as intense as…well, what you’d expect upon hearing that some dude from Teen Wolf was showing up on Supergirl, even given who he was playing (granted I’ve never seen Teen Wolf and don’t actually especially know what Teen Wolf is, beyond that it’s based on that werewolf-playing-basketball 80s movie written by…wait, Jeph Loeb?!). Looked fine - and it became clear he actually really did look the part once behind-the-scenes pictures started to come out, rather than that godawful original promo picture - and I figured he’d belt out his best Reeve/Animated Series/Cartoon-on-the-side-of-a-cereal-box brand Generic Superman Performance to cheer Kara on before vanishing into the sunset forever outside of the opening credits. I was plenty interested in the potential long-term ramifications of Superman being allowed on TV again in any capacity for the first time since the 90s, given the influence that suggested Geoff Johns had as the new DC President and what that could mean in terms of other characters showing up down the line, but I wasn’t inclined to think of this as anything other than a stepping stone, only notable in its own right because it meant someone would be wearing the s-shield.

Then we actually saw him.

Where the hell has this guy been all these years? Was he grown in a goddamn laboratory for the part? How did the best Superman ever end up in a minor recurring guest spot on the CW Supergirl show?

It would be so, so easy to leap to the idea that he simply works as a jack-of-all-trades: he’s almost as charming as Reeve, just about as confident as Reeves, nearly as vulnerable as Cain. But that would be selling what he’s doing short - especially given that he probably hasn’t had the opportunity to stretch as far as he could in any of those directions, as his role so far has very much been as Supergirl’s backup dancer. What it comes down to is his general demeanor and how he incorporates those aspects into a whole that feels more fully-realized than any portrayal before him. His Superman and Kent are not only distinctive to the point that within the heightened reality the show occupies you can buy that people think of them as different people, but you can see threads from both of them connecting back to the real Clark you see around Kara. He’s open and warm and authentic in a way none of his predecessors quite were, and he’s able to turn on a dime into steely determination or outright fury while remaining recognizable. He’s above everyone’s heads and vaguely alien at times without ever seeming detached or less than entirely loving of the people around him, able to admit his fears and failings while staying strong and capable of changing for the better, utterly and palpably good without ever sliding into naivete or cartoonishness. In short he has range and nuance, and thanks to that along with the air of laid-back friendliness he brings with him, he more than anyone else to put on the suit feels like a real person. And somehow, that real person feels as much as anyone ever has like Superman. And that’s a hell of an achievement. So someone give him his own goddamn show already.

anonymous asked:

100% agree on your analysis of Jimin as a Slytherin!!! I know a lot of people (including myself) are shocked Namjoon put himself in Griffindoor over Ravenclaw though. I'm dying to hear your thoughts on this!!

HELLO and thank you! I’m glad you agree! And if anyone is curious here is a link to my thoughts on why jimin is the perfect slytherin. EDIT: And here is why Jungkook is a Ravenclaw!

//cracks knuckles MY TIME HAS COME

So… Namjoon. I, like you and a ton of other people, was really confused about him being in Gryffindor. But, the more I thought about it, the more I really came to not only accept it, but believe that he is a Gryffindor through and through. And please be advised this is going to devolve in to me gawking over how great of a human being Namjoon is, so if you don’t want to read about that please close your browser and think about why you don’t agree that he’s better than everyone else. okay?

okay.

Namjoon is a Gryffindor to the core, not a Ravenclaw

First of all, Namjoon supposedly sorted everyone else, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that he may not have sorted himself. We know he’s a fan of the movies at least, and he’s fluent in English, so if he’s a fan and he has access to sorting quizzes on Pottermore and other sites, is it so hard to believe that he hasn’t at least tried a few? Seriously, even the most casual of fans have tried getting sorted. It’s not that crazy of a thought. So… What if they put him in Gryffindor over Ravenclaw?

(I mean, when asked to do a British accent the first thing that he quotes was “Shut up Malfoy!”. If that ain’t the most Gryffindor thing…)

Also, Namjoon is a really humble guy. If he DID sort himself, I feel like he’d be the type of person who would shy away from saying “I’m smart, so I should be in Ravenclaw”. He’s always been pretty modest about his intelligence. And just because he is, doesn’t mean we should be. Seriously, Namjoon can be a goof but if you’re ever in doubt about how crazy smart he is, please watch this.

He has no problems recognizing the intelligence of others though – he raves about Jungkook being good at everything he does, and even gave him the nickname “Golden Maknae”,  so is it such a wonder he put Jungkook in Ravenclaw? (It should be noted that Ravenclaws also have a reputation for being eccentric and quirky. Prime example, Luna. If that isn’t a perfect descriptor for Jungkook idk what is)

So let’s look at what the common traits of Gryffindor are, shall we?

Such character traits of students sorted into Gryffindor are courage, chivalry, and determination. They can also be short-tempered. [x]

Okay so, courage. I could go on and on about how brave Namjoon is but like… we’ll be here all day. So let me keep this short and point you in the direction of one thing in particular that he has done. THIS TWEET.

It’s Rap Monster. A song about homosexuality. I heard this song before but I didn’t know the lyrics, now I know them and I like the song twice as much. I recommend Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Same Love. http://hiphople.com/subtitle/619392

I have a lot of feelings about this tweet. And a lot of theories about WHY he tweeted that too – but no one wants to hear about those so that’s for another life post.

First – speaking out in support of homosexuality in Korea is a pretty huge deal, because homosexuality isn’t a really accepted lifestyle there. (It isn’t really accepted anywhere, truly, but you all know that.)

Here’s a pretty recent list on idols who support LGBT communities.  It’s a pretty god damn short list. I use the term ‘support’ loosely bc this article seems to equate ‘having gay friends’ as being a supportive ally. But Namjoon stands out pretty hard in this list because he doesn’t just say ‘i love my gay friends!’, he outright spoke out in support of homosexuality.

But Kiki, you say… Namjoon is hugely popular. He’s one of the biggest stars in Kpop. He could say whatever he wants now, right?

Well yeah, he can. But here’s the kicker! Look at the timestamp on that tweet. He tweeted that before they debuted

Namjoon was months away from launching his dream career, something he’d worked his entire life for. He was from a pretty small unknown company whose only claim to fame before that was that group that had two members blackmail an actor over something or another. He couldn’t afford bad press, and yet here comes Kim fucking Namjoon with his balls of steel willing to throw that all down the drain because god dammit he was going to tell the entire world about how much he supported the LGBT community and anyone who wanted to stand in his way of doing so could eat a fuckin dick. He could have kept his heckin mouth shut but he didn’t??? 

????

moving on.

Chivalry.

Chivalry is defined as:

1.the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, esp courage,honour, justice, and a readiness to help the weak

2.courteous behaviour, esp towards women

Courage, honor, justice, what I just talked about describes those things pretty perfectly.

I’d like to talk about honor for a sec though. Let’s look at a pretty famous Gryffindor – Ron. Ron was one of a shitload of children in his family. He outwardly always grumbled about not getting attention or whatever, but as a person, he was all about family. He put his family first, he didn’t gripe too hard about hand-me-downs to his parents because he knew they were trying their best, and he defends people he cares about.

There’s that famous scene (that I’m still salty they changed in the movies) where Hermione wants to answer a question and Snape gets mad at her for it. And he defends her – why ask the question if you’re not looking for an answer?

Ron always, always put his family first. So does Namjoon.

Take this gifset for example. The whole set is great and shows how much he really takes care of his members, his family, but this is what he does when he’s around them and also in front of people. Not all that surprsiing.

But please, please please please pay attention to the first gif. For people who don’t know the context, he was asked if he’d choose going solo or bangtan. He DID NOT KNOW HE WAS BEING FILMED. He could have shown his true colors and said that he preferred a solo career and all the glory, but even when given the chance to be completely open, his heart was still with Bangtan.

Another great example of Namjoon being completely selfless. Everyone here is praising themselves (and they have a right too, don’t get me wrong, you’re all great four for all of you) but when it gets to him, Namjoon says “We’ve always been pretty good.” We. Not I, not me, we. Everyone else is giving themselves some much deserved praise, but Namjoon is stuck on we are good, we’ve always been good.

Also don’t forget how important blood-related family is to him too.

And don’t you dare forget how important you, his extended family, is to him either.


Readiness to help the weak. I mean this goes without saying right?

And if you want to take courteous behaviour, esp towards women, literally, look at their glass-ceiling line in Not Today, that they said they used specifically knowing what it meant. and look who is credited for writing the lyrics! What’s that? It’s Namjoon? Wow, I did not see that one coming.

Speaking of lyrics – talk about having courage. Look at the lyrics he wrote for Reflection and Always.

They can also be short-tempered.

Okay so this doesn’t really apply to Namjoon. But I wanted to include it in there because it fittingly applies to another Gryffindor we know of… Namjoon wasn’t playing around when he sorted these guys. Bonus, here you can observe a hufflepuff and (fond) gryffindor in their natural habitat.


So let’s recap. Namjoon is pretty selfless, extremely caring of his friends and family, a feminist, an outspoken ally for those who are mistreated, and is so god damn intelligent everyone REALLY thought he belonged in Ravenclaw.

Wait a minute, I feel like I’ve heard about this person before… There was another Gryffindor like this, I’m sure of it… it’s on the tip of my tongue…

Ah right. 

I’m not saying Namjoon is our version Hermione Granger, but… that’s exactly what I’m saying.

anonymous asked:

describe how each high school year by semester went for you

9th grade: We don’t call it a play date anymore, it is hanging out, hanging by our toes like wet lipped fruit bats, like jungle gym monkey kids. Young and swollen. Blood, immature blood, pink blood, fresh meat blood pepto bismol up the wazoo, and spit under my bed. Code names aren’t for spies, they’re for 14 year old girls with googley eyes, not that we needed them. Kevin and Grace, Ellie and Joshua, Paloma and Matt which is weird because I’m hot for him, and they kinda look like siblings. Pink shorts, black tights, Jimmy Eat World, pizza bagels and lucky charms under a fresh white linen morning like detergent sealed crust between my eyelids, you tore them open. I mean, not yet. But soon. I discover neon sex scenes, Sky Ferreira, and Skins and this is where the final hopscotch box stops; at the end of the subway platform. This is where I’m supposed to jump. Monkey balls fall on our heads as we walk home, and autumn leaves crunch like drum line snare beats. All godless girls with snakes and cherry lollipops and 9 millimeters pointed at our clits, Bend it Like Beckham under your itchy wool blankets, Alice’s mom thinks I’m cool, and I stay for dinner and crack some risky jokes like a fox among wolves. (I think he looks at me when I look away). Me and Hana FaceTime I take screenshots of her dancing with her cat. The girls who play soft ball in short shorts, the girls who call them sluts, the boys who watch. We dance through rainbows in the sprinklers on the way to the Homecoming dance and pretend we don’t care we don’t have dates. We’re floating in the cytoplasm, floating on the cotton candy overdose cause our parents drop us off at the bowling alley but we are too loyal to sneak out the back. We pool our money every Friday after school for the spring break road trip we’re going on when Hana gets a car, and one of us has lost our virginity, and none of us are scared of the dark.

Miss Budd yelled at me for not standing for the pledge of allegiance, and I was 4 years old again. My English teacher held me back, and held my hand, and gave me a safety pin for my missing button, and told me it would be. Okay.

10th grade: We were on the news that year. Cristo’s curls on KTLA, solemn, and not the boy cross eyed and high with his pants around his ankles. Suddenly we’re all standing up straight, suddenly we’re being told we can’t wear leggings because somebody posted a video of Penelope having sex with Max on Facebook. Suddenly we’re underground in the girls locker room (red varsity knee socks, Dina drowning the spider nests with Victoria’s Secret rose perfume, humid with shame and lesbian suspicion) holding our arms in front of our naked breasts, single file like ants for the syphilis test. The boys who drew penises in fire and salt on the soccer field grass, like druid frat boys, but not the boys who put gorilla glue in the classroom locks, and not the boys who wrote their hit list in the red pen on the back of Mr. Chan’s syllabus and ended up in court, who called in a bomb threat, just to get the test pushed back. We all took turns getting our ghosts exorcized in the principals office. It was pompeii and pandemonium, and nobody was safe, not even us girls sleeping wrapped in the dust of library encyclopedias. You moved away from me like I was illiciting the restless black dreams on your grandmas shitty air mattress. The sheets are clean enough, but this attic is haunted, you keep waking up in the middle of the night to your body sinking like a pirate ship caught by the Kraken, the floor gnawing at your bones again so you just. Got up. And slept somewhere else. My English teacher held me back, and told me I was a good writer but don’t be so angry, and I cried right there, and she gave me a kleenex from her Shakespeare tissue holder and I blew this stupid pain head first out of my nose. I never told you about that. Maybe if I had you would’ve felt bad for me and stayed a little longer. But you hung out with those buckwild kids under the spot by the willow tree, and it was easy. it was just snuffing out an annoyance. A mosquito licking the ruby of your earrings that you shooed away. Our birthstones were both rubies, you know, we were twin cancers with balmy skin and busted appendixes, the aliens took you once and the only explanation was a scar on your spine, and I reckon I should’ve known they’d come back for you.

(You are gonna tell your kids about these cherry cola years of golden suburbia, and midnight blue debauchery snapping teenage knees, and furrow your brow forgetting the name of the girl you spent the first two calling your best friend.) You cheered at football games. You got drunk with them at night, and you were bursting and missing teeth like a watermelon smile, you rubbed up against each other like cats they touched you in all the right places and you didn’t text me anymore. You went to sleepovers and posted photos on Instagram, I wasn’t invited, I thought this bullshit was supposed to stop happening in elementary school. All the things we thought would never happen, lockdown drills, fire drills, earthquake drills and we still weren’t prepared. It was. Pandemonium. It was. Chemical fires in Mr. Dow’s science class. And me and my plans were just. so fucking boring standing next to your cherry blossom hurricane. You didn’t wait for me after class anymore and I just. Looked so stupid trying to catch up. Blood, mature blood, cows blood in the manure for the roses to eat. Black blood, like storm sky, I dish out this milkshake I pick the scab and I lick the blood away. Thomas comes out and dubs himself the gay cliche, we walk home together on the yellow brick road, and we pray a tornado will land the school library on our corpses so we can die with those sparkly shoes on. Those ruby shoes on. The Fates gagged me with a pack of jolly ranchers. I got straight A’s while Rome was falling. Nobody has ever made me feel so small.

11th grade: New school. The kids talk different here. Depression in California is like getting a cold in mid-July. So ironic it’s almost insulting. I’m pretty sure it was raining all year, but don’t count on it, I lived sub-terrestrialy with my mothers tulip bulbs. Today’s Wednesday? I thought it was Friday? I thought yesterday was Sunday? Depression in California is like running after a rabbit in the woods. It doesn’t matter how sunny it is, you will suddenly look up and it’s night, and the trees are not your friends, even when they are as skinny and shaky as you. You will get stuck in the swamp, leave your shoes behind, and not even remember why you were out here in the first place.

Headache. Stomach ache. Lots of those, those are easy to fake. Menstrual cramps, vomiting, gut wrenching, kinda vomiting. A personal favorite. I got to get my hands dirty for that one, I got to reach for the gag reflex like a remote control and press fast forward and feel my arc capsizing, until the static buzzed and I was pale like southern gothic tragedy, I’m not bulimic I just don’t wanna go to school. Depression in California is like an abandoned zoo. Everything echoing animal shrieks. They set them free but the cages were empty long before that. I make some friends, nice ones who laugh at my jokes, and I feel like I should get a sticker for it, but I do more nervous shaking than laughing.

Depression in California is like a badly maintenanced carnival. We’ve gone around the ferris wheel 8 times now and nobody seems to notice. The cotton candy polluting my blood, running slow and globby while the kids below spin, the kids drop, the kids could die, but they just giggle hand in hand with smiling clowns who pump them full of teeth rotting sweets, the winking lights are blurry this far away, and it feels like eons before we’ll get back to the bottom. I’m out of tokens. I think I’m just gonna jump.  

12th grade: Trump won. I think I might like girls. My dad jokes about his own death so I know what it means to be angry now, like femurs forged from the goddamn ring of Isildur. Is this what’s normal now? Fucking boys who are oil slick and easy living, and lose my socks in their dorm rooms? Meet them for diner food and xans on the weekend, and everything just temporary? Is that just what everybody wants now? My brother got a green card marriage, but I guess he loves her for real now. We watch the Walking Dead until the streetlights glaze over our eyes, he asks me if I have a boyfriend, no. If I’ve had any since I last saw him, no. If no is my favorite word, yes. Thing is I’ve never been anyone’s girl cause I’ve got a volcano where I should have a stomach. I know what it is to live on the red planet. But I ignore all that and go to concerts that bleed beer and swoon for boys who drink the blood. I guess we’re used to falling off of things so we do it on purpose now. It’s not over but I know how it’s gonna end. Cracked skull, and police lights. And to the break of dawn on Brandon’s roof, boxers stained with mayonnaise, and Deadpool is probably his favorite movie or some dumb white boy shit like that. I’m not gonna cry when I leave for college, I’m gonna cry at the car rental watching the sun bleed out on the trees. I’m gonna cry in the knothole of an oak tree, hiding from the freshman mixer party in the woods I knew I shouldn’t have come to once the social anxiety starts clawing up soaked in the gallon of strawberry Crush I downed to calm myself down. You know, in some other parallel universe, my parents never divorced and we dispute where the sugar pantry should be at inopportune times, and I don’t straight jacket myself with the echoplex sound of my mother screaming over my dead body just to not inhale the chlorox under the sink. I was so bloody, I just wanted to be clean.

I thought it was like the 80’s, the rusty exhaust pipe of Matt’s car turning the snow black while he’s wasting time daydreaming of my piston pumping sloppy hips, and rumored things that happen in the backseat, and kicking cans in no particular direction, and first love sticky and first love stabbed into your kidney and you never really recover. I thought it was sixteen candles, and say anything, but it’s getting bloodshot squirrelly smoking hash in the disabled bathroom stall. It’s a personality disorder grown up from the ground like a mushroom that is poison to the touch, and thrown away birthday presents, and valentines day balloons stuck in the trees. It’s dropping the last slice of college acceptance celebration cake on the floor for your dogs breakfast, and cartoon rain puddles for eyes talking about how scary it is to drive on the freeway. Karina and Maddie rough housing like pit bulls in fifth period cause we don’t do shit in that class and pretending that we are not all gonna be strangers in 6 weeks before we. Before we. Please don’t make me say it out loud.

My English teacher held me back, and told me to make up the quiz I missed, and that was the only time I will ever be happy that some strangers just stay that way. And Daddy, I will miss you when you leave me, and Daddy I will meet you in the next life you just gotta wait for me ok?

I am not the kind of girl people have crushes on. I am the kind of girl who can survive 18 stealing food from parties, couch surfing, living like a lightning bolt. There one minute, and gone the next.

You, Me, Him, and the Universe

Description: The universe won’t be any kinder to our children than it was to us if we aren’t kinder than our own fathers were.

Or… the reader and Spencer Reid have a child together. Spencer is desperate not to make the same mistakes that his father made.

Word Count: 1948 words (this got so long, sorry)

A/N: Haha ok so I wrote and deleted and rewrote the whole thing several times. At this point it goes in an entirely different direction from my original idea. Also. This is a Reid x Reader kid fic, but the reader isn’t actually the main focus of the story. It’s mostly Reid and, later, your kid. You make like, a guest appearance basically. Furthermore, I have no idea why nebulizers became so central in this fic. I don’t even know if they had the same kind in the 80s. If you don’t know what a nebulizer is, give it a quick google. Finally, part 1 of this is kind of stream of consciousness-esque and a little vague. I styled it this way because part 1 describes one of Reid’s early memories. Some readers might find it a tad annoying, and I apologize in advance if that is true for you. All of that said, it would be really great if you could give this story a try anyway. I’m actually pretty proud of it.

1986

“I can’t breathe, mommy!” Spencer’s four-year-old body shook with sobs, making it even more difficult for him to inhale oxygen in the midst of an asthma attack.

Normally, his mother would have brought out the nebulizer, helped him get the mask over his face, and gently rubbed his back and read to him as the medicine slowly opened his airways. But she was having one of her “bad days” and was convinced that the medicine had been tampered with and would hurt her son. So the nebulizer had been placed in a cupboard far out of Spencer’s reach, and he was left to cry and wheeze and beg his mother for his medication.

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anonymous asked:

Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e

Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~

  • Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster. 
  • While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die. 
  • After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level. 
  • Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
  • There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass. 
  • Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door. 

anonymous asked:

Hello there! I was wondering, since I'm at an Art college for Film and wondering how everyone would react to you/MC react to them being an art school student

Sorry, we were a little confused with how you worded this request, but we hope this is what you wanted. :)


Zen:

  • When he found out, he was so impressed
  • He wanted to go to acting school at one point but couldn’t bring himself to it, so he admired your dedication
  • He thought you were pretty smart
  • He didn’t know what you studied at first, so when you told him you were in film and actually really bad at drawing, he started with the pick up lines
  • “You may not be an artist, but you sure are a work of art.”
  • He’s featured in a lot of your film projects
  • You teach him some technical things about film, since he wants to advance eventually
  • When you both move up in your careers–and relationship–you both make a dynamic duo
  • You handle a lot of the filming when he’s acting
  • It’s your dream to write and film a movie together one day

Yoosung:

  • He always noticed you were often insecure about holding his hand
  • You came out and told him it’s because you have paint smudges under your nails and it looks horrible
  • It’s at this point he finds out you study painting at art school
  • He’s so excited to see your work and gets all wide eyed when he can observe it
  • But he gets super shy if you ask him to model for you
  • For a birthday gift, you once painted him fan art of his favorite LOLOL character
  • There was one project where your professor said to paint where you hoped to be in five years
  • Yoosung thought you would be painting flying cars and aliens and things
  • But instead, you painted him and you holding hands
  • It was a confession, really, and you were really scared to show him
  • He choked up when he saw it, because he really liked you and was scared to tell you
  • You framed that picture once the project was graded

Jaehee:

  • Jumin was talking about needing a Graphic Designer for some cat project
  • You were still in art school, but you offered your services and he accepted
  • You were glad you could help Jaehee since you knew she was swamped
  • You two worked a lot together on the main themes and designs
  • As she watched you work and continue assignments in school, she truly admired your passion
  • She loved watching you work
  • Creativity just seemed to flow from you, and she was glad when you two were able to bounce ideas off of each other
  • It made her feel more connected to you
  • You bonded and encouraged her to follow her own dreams, no matter how risky
  • She did take your advice and quit the job as an assistant to run her own cafe
  • Once you were done school, she offered you a position for running all designs and promotions
  • You, of course accepted, because you two just seemed to flow better together

Jumin:

  • He gave you a ride one time, but your sketchbook fell out of your bag
  • He found the book, but didn’t know whose it was
  • When he looked inside for a name, he found yours at the bottom of several well-drawn pictures of random people and buildings
  • He returns it to you personally and finds even more beautiful drawings at your house
  • You’re a little shy and explain a lot of them are just projects for art school
  • He asks for the dates for all your exhibitions and art shows
  • He makes a point to attend despite his busy schedule
  • He would drop not so subtle hints that you should draw Elizabeth the 3rd
  • You ask if you could draw him one time
  • He flat out refuses, but then places Elizabeth on the counter with a smile
  • “Jumin…please stop.” 


Seven:

  • During background check, he found your photography portfolio for art school online
  • But he didn’t think much of it for awhile
  • Sometimes he got a little jealous because you’d spend a lot of time looking at V’s pictures for inspiration
  • He would mope over to you and say that he was always available as a model
  • That’s when you take out your camera and show him candid pictures you took of him and the other RFA members
  • He’s so touched and he wants to print them all
  • He helps you in art school however he can, whether it’s adding features to your editing software or learning how to edit photos himself to help you
  • Also made your website look amazing
  • He would dress in costumes if you ever needed themed photo shoots for a project
  • Those were the most fun, even if he did get out of hand one time…like dressing in a pirate’s costume for an ocean shoot

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where harry is your husband and is oblivious to the fact that your "friends" Mistreat you and you just don't say anything because they're the only friends you have left And harry finds out one day and it's a lot of loving from him Pleaaaaase I'm dying to read something like this

I’m so sorry this took forever and I think it might be a piece of shit? I hope you like it though!

….

“True Friend”

….

You were sitting on the corner of the couch, surrounded by your friends who were supposed to be over for a movie night. After moving in with Harry and starting a new job, it had been pretty difficult to get to know new people. He had encouraged you to start hanging out with some girls from work so you weren’t so lonely when he was gone for the day, so you’d invited them out for dinner one night and things had progressed from there. But not necessarily in a good way.


You had always been paranoid that people didn’t like you. The slightest glare or sarcastic comment had you worrying that there was just something about you people had a problem with. However, this was different; these girls pretended they wanted to hang out when all they really cared about was belittling you. You weren’t sure if you really hadn’t caught on until recently, or if you were just in denial the whole time.


“Let’s just save the movie for another night and head to the bar!” One of them suggested, and the others cheered in agreement. Your heart sank, because you’d put a lot of planning into that movie night and hoped it would help change their minds and show them that you were just as ‘cool’ as they were.


You tried to protest, but it seemed that once the idea of getting drunk off their asses was in their minds, they weren’t going to be able to let it go.


“I mean, we can just go without you. It’s not like you’ll be much fun, since you’re in a ‘committed’ relationship and everything. I mean, you usually don’t get much attention from guys anyway.”


The way they all giggled after the last comment made you wonder what else had been said about you behind your back. As much as you didn’t want to let it affect you, their words stung. You were in an even worse mood now than you had been before, and you definitely didn’t want to spend any more time around them, so you halfheartedly told them to head out without you. They were out the door within minutes, leaving you alone to pick up the empty soda cans and rethink your idea of ordering pizza for dinner.


It wasn’t long before Harry came home, and he tentatively walked down the hallway expecting to see a big group of girls giggling on the couch. Instead, he found you curled up in a blanket alone while he tossed his keys onto the kitchen table.


“Where is everyone?”


You put on the most realistic smile you could manage, and turned around to meet his confused gaze.


“They decided to head to a bar.”


“You didn’t want to go?”


You shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let on that anything was wrong.


“I’m just tired, that’s all. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking tonight.” You lied. You weren’t in the mood for drinking, that was true, but only because you got the feeling they didn’t want you to go anyway. Your time at the bar most likely would’ve been filled with their nasty comments, and you probably would’ve been forced to stand alone while they danced with anyone they could get their hands on.


Harry sat down next to you and cautiously placed his hand on your leg, studying the look on your face. He could tell you weren’t happy, but he didn’t really consider the fact that your 'friends’ were the reason you had seemed a little off lately. He’d believed you when you insisted that you were just stressed and overwhelmed after the move.


“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asked.


You nodded convincingly and looked into his caring eyes. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist breaking down if you stayed close to him much longer, so you quickly stood up off the couch before tears could well up and made your way to the kitchen before you spoke again.


“I was planning to get pizza for everyone, do you want me to order some for just us?”


He gave his approval and you were quick to dial the phone number before Harry could ask you what was wrong again. By the time you were off the phone, though, he was standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.


“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” He prodded. He had a serious expression on his face, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely concerned.


“Baby, I’m fine. Just bummed I didn’t get to watch that movie.” You joked, managing a small laugh as you turned back to him and smiled.


You knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he could tell that you didn’t want him to press it any further. If something was really wrong, he was confident that you’d tell him whenever you were ready.


“We can still watch the movie.” He suggested quietly, not waiting for an answer before he went to spread some blankets and comfier pillows over the couch.


You managed to watch the entire movie without being distracted by the situation from earlier, but the ringtone of your phone made the bitter feeling come back again. You answered the phone as cheerfully as you could, not totally surprised when you recognized the slurred voices of the girls you were trying to forget about.


You managed to decipher their speech enough to know that they needed a ride home, and of course they hadn’t hesitated to call you and use you as their chauffer.


“I’ve gotta go pick them up, they’re wasted.” You sighed, pushing your blanket aside as you unhappily unraveled yourself from Harry’s arms.


“Do you want me to go with you?”


You quickly shook your head as you slipped on your jacket and shoes, assuring him you’d be fine and it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Truthfully, you were just afraid of what they’d say to you now that the last little sliver of good judgement had been taken away by alcohol, and you didn’t want Harry to know that the only friends you made since moving here weren’t friends at all. It was almost like you failed.


The drive to the bar wasn’t long, and as soon as it came into view you could see the familiar figures standing outside. They clumsily piled into your car, giggling while they all tried to speak at once.


“What are you wearing?” One of them asked from the back seat, and you sighed when you realized you hadn’t changed out of Harry’s shirt and sweatpants before you left. You certainly wouldn’t hear the end of it, but you hoped none of them would remember by the next morning.


“Hey, that’s Harry’s shirt! I’m surprised it fits you! He’s so thin and you’re… not.”
They all erupted in laughter and you tried to take a few deep breaths as you drove off. The entire car ride was filled with their snide comments and them constantly trying to talk over eachother’s slurs.


It seemed like it took hours to drop them all off, but you were on your way home in record time when you finally let some tears fall. You couldn’t believe these were the only people you could call friends. There was nobody else you’d met that seemed remotely interested in talking to you, and you were terrified you’d have to spend the rest of your life with no one else but those girls to spend time with.


You drove around the block a few times while you tried to calm down, but it finally become clear that you had no choice but to tell Harry. It would be much too painful to keep this inside forever, and knowing Harry, he’d probably know exactly what to do.


You unlocked the door, wiping a few tears from your cheeks but deciding you wouldn’t bother trying to hide the fact that you were upset. As you stepped inside, Harry rounded the corner.


“I made some ice cream sundaes if you want to- hey…” He immediately frowned when he saw your tear stained cheeks and sad eyes.


You sniffled as he walked over to you and tilted his head a bit while he waited for you to say something. What he didn’t expect was for you to fling yourself into him, but he was quick to wrap his strong arms around you and hold on tight.
Once your cries and sniffles had quieted down a little, he kept you tightly pressed to him while he looked down at you and spoke.


“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, afraid to set you off into another round of crying if you tried to explain. By now, he was pretty sure he knew the source of your sadness lately but he didn’t want to push you any farther than you were ready for at the moment. You backed up to look up at him but quickly avoided his gaze.


“I think I need to talk to you about something.”


You could see him tense a little, because you knew it always scared him whenever you acted serious about things like this. You were generally a pretty laid back person, so if there was something you really needed to speak to him about, it usually meant it was a pretty big deal.


He slung his arm around you as he led you to the couch and invited you to sit on his lap. You cuddled into Harry’s chest and his arms held you close to his body, while he rested his cheek on top of your head.


“This is about the girls, isn’t it?” He finally prodded. All he got in response was a teary eyed look from you, and he knew he was right when the wetness threatened to spill down your cheeks again. He stared at you sadly, wiping a few tears that fell before you were ready to speak.


“They’re not my real friends, Harry.” You sniffled, leaning back against him as you watched for a reaction. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.


“You could’ve told me.”


You frowned as you turned to look at him again and saw his eyes filled with complete concern and sadness.


“I know, but I just.. I have no friends, Harry!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck while the emotions seemed to hit you all over again.


If his heart wasn’t broken already, it definitely was now. Obviously he’d meant no harm when he encouraged you to make friends, and he never wanted you to feel down about yourself if things didn’t work out as expected.


“Baby, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry over them.”


He held you tight until you had calmed down again. He didn’t want to ask what was said during the car ride, and he didn’t want to know what else they’d put in your head over the past month. So you both sat in silence for a while until you finally looked up at him.


“I don’t want you hanging around them anymore, okay?”


You normally would’ve argued, but you knew you’d be much happier if you never had to see them outside of work again. Now that the barrier had been broken and Harry knew the truth about them, there was no sense in keeping up the charade that you actually enjoyed their company.


Your comment from a few minutes earlier hadn’t been forgotten; he kept hearing you say “I have no friends” over and over again in his head and it was making his heart hurt.


“And I don’t ever want to hear you say you have no friends, okay?” His voice had the sweetest, most gentle tone possible and when you opened your mouth to speak, he knew exactly what you were going to say. So when it slipped out that you really didn’t have any friends, he had the perfect response.


“You’ve got me.” He argued, pressing his lips to the top of your head.


“I know it’s not the same, but I love all the girly gossip and random stories you tell. And you know I’m always here for advice when you need it and I won’t mind those awful movies you girls watch, because I’ll always enjoy watching them with you. I know I’m your boyfriend and that’s not quite the same as being your friend, but I’m always going to be here for you, angel.”


The end of his rambling had you smiling up at him.


“You’ve always been my best friend, Harry. My true friend.”

iamonlyatiger  asked:

I wanna hear about the confession! It sounds like a cute story!!

ALRIGHT THEN HERE I GO FROM THE VERY BEGINNING BUT IT’LL BE LONG SO I APOLOGIZE FOR THAT

Let‘s go back in time, about 3 years ago, where I joined a new group of friends
I don’t wanna name anyone and since I like distributing an animal to my close friends, let’s call them this

Pinguin <- pretty pale, used to look like he’s never gotten any warmth on his skin ever, the soon to be significant otter (at that time)
Frog <- always jumping around, annoying but tolerable, Pinguin’s best friend
Hamster <- my friend, cinnamon roll but can actually kill you, independent and badass as heck
Panda <- actually a unsocial turd who spent most time eating and doing weird but lovable shit, the victim, me

there were actually two more dudes in the group (Koala & Fisch), but they don’t really contributed much to this weird love story HAHA

Anyway, like I said, I joined this group with Hamster when we changed schools together.
I’ve pretty much only talked to Koala in the beginning, bc we used to go to the same elementary school, and I felt like the other douches weren’t much amused by the “newbies”. With time, Frog started to warm up to me and we were soon good friends. But Fish and Pinguin were always pretty quiet and barely said a thing to me. (Fish was kind of worse he only nodded, but never answered when I asked sth lol).
So a year passed with me hardly knowing anything about Pinguin.
In the next year, we got some classes where we were sitting pretty close together and we gradually came on better terms. But it was all just friendly chit chat and nothing more, except some group projects n’ other school stuff we worked together for.
But there were already rumors amongst the others, saying that we were “so into eachother” n’ shit and I was like YEAH RIGHT I WOULDN’T DATE THAT IMMATURE MIDGET and Pinguin would be like shUT UP (btw he was about 6″ at that time and I was like 5,3″ LMAO)
Even though I was only a year older than him, I definitely felt more mature (although I kept doing shit, like doodling piles and piles of poop with arms and legs everywhere while calling them Mr/Mrs Plop- do not judge me ok)

I honestly don’t know what the FRICK happened then (maybe puberty hit late), but there was a year where we HATED each other and I literally wanted to stab him every day I saw him bc he’s been so pissy and rude towards me. ANd I’m sure he wished nothing more than to throw me off the building sometimes.
And of course, since I am the older one, I made the wise decision to annoy him even more. (looking back at it i still think that I was a dumb thing to do but it was hella funny ok)

Even the others where like YOOOOOO WTF CHILL U 2 and we both just continued fighting day after day lol

After this pretty everyone stopped making comments about our “love”, even after we both calmed down again and acted as if it never even happened HAHA

AND SUDDENLY PINGUIN STARTED TO BEHAVE REALLY DIFFERENT TOWARDS ME. He kept asking me to meet up with him and was rlly persistent about it. The abrupt change was kind of awkward af for me bc all we talked about before, was star wars, school and more star wars. XD So I always kind of avoided it and dodged his questions. I kind of assumed that he wanted me to be like his best friend so I was really confused and insecure lmao.
That went on for quite a time, and I started to grumble about it almost every day.
In April I got the possibility to enter an 1 week exchange programm to france, bc someone else bailed out and I joined. But guess who was also already taking part?
Frog and friggin’ Pinguin.
So of course i started to worry, that it could get awkward between us but in the end went the drive pretty well since another friend asked me to sit by her (faaaar away from Frog and Pinguin lol).
On the 3rd or 4th day my mind was almost bursting so I couldn’t hold back and asked for the favor, if Frog couldn’t ask Pinguin if he actually had something for me when they are alone, bc i was way too scared to do it.
Little did i know that Frog actually CANNOT KEEP A SINGLE SECRET TO HIMSELF. So he RAN to PINGUIN and YELLED REALLY LOUD the question if he has a crush on Panda aka me.

He got startled, looked at me, then back at Frog and said No.

I got really angry, embarrassed, ashamed and sad at the same time.
Maybe because Frog did that, or maybe because of sth else..
We stopped talking much after that, and he started always being with another girl from the other school.
As if that wasn’t the worst, on our drive home, I had to sit next to him bc everyone started switching seats. so ofc I was like -_____________-
I swore to myself not to sleep but after 3h or so I started to nod off. I kind of woke up and found myself leaning my head against Pinguin’s shoulder and his head on top. I was like !!!!! and wanted to get up quick but he put a jacket over us both and he TOOK MY HAND UNDER THE JACKET.
Now I was like ?????????? bOI. So I couldn’t bring myself to say anything nor get away from him. I had to admit, even if I didn’t want to, that I liked his warmth. So we stayed the whole 10h drive like that, basically cuddling.
(I got kind of embarrassed writing this part omg)

After this trip we never mentioned it again and went back to our old antics.
But I have never stopped thinking about it, no it just made me think even more and harder.

Winter, in the following year, Hamster started to get more aggressive, pushing me to ask me about all this stuff that happened. (she knew ofc lol)
I always rejected this bc HOW WAS I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO IT.
In the end I gave in when she said, she would beat my whiny ass, and finally chose a day where we could meet up and “TALK”.
It was on a November day, and we met up at a bus stop, where he picked me up. (He was at his dad’s place and I was unfamiliar with the village)
He was being very cute, showing me his room, where he spent most of his childhood, and pictures of him. I couldn’t concentrate though. Ofc he asked me then what exactly I wanted to talk about.

I was SO ANXIOUS, I BARELY got any words out until I forced myself to ask, while throwing his pillows around x’D: SO UM- PLEASE ANSWER TRUTHFULLY. DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT HAVE A THING FOR ME?! (yes I legit asked like this lmfao).

He looked at me like this (☉_☉)

And I was like ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

then he answered WELL- and started talking about how he used to be in love with me but it has gotten “less” with the time.
I got kind of disappointed when he said that.
But we discussed about other things openly by then, and cleared everything up.I still asked him if he intended to enter a relationship with me. And he thought a bit and said: Maybe. But now’s not the time.
Sooo no one actually really confessed but I think we both knew that this was the first stone set for our future together. We talked longer than I expected and he also said a lot of cute shit which made me hella shy and blablabla, I was a emotioal mess (*/ω\*)

We started having dates for a while, and after we finished watching a movie at my place, it went:

“Can I ask you sth?”

“Ya sure, what’s up.”
 
“Err if I kissed you now…would you kiss me back?”
(HE LEGIT ASKED LIKE THIS)

Inside I was like ASDGGJLSIJIUDHIUHWUHIFIUFH)O but outside I was, again, like: ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) umm-

SO HE DID IT AND WE TOTALLY MADE OUT I STILL CANNOT BELIEVE THIS OMFG

/realizes how much I already wrote

oh gosh and w-well we kind of continued doing this for a month after he asked me out officially in december.
Also, he admitted that he was lying about loving me “less” at that time, bc he was anxious. He even said that he has been in love with me for more than 2 YEARS and I went W H A T but anyway, that’s how the Panda ended up with the annoying Pinguin.

And they all lived happily even after.

THE END



(also I realized soon after that he is not immature at all and has his life more together than I do btw /cries).

9

A Tale of Long Suffering by one Leonard H. McCoy

During the Five Year Mission Bones had to put up with a lot of shit. But I’m pretty sure the mutual pining that permeated the air whenever his captain and his favourite frenemy were even in the same quadrant of the galaxy is among his personal top three.

Witnessing Jim’s desperation when Spock is in danger is something that happens actually quite frequently, all things considered. And it probably cost Bones a few years of his life whenever the Vulcan considered himself expandable and put himself in harm’s way. But it was to be expected. Jim always liked Spock, however one wishes to interpret this, the “affection” was definitely there. 

BUT to witness Spock going bat-shit crazy when Jim is in peril is something else altogether. Bones probably enjoyed it the first time it happened, just to see Spock showing an emotion at all. And this, too, happened more than once over the course of the mission.

So yeah, Bones was DEFINITELY in the known on this one! While his best friends were still pining for each other from afar. HE KNEW. And he had to listen to them for the the entirety of the mission. (And the second mission, too, if we count TAS here.) 

But there is one thing that always puzzles me. It’s the well known scene from “Requiem for Methuselah”. 

MCCOY: Well, I guess that’s all. I can tell Jim later or you can. Considering his opponent’s longevity, truly an eternal triangle. You wouldn’t understand that, would you, Spock? You see, I feel sorrier for you than I do for him because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries, the broken rules, the desperate chances, the glorious failures, the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know simply because the word love isn’t written into your book. Goodnight, Spock.
SPOCK: Goodnight, Doctor.
MCCOY: I do wish he could forget her.
(McCoy leaves. Spock goes over to Kirk and initiates a mind meld)
SPOCK: Forget.

Sometimes I am almost convinced that Bones was trying to needle Spock into admitting something, ANYTHING at this point. Maybe because the mission was almost ending and no one knew where they would be stationed next. Or maybe because Jim’s loneliness drove him slowly but surely mad. I don’t know. I have no explanation for this scene other than calling it “the one scene where McCoy’s observation skills failed him”. 

I also keep thinking about the permanent raincloud over his head during the Motion Picture Movie. He seems really pissed at the beginning. And I don’t think it’s because Jim “drafted” him just as he sat down with a mint julep on his porch in Georgia or beamed him right out of his work on Fabrini medicine. 

I think it’s at least partly because he had a front row seat for the big “whatever-happened-between-Jim-and-Spock” at the end of the five year mission. He had to watch everything fall apart. No matter what he tried, the crew still drifted apart without their center. And he didn’t forgive Spock for running away to Vulcan. And he certainly didn’t forgive Jim for just accepting the promotion and letting Spock go.

One of the BEST PARTS of the TMP Novel may just be the bit where we, the audience, witness the confrontation scene (the one before the Sickbay SceneTM) between Kirk and Spock from Bones’ point of view. He watches Jim despair over Spock’s apparent lack of emotion. And his not-so-lowkey frustration about this entire situation shows it’s ugly head in the most entertaining way possible: biting sarcasm. (It’s peppered throughout the book, and a few scenes are shown in the movie as well.)

And the neat little tidbits of information we get by courtesy of Bones’ medical knowledge are fucking priceless! Because even IF Roddenberry didn’t tell us how madly in love those two idiots were, you can bet your last cookie that Leonard McCoy had to suffer through it all and he will shout it from the rooftops.

anonymous asked:

Pretty please write another part for The Most Awkward Semester Ever because oh my goodness i love it sooo much!!

Here you go!

Part I Part II


The Most Awkward Semester Ever III

Logan sighed, lying down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His plan had somewhat worked. He had gotten Virgil to relax around him. He just hadn’t been able to keep him relaxed.

But the fact that Virgil would still flinch from his touch was… distressing. Logan had never thought of himself as someone who could inspire such fear, and learning that he could was disquieting.

If only he could pin down the reason for Virgil’s reactions. He had been working off the assumption that it was his reputation in academics that had intimidated Virgil, but the more time he spend with the other, the less he was sure of that.

While it had taken some time to coax out from behind the stammering, Virgil had a quick wit and an intelligent mind. He had especially proven that today, Logan had found his point on the poem’s comparison of immortality and death, with death being upheld as superior, to be most fascinating.

Of course, with Virgil having proven his ability to keep up with Logan academically, the question remained. Why was he so afraid?

Logan sighed again. Sometimes he wished he was better at understanding other people and their emotions. But unfortunately, people were more complicated than equations. If only he had Patton’s ability to read people.

Logan sat up. That was it, Patton! If there was anyone who could figure out what was going on and make Virgil relax, it would be Patton. He could arrange some outing, social in nature, nothing academic in case that was the reason. Then Patton could help fix things.

Logan pushed himself of the bed, walking to his desk to grab his phone. He quickly pulled up Patton’s contact, drumming his fingers on the desk as he listened to it ring.

“Hello?”

“Patton,” Logan cut in. “I need you to accompany Virgil and me on a social outing.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Patton replied.

Logan explained further. “You are much more talented than I at reading people and putting them at ease. Therefore I have decided to enlist your help with Virgil. I though a social outing would ease any academic pressure he would be feeling, and with you there, he might stay relaxed this time.”

“I take it today didn’t go well then,” Patton said, sounding sympathetic,

Logan frowned. “Well, it was going well. But then I overstepped my boundaries and made Virgil uncomfortable again when I invaded his personal space. Afterwards, I sought to regain the progress I had made, but I fear I wasn’t quite successful.”

There was a pause before Patton spoke up again.

“You know, Logan,” he said, “I’m really proud of you for trying so hard with this, but you do know it’s alright if you can’t make Virgil feel comfortable around you, right?”

Logan stood up straighter, feeling indignant.

“I’m not going to give up,” he snapped. “For starters, having my English partner afraid of me is hardly conducive to good work. And secondly, I have come to enjoy his company. He’s remarkably intelligent, a good conversationalist, and as I learned today, makes an excellent partner for solving puzzles. I think we could be good friends, if he wasn’t so frightened all the time. I just, I don’t like having him scared of me.”

By the end of his rant, Logan’s voice had become softer and more despairing. He often struggled to make friends, there was a reason he rarely spent time with anyone aside from Patton. But he enjoyed his time with Virgil. So to have the other flinch from him was disheartening.

Patton sighed. “Alright, I can see you’re quite determined on this. And it is always nice to make new friends. So what were you thinking?”

“The movies,” Logan replied. “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo and the Two Strings before it leaves theaters, and with the movie being the main focus of the outing, I’m hoping Virgil will feel less pressured and therefore less nervous. I also plan to tell him to feel free to invite any of his friends so that he won’t feel outnumbered.”

“You want to take him to the moves?” Patton’s voice had a strange tone to it.

“Yes,” Logan said, “I was thinking next weekend. Are you free then?”

“Yeah, I’m free,” Patton said. He now sounded amused for some reason.

“Excellent” Logan replied, now feeling much more cheered by his plans. “I’ll text Virgil to determine a more precise time, then tell you the details. I appreciate your help.”

“Anytime,” Patton said. “Talk to you later.“

Logan hung up. With Patton’s help, things were sure to go well. Switching over to messages, he sent off a quick text. Hopefully, he’d get a reply soon.

Virgil was sitting in Roman’s car, his head buried in his knees.

Roman glanced over at him.

“Feeling any better, Hot Topic,” he asked, his voice warring between amused and concern.

“Mrrrrrrg,” Virgil groaned out.

“Right, that’s a no.” Roman sighed. “What even happened that has you this worked up?”

“I’m an idiot,” Virgil mumbled into his knees.

“Alright, not going to disagree with you there, but you have to give some more detail than that.”

Virgil lifted his head up to glare at Roman.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically, before looking back down at his knees. His fingers traced patterns on his jeans as he tried to bring his thoughts into some form of order.

“Logan touched me and I freaked out,” he finally said dully. “He was getting a watermelon seed off my cheek, and I panicked. He must think I’m a total weirdo.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Roman replied, but he didn’t sound all that confident in his words. Before Virgil could reply though, his phone buzzed.

Pulling it out, he saw it was a text from Logan. Groaning, he tossed his phone onto the seat. That was it, he knew it. Logan hated him.

“Is that him?” Roman asked. “Well, aren’t you going to look at it?”

“I’d much rather wallow in my misery,” Virgil grumbled. But after a brief pause, his curiosity got the best of him, and he unlocked the phone.

The message read: Virgil, I was hoping you would be willing to join me next weekend on an outing to the movies. My friend Patton and I will be seeing Kubo and the Two Strings, and I would like it if you could join us. You are welcome to invite any of your friends as well. If next weekend is an inconvenient time, please let me know and we can reschedule.

Virgil stared at his phone.

“Well, what did he say?” Roman said impatiently, breaking Virgil’s reverie.

“Um, he invited me to go the movies with him and one of his friends next Saturday. Oh, and you can come too,” Virgil finally managed to choke out.

“That’s fantastic!” Roman cheered. “See, he doesn’t think you’re an idiot.”

“Or maybe he’s just taking pity on me,” Virgil shot back. “Plus what if this friend he’s talking about is actually his boyfriend. God, if he’s had a boyfriend all this time, I can never show my face in school again.”

“Calm down, Doctor Gloom.” Roman said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Plus from what you’ve told me, the guy tends to be pretty blunt. If it was his boyfriend, he’d probably say so. Now, what’s going to happen is you’re going to text back yes, and we’ll have a great time. What movie is it anyway?”

“Kubo and the Two Strings” Virgil replied distractedly, staring at his phone. He bit his lip.

“You really think I should go?” he asked quietly, feeling his stomach churn.

Roman pulled over. Once the car was parked, he turned towards Virgil.

“Look,” he said gently. “You like this guy, and maybe this is a sign that he might just end up liking you back someday. But if you don’t go, you’ll never know. I know you don’t like taking risks, but sometimes you need to, so life doesn’t pass you by. This is one of those times, and as your friend, I’m not going to let you miss out on this.”

Virgil took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Roman… had a point.

“Fine,” he said. “But if this goes wrong, I will hold it against you forever.”

Roman just smirked at him. “Yes, but if it goes right, you’ll owe me forever.”

Virgil made a face at him, before turning back to his phone. Here went nothing.

Back at his house, Logan’s head shot up as his phone pinged. He pulled it towards him.

I’m free on Saturday.

lostinafictionaluniverse  asked:

I have this mighty need to see my headcanon realized of Juggie in a Serpent jacket riding a bike with Betty in hot pants behind him and I need Betty to be doing naughty things to him while he's trying hard not to crash into something or stop and take her right there - please, please, please with cherries on top, just thinking about it is making me combust, I'm sure your writing will destroy me (in a good way)

First of all this is not a safe way to ride a motorcycle, kids. They were wearing helmets in the first draft of this but this is fiction and there’s nothing sexy about a helmet, especially one that obstructs mouths. So yeah, willing suspension of disbelief and all that. Oh, also the move that Betty pulls here is inspired by a scene in Grease 2 which, while a terrible movie, is pretty great.
And shout out to the gals on the Bughead group chat for pointing out that there was a lack of, um, reciprocation from Betty in the fics that they’d read - Juggie deserves a little attention too so that’s what you’re getting.
Warning: Bughead smut is literally all that awaits you below. Slight au I guess because everything is good with Serpent!Juggie.


“Don’t you think that’s a little impractical to be wearing on the back of a motorcycle?” Jughead smirked, leaning against the bike as he watched Betty emerge from behind her front door. She smiled sweetly, mischief flitting across her green eyes before he could catch it, grey low-tops bounding down the Cooper’s porch steps.

Her hair fell about her face in free, golden waves, shoulders covered in a dark denim jacket, and loose fitting white shirt underneath. But what he couldn’t tear his eyes away from was the flowing, crimson skirt billowing around her thighs as she moved - more specifically the length of it, or lack thereof.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, widening her eyes in false innocence as she reached him, fingers coming up to play with the zipper on his Serpent’s jacket. His hands crept down her sides, pulling her closer by the backs of her smooth, tanned thighs as the pads of his fingers came to rest there, drifting over the skin with light, teasing brushes. She shivered in his embrace, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Jughead followed the dusty blush that made it’s way over her cheeks, down her neck, across her chest, with eager eyes, fingers digging tighter into her skin. “It seems just right to me.”

It seemed that he’d gotten playful Betty today; a welcome gift, he thought as he leant forwards to capture her lips in a languid kiss. The laziness of the movement matched the pace of their summer days, spent wrapped around one another without rush or obligation as they explored the town that had become something entirely new over the past few months. Their skin was permanently warm and flushed with the high sun, eyes glazed and distant as they got high on the taste of each other’s lips, on a new found freedom.

Betty’s fingers roamed over Jughead’s back, nails clutching at the snake embroidered across his broad shoulder blades. It would never be entirely welcome, but it had become familiar. Betty couldn’t deny the shift she’d seen in her boyfriend’s demeanour - the purposeful way he walked, the lightness in his shoulders, the bags beneath his eyes lessening in their depth over time. He felt protected for the first time in years, and try as she might she couldn’t bring herself to resent it.

“Your mom is gonna see us,” Jughead murmured against her lips as he pulled back an inch, running his tongue teasingly across her swollen mouth. A sigh escaped her, eyelids fluttering open to stare at his amused features.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she shrugged, completely unconcerned with anything other than the feeling of his hands inching higher. She locked her arms around his neck, to steady herself if nothing more. “Where are we going today?” she asked, forehead coming to rest against his, dark curls tickling her cheek.

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled at her eye roll.

“You always say that,” she chastised, pushing out her lower lip in an adorable pout. He couldn’t resist pulling it between his teeth, breathing in her gasp.

“Maybe I enjoy surprising you,” he replied as Betty blushed, body rolling into his. “Come on.” He stood, catching her as she stumbled back a few unsteady steps, pressing his lips together to suppress a laugh. She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he relished the reactions her body had because of his touch. But she’d learnt that two could most definitely play at that game.

Jughead held out his hand to her from where he already sat, perched on the edge of the seat. She took it, eyes locking purposefully with his as she strode closer before swinging her leg over the vehicle. Her arms wound round his waist, fisting in the light material of his t-shirt, bare knees clenching on either side of his hips. Betty shuffled forwards, making sure there was not an inch of space between his back and her front. Jughead raised an eyebrow even though she wouldn’t see, tilting his head over his shoulder minutely.

“Comfortable, Betts?” he asked, amused by her antics. She squirmed once more, chest pushing purposefully between his shoulders.

“Good to go,” she replied casually. He grinned, shaking his head briefly before revving the engine and speeding down the street.

The uncertainty of the bike had terrified Betty at first, knuckles turning as white as her face as she clung to Jughead for dear life during their journeys. But it had been weeks, months even, since they’d begun these private excursions, and Betty now felt nothing but freedom as the wind whipped across her exposed skin.

She peered round them excitedly as they headed towards the town’s border, signs of suburban life becoming more and more distant as they flew past. The land flattened out, filling with flowers instead of picket fences as they raced closer to their destination. She knew how much Jughead loved to ride, that it gave him control like nothing else he’d experienced. The vehicle responded to his every touch, to every small tilt and dip of his body - he played it like a master. As much as Betty liked to see Jughead in control, she also liked to see him relinquish it.

The open road made her feel as if they were the only two left in the world as she flattened her palms against his stomach, hair whipping behind her. She bit her lip coyly as she felt the muscles there flex beneath her wandering fingertips, drawing small circles over the fabric. She could feel his voice vibrate through his body as he no doubt called her name in question, but she couldn’t hear him over the whirring of the engine and the wind in her ears. The sensation went straight to fuel the growing warmth between her thighs, making her tilt her hips in an effort to find some friction against the rough denim of his jeans.

Her hands crept lower, flushed cheeks hidden against his shoulder, pushing the material out of the way to drag her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, so much more pronounced than anyone but her knew. Her fingers danced across the lean expanse before moving to brush down the sparse trail of dark hair disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. A shudder coursed through his body, Betty grinning as she stretched to look over his shoulder, relishing in the way he was white-knuckling the handlebars. He was clinging to composure, every slip feeding her desire to push him further to towards the edge. The tips of her fingers dipped below his belt, their path swerving slightly with the movement, before she withdrew her hand, resting in on the inside of his thigh instead.

Her leg came up, wrapping it over his lap and letting her heel push against the inside seam of his pants. Jughead could feel her heart pounding in a frenzied rhythm against his back, out of time with his own but just as forceful. He was certain he could feel every drop of blood flowing through his veins, flooding southwards, as she delicately massaged his inner thigh, nails catching on the seam now and then, sneaking higher and higher with every motion, still too far from where he needed her. He was hard before he’d even had time to blink, the lack of cover around them sending appreciative tingles throughout his entire body as she dared to take them further. He shifted, trying to relieve some of the pressure between his legs. His movements caused her legs to tighten round him, hips rolling forwards as a rush of wetness soaked her panties. Jughead felt her hum around a moan, the feeling only causing his member to strain uncomfortably against the suffocating zipper of his pants.

She brushed the bulge, finally, with the briefest of touches. Jughead couldn’t stop his hips from bucking into her hand, aching for something to release the tension. The bike wobbled precariously as the heel of her palm was suddenly giving him everything he needed. He blinked, trying to get his eyes to refocus on the tarmac stretching before them. He was completely at her mercy, coil tightening in the pit of his stomach as she worked her hands across his lap. Jughead could feel the desperation rising, wanting to push closer, pull away, remove the the thick layers of fabric between his skin and hers, all at once. His legs were quivering in anticipation, teeth digging into his lower lip as he tried to focus on everything but her persistent fingers, dragging him towards release.

Jughead started as he felt her head ducking beneath his outstretched arm, lifting it in confusion. Betty gripped his shoulder, anchoring herself to him as she pushed her weight around until she was firmly planted on his lap. She locked her ankles at the small of his back, her dark, lust blown pupils meeting his and finding nothing but want etched there. His reactions had made her bold, forgetting the speed at which the ground was racing past them. She was driven only by the ache pulsating between her dampened thighs, her wanton desire to feel the hardness between Jughead’s legs pressing into her core taking full control of her body.

Betty ducked her head to his neck, brushing along the tight tendons there with her nose before peppering kisses across the smooth skin. She felt the bike swerve once more as she grazed her teeth against his pulse point, licking over the spot with her soft tongue before latching her mouth onto the skin and sucking. She smiled against him as she felt his hard-on twitch beneath her, hips grinding down in automatic response. The groan rolling up his throat vibrated against her lips as she continued her sweet torture, circling relentlessly, picking up speed with every passing second.

Jughead hit a dip in the road, sending Betty bouncing against his lap. He felt her moan against him, hot breath fanning over the saliva she’d left along with another mark, a purple bruise for him to run his fingers over in absent memory in the rare moments she wasn’t with him. The action had her thrusting wildly, unable to control the rocking of her hips through the adrenaline. Jughead caught sight of a turn up ahead, making the quick decision to swerve off course before the inevitable spring snapped and he released a sticky mess in his boxers that would make the rest of the day far less pleasant than this.

“Jug, what-” Betty pulled away from him to glance round at the sudden change in direction. They were on a secluded side road, nothing but dirt tracks and the shade of nearby trees.

“That wasn’t fair, Betts,” he growled, as he parked, kicking up the stand and planting his feet firmly on the floor. She shivered at the gravel in his voice, eyes dark as he gripped her thighs, pulling her against him. She let out a soft mewl, loud in the relative silence surrounding them. “It was stupid, dangerous even,” he murmured into the elegant slope of her neck as she tilted her head to expose more of her skin to him.

“I appear to be getting a taste for danger,” she whined, back hitting the handlebars as Jughead anchored her firmly, one arm winding round her waist. She watched, enthralled as his hand slipped up her thigh, disappearing beneath the wrinkled fabric. Her breath hitched as his thumb came into contact with the lace of her panties. He dropped his forehead to her collarbone, strangled grunt escaping his lips.

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, fingers pushing the obstructing fabric to the side so he could slip inside of her silken heat. His neglected erection gave a pitiful throb as her walls clenched around the digits, a string of hushed profanities spilling from her lips as he thrust them slowly. He smiled into her neck - he’d been utterly taken aback by the filth that had come from her mouth as they starting exploring the physical side of their relationship more, but that hadn’t stopped it from adding to his ever growing arousal.

“Faster, Juggie,” she breathed, using his shoulders as leverage to propel herself closer, crying out unhindered as his thumb came up to circle her swollen bundle of nerves. She was dripping down his fingers, head thrown back and full lips parted, as she completely let go. He clenched his stomach muscles, enamoured by the sight before him, one that he knew would come back to haunt his dirtiest of dreams for many nights to come. His teeth found the hardened peak of her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt and closed round it gently. She tensed, thighs quivering, walls clenching, as she came, his name falling from her mouth around a gasp, hand clutching at his wrist.

Betty pulled his persistent hand out of her underwear when the aftershocks became too much, raising his fingers to her plump lips and encasing them in her hot mouth, sucking gently around a moan. Jughead swore he could see stars. His free hand clutched at her hip as she swirled her tongue around his fingers, pulling every last taste of herself from his skin.

“Betty… if you don’t touch me right now I swear-” he threatened, breaking off as she released his fingers with a wet pop.

“What, Jug? What will you swear?” she asked menacingly, still breathless. Just like that she was gone, cold air rushing to the places her warm body had once occupied.

“Hey!” he began to complain before he felt her demanding hands pull at his shirt, lifting him from his seat only to shove him back against the side. She pressed herself flat against him, leaving a bruising kiss against his lips before moving to whisper in his ear.

“Good things come to those who wait,” she rasped, voice still hoarse from her moans. Jughead’s hips bucked of their own accord, chasing her body as her palms smoothed up the length of his thighs. His eyes flicked across her face, every nerve ending on high alert for her next move. His heart nearly gave out as she dropped to her knees, hands clutching at the soft leather behind him as she unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down in quick succession.

Jughead hissed his member sprung free, cold air hitting the heated flesh. Betty ran her hands against the grain of his leg hair, coming up to rest her palms on his protruding hip bones. She leant in, kissing close to his base, her breath causing him to jump at the delicate contact. His whole body was screaming at him to move as he fought all his instincts, desperate to stay still and let Betty keep control.

Gentle fingers circled the base of his dick, pink tongue coming out to wet her lips in anticipation as a sticky liquid beaded at the head. She darted forwards, swiping it away with the tip of her tongue. Jughead choked on air, eyes rolling back into his head, fingers digging into the sponge of the seat so hard he thought he might pierce through. Before he could catch his next breath her full mouth had wrapped around him, sliding down his shaft with ease. His hand shot out, reflexively weaving into her hair, sunlight turning it into a golden waterfall.

Betty hummed as she sucked in her cheeks, pulling back with a delicious slowness. Jughead’s knees felt weak, resting his full weight against the bike as it tipped beneath the strain. He couldn’t feel anything other than the scorching heat around his dick, the tight wetness as she took him back in again and again. Her tongue flattened out, running along the thick vein on the underside. There were too many sensations to focus on at once - the vibrations of her sinful moans, the way she swirled her tongue around the groove under his swollen head, her small hands twisting down the length, the sudden constricting of her throat as his hips thrust upwards against his will.

Betty clutched at his sides, nails leaving tiny indents in his overheated skin. She picked up her speed, Jughead’s hand aiding her in finding a rhythm.

“Fuck, Betts. You have to… I’m gonna…” he forced out between clenched teeth, tugging on her hair in warning. One of her hands slipped to cup his ass, digging into the soft flesh there, holding him against her face. The other dipped lower, palm cradling his balls as they tightened into his body, Jughead fighting his impending release. She sucked in once more, and he felt the barest graze of her teeth against his shaft and that was it.

His mouth dropped open in a silent shout, fingers digging tighter into her hair as he pulsed into her mouth, Betty pulling back slightly to catch it all. He looked down, past his heaving chest, as she let him go with an audible pop, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, lips lifted in a menacing smirk. She leant into him, the brush of her skirt making his overly sensitive dick twitch weakly, placing her throat by his ear as she swallowed with an audible gulp. Jughead groaned, flush on his cheeks deepening to match the scarlet of her skirt. Betty looked at him, letting free an innocent giggle that was completely out of place on her dark, swollen lips, hair mussed from his desperate hands, completing her look of sinful dishevelment.

“Surprise,” she whispered, tucking her lower lip beneath her teeth. Jughead let out an exhausted laugh, casting his eyes skywards as him mind tried to catch up with the events of the afternoon.

“Definitely letting you plan all the surprises from now on,” he mumbled, forehead resting against hers. She grinned, pressing her mouth to his, laughing at the way he scrunched up his nose as he tasted himself on her lips.

“Sounds good to me.”

Beauty and the Mets Fan [*smut]

A/N: Okay, now keep in mind this is only my secondish smut. I had a dream about this the other night, minus the smut part. I just thought it could use some spice.

“I can’t believe you got us Mets tickets!” I squealed as me and my best friend looked for our seats. “Only the best for my best friend!” She beamed. Our seat where between the edge of the screen and the dugout on the first base side. We were about four rows up, and two seats away from the end seats. The best seats you could possibly get in my opinion. We found them, slid into our seat and got comfortable. The music was loud and seem to come from every direction. There were so many people filling the stands, and I knew the game was about to start.

“Hey, Dyl! Our seats are right here.” A tall boy with black hair yelled. He was wearing a black tank top, and camouflage shorts. When he turn his head, I saw he had a slightly obscured jawline. Although he was very good looking he wasn’t my type.

“He’s cute.” My best friend half whispered half sang in my ear. I smiled

“Well you have about nine innings to ask for his number.” I whispered back. We both giggled.

“Good job, bud.” A boy wearing a Mets hat said. He was carrying two beers and slid into one of the two remaining seat first, handing the dark haired boy a beer. The commentator started with opening ceremonies. His voice boomed through the stadium. The smell of hotdogs and beer filling the air. They started announcing some of the star players, and almost as if it were planned, the guy next to me in the mets hat and I both screamed our heads off. We looked at each other and laugh.

“You a David Wright fan too?” I asked him almost yelling over the announcer.

“Hell yeah!” He shouted back. He turned towards me a little more and extended his hand to me.

“Dylan!” I finally got a good look at him. His skin was even, despite the various beauty marks on his face. His smile was genuine and warm. But it was his eyes that I was taken by. They weren’t hazel or brown even but mixture of the two. Amber almost.

“And this is my buddy Tyler.” His voice brought me back, and I smiled. His friend lean forward and lazily waved at me.

“I’m Y/N. This is my best friend Caroline.” I said jabbing my thumb in her direction. She copied Tyler, leaning forward and waving.

“You guys big Mets fans?” Tyler yelled, Although he wasn’t looking at me when he asked. Caroline shook her head,

“Not really. Well I mean I don’t really watch baseball.”

“Get out!” Dylan said jokingly. “There’s only mets fans in the section.” I laughed nudging my friend who seemed upset by the comment.

“Well I’ll have to leave too then.” Tyler said earning a smile from Caroline.

“Woah T.Pose! Give the girl a chance.” Dylan said putting a hand on his shoulder.

“What about you?” Dylan ask me with a smirk on his face.

“Die hard Mets fan.“ I said proudly.

“Yeah, she practically cried when I told we were coming today.” Caroline teased.

“I think we found your perfect girl, Dyl.” Tyler said. I blushed and laughed awkwardly.

The game was starting and Dylan and I watched intently. Tyler and Caroline, on the other hand, wouldn’t shut up. So half way though the 7th inning Dylan and Caroline switch seats. Dylan and I’s conversation was strictly baseball, and honestly I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It came down to the wire in the game. It was the 9th inning and the Mets were bating. Bases were loaded and it was down to three balls and two strikes. Mets were down two, so they needed to hit the ball and far. Wright was at the plate, and he was uncharacteristically off his game. The crowd was chanting a medley of boos and cheers. “Come on David! You got this!” I stood and yelled. Dylan followed suit. “Let’s goooo!” He shouted. The pitcher threw the ball, and out of excitement I grabbed Dylan’s arm. Wright sung and hit the ball, I watched it as it flew way above the pitcher, over second base, and into the stands.

“Mets win.” The announcer sang. Dylan and I jumped up and down screaming. I pulled him into a hug, which he returned. He smelled good. Like really good. We pulled apart slowly, staring at each other.

The excitement of the game started to die down, and people were leaving the stadiums. Caroline and I started gathering our things.

“Hey, we’re going to get some drinks. You guys want to come?” Tyler asked. Him and Dylan were on the staircase that ascends to the exit. I looked at Caroline, we smiled at each other and nodded.

We walked from the stadium to a pub about 8 blocks away. It was an old timey pub, like you’d see in old British movies. Dylan open the door for all of us.

“We’ll get some beers, if you guys want to grab a booth.” Dylan suggested once we were inside. I nodded and Caroline and I found an open booth next to a window. The booths were round so they’d all have to squeeze in together. The boys returned beers in hand.

“Here you go, beautiful.” Tyler said handing Caroline a beer and sitting next to her. Dylan rolled his eyes before sitting down next to me with our beers.

Three beers and four shots later, we were all pretty drunk. Tyler and Caroline where making out on the jukebox, leaving Dylan and I alone.

“So, I made her a YouTube video asking her to prom.” We both roared with laughter.

“You did not!”

“I did.” He said amused.

“What did she say?”

“She laughed in my face. But I got to make out with Julia Pond that night so who’s laughing now.”

“Was she popular?” I asked drinking my beer.

“No, she was my lab partner.” We both laughed again. I placed my hand high on his thigh and bit my lip. He shifted in his seat. I looked over at Caroline to make sure she was alright. I almost wished I hadn’t.

“Ugh, they may as well just fuck on the damn thing.” I said grimacing.

“Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” He asked scooting closer to me. I could almost feel his body heat. But I didn’t have a good answer. “The floor?” I admitted.

Dylan laughed. “Was that a question?”

“What about you?” I shot back playfully.

“You wouldn’t believe if I told you.” He said a little cocky. I gave him a doubtful look.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. The action sending a shiver down my spine. “On a roller coaster.”

My eyes widened. “You’re lying.”

“Told you you wouldn’t believe me.”

“How is that even possible?”

He just shrugged. I scoffed at him drinking the last bit of my beer.

“I’m going to get more. Want some?” He raised his glass and winked at me, indicating he still had some left. He knew he was teasing me and I needed to even the playing field. So I leaned over and caressed his earlobe with my tongue.

“Be right back.” I purred. His grip on his cup tightened so hard his fingers turned white. I grabbed my glass and scooted out of the booth. At the bar, I raised my hand to signal the bartender. Someone grabbed my arm and pulled it down. I glanced over and saw Dylan holding my arm. He had a gorgeous smile on his face, and a lust in his eyes.

“Come with me?” He slid his hand from my arm to my hand interlocking our fingers. I nodded and he led the way to the bathrooms. He pulled open the door to the one person bathroom. He pushed me into the wall, a grasp escaping me. Dylan pressed his lips against mine and made his way to my ass squeezing it firmly. His bulge grinding against my pulsating sex. I thought about our friends still in pub for a second, but I knew they were probably as busy as we were. He went for my neck peppering it with kisses. I moaned pulling at his hair with my fingers. I could feel him sucking along my neck and jawline creating hickeys. I rolled my hips on to his and he groaned into my neck. Goosebumps formed on my skin at the sound. I moved my hands down to his jeans unbuttoning them. I put my hand down his pants, grabbing his dick. He moaned and pulled me into a heated kiss as I pumped his erection a few times.

“Fuck.” He growled in my mouth, and stuck my tongue in his mouth. I could feel his hand unbuttoning my jean shorts and my core tingled. He hooked his fingers around the side of my shorts and panties and pulled them both down in one go. His fingers found my slit and then to my clit rubbing the bunch of nerves in a figure 8 motion. I was a moaning mess at his touch, my legs shaking. With his other hand he pulled my hand away from him, but continued rubbing with the other.

“Turn around.” He rasped breaking our kiss. I turned and faced the wall, his right hand still on my sex and with his left I heard pushed his pants down. I heard his erection slap against his stomach. He stroked it a few times, before stopping and pulling my hands up on the wall. Holding them up with one hand. He ground his stiff member between my legs.

“Fuck, you’re already wet.” He groaned in my ear.

“Please?” I begged, wanting him inside me. “Fuck me.” I pushed out my butt against his hips, earning a low growl from him.

“As you wish, princess.” He lined up, and slowly inserted himself inside of me. We both spewed profanities at the sensation. He grabbed my hip with his free hand and began moving.

“F-faster.” I stuttered. Instead, he slowed down moving in and out of me.

“What was that princess?” He teased. I tried pushing against him to speed up the friction. He grabbed my waist sternly.

“I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t hear you. What did you want?” He asked again.

“Dylan, please? Faster.” I whined.

“Of course, princess.” He pushed himself into me hard and than fast. Quickening his speed as he pounded into me. The sound of skin on skin and moans echoed in the bathroom. He was hitting my g-spot and I knew my orgasm was near.

“I'm…I’m gon-” I tried to say.

“Come princess.” He interpreted. At the words, I clenched around him, my legs shaking, and moaning uncomfortably finally reaching my orgasm.

“You’re so sexy.” He muttered. “Get on your knees.” He released my hands from the wall and pulled out. I spun around and sunk to my knees. I hollowed my checks around him, taking almost all of his length. I could feel him in the back of my throat. He put my hair up in a makeshift ponytail, and he moved me along his member looking at me the entire time. He moved me up and down faster and faster until finally he exploded inside my mouth. He rode out his orgasm in my mouth grunting and growling. I swallowed all of him, and he smiled. I pulled him out of my mouth. Our heavy breathing the only sound filling the room. I stood my legs still a little weak, and pulled up my shorts.

“I’m not going to lie,” he said copying my action. “That’s probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I laughed. “You probably say that to all the pretty girls you pick up at Mets games.” He walked closer to me putting his hands on my face.

“You’re not pretty, you’re gorgeous.” He kissed my lips softly. “And there may be plenty of pretty Mets fans. But none as gorgeous as you.” I laughed pushing him away softly.

“Okay cheese ball, walk me to my car?” I asked. He grinned and nodded.

anonymous asked:

So like, what if one day Jeremy and Michael are close to going to the next level, and Jeremy gets a little freaked out because of what the Squip made him do with Chloe??????

Ok so I had to write a fic about this?? This is my first fic for bmc so I’m sorry if it’s bad but,, here ya go! By the way it never gets to actual smut I promise it’s not bad at all they’re both really awkward but you can ask for this to be tagged!!

Here it is!!

It’s crazy how things can quickly turn tables. Michale and Jeremy had been hanging out and gaming as per usual, in the basement of an empty house. It was going pretty causal until Jeremy plopped down into his boyfriends lap, causing both of them to blush. Through the darkness of the room Michale looked down to Jeremy’s face, lit up by only the tv.

It was times like this that Michale didn’t get why the other was so bullied. His determined blue eyes shined against the tv shine, his many littered freckles and the way his hair looms over his eye. His cheek bones too, handsomely shaped, left him in awe as to how he even got this boy to date him. He didn’t realize he was staring until the tv flickered followed by the game over sound of Apocalypse of the Damned came on.

Jeremy huffed and turned to look at him with those eyes, “Ah man, dude we were so close, what the he-”

Next thing they knew their lips were connected. It was awkward, outside of movies and such neither of them had any experience whatsoever. Jeremy had…some, technically. But it wasn’t very good, to say least. Either way things began to heat up, Michale taking the lead of the kiss as Jeremy fixed himself so that he was sitting up and facing Michale.

For a brief moment Michale ran his hands through Jeremy’s hair, until his hands got stuck in a tangle. Jeremy pulled away with a little “ow.” Both of them sat there, the game over screen still flashing, and stared at each other. There was an awkward moment before the both of them where laughing, their faces flushed.

“That wasn’t…that wasn’t too bad” Jeremy tried.

“Yeah…not bad at all…can we uh..?”

“…yeah..yeah yeah of course”

Soon enough they were starting to get the hang of things. Going mostly off of movies, Michale started to kiss Jeremy’s neck. Jeremy breathed out, but it was more of an awkward laugh. In the heat of the moment Michale leaned against Jeremy, both hands on his waist.

Michale chuckled “dude…you watch so much of this crap, yet you suck”

“Hey I do- I do not! The only one here who sucks is you!”

Michale winked, to which Jeremy pushed his face away, “oh my god don’t even look at me Michale Mell”

To prove his point Jeremy gave a quick awkward kiss, then pulled away with a “ha take that” face.

Michale laughed lowly, his voice deep. He looked anywhere besides Jeremy, with uncertainty he said “ do you uh….wanna get..weird?”

Jeremy felt his heart flutter, but not with excitement. “Do you wanna get” reminded him of a certain night on Halloween. He looked at Michale. The boy was completely flushed, his eyes darting around the room. The longer he took to answer the more nervous Mike got. “Do you wanna get…” well..that was completely different. This is nothing like that night. The SQUIP is gone, Michale is clearly giving him the chance to back out. There’s no reason to be stupid about it. So Jeremy nodded his head.

Michale smiled, “cool! I mean uh-cool! That’s cool…very cool”

Jeremy rolled his eyes “get on with it already man”

Michaels hand found his way to Jeremy’s face, gently caressing him. He gave the boy a kiss and fumbled through his mind for what to do next. In the movies this is where things got intense, so Michale began to gently push Jeremy to the ground.

But then Jeremy flinched.

Michale instantly pulled away, wondering if he hurt Jeremy somehow. When he looked down at him Jeremy was staring forward with wide eyes, sweating a lot, and seemingly frozen. Those eyes he was admiring earlier were now struck with fear.

“…Jere?”

Jeremy took a sharp inhale, then exhale. But he didn’t stop. All he could think about was being unable to move, completely helpless to whatever was about to happen. He could only see Chloe pushing him down onto the bed aggressively after the SQUIP gave him a “you’re welcome”

“…remy? Shit Jeremy, you ok?!”

Michale was off of him and pushing him into a sitting position. When did that happen? Wasn’t Michale gonna keep going?

“Hey..hey man it’s ok…can I hug you?”

Jeremy shook his head, still frozen as he was.

“Ok…ok that’s fine buddy no worries. Do me a favor though, can you breath with me?? In 4, hold 7, out 8.”

Jeremy took another sharp inhale, trying to follow Michale’s instructions. He willed the little voice in the back of his head saying, “this is why you’re so pathetic” away.

Eventually Jeremy calmed down, his breaths even enough, his heart still pounding. He could finally move, looking to Michale through the blinking glow of the Tv.

“Are you alright..?”

“My face is kinda fuzzy…but yeah, I think so”

“Yeah that happens…can I hug you now..?”

When Jeremy nodded Michale wasted no time in wrapping the skinny boy in his arms protectively. His fingers running through his hair calmingly, this time avoiding any knots. He felt himself calm a bit when Jeremy melted into his arms, exhausted from his panic attack, still shaking.

“Damn that scared the fuck out of me…are you sure you’re alright?”

He nodded.

“What happened?”

He could hear his SQUIP telling him to lie, telling him to tell Michale he needed to step his game up. Jeremy knew better, “I’m sorry Michale that just…it just reminded me of some stuff that happened with the SQUIP.”

“Ah geez jere, you coulda told me man!”

“Yeah but you wanted to-”

“We don’t have to so fast, I promise. I want you to be comfortable too, you damn twink.”

Jeremy found himself chuckling, “thanks man…but I mean I kinda wanted to too”

“Another day ok??”

Jeremy leaned into the crook of Michale’s neck, nodding, “yeah that sounds good.”

anonymous asked:

Why do you make everything about Cassian revolve around Jyn like he doesn't have his own character and life? I'm pretty fucking sure he cared about the Death Star plans

Wow, my first anonymous hate question, I am so excited for this moment!!

Well, let’s start from the beginning- if the roles were reversed, and Cassian was the hero, and Jyn was the one supporting him- would anyone really think that wasn’t typical of a sci-fi or action film? Cassian is literally the emobiment of all of those crappy tropes that are forced on female characters in movies like that.

Also, let’s look at Cassian’s character and roll in the Rebellion. Cassian is a spy and pragmatic anti-hero. In his introduction scene he kills a guy to ensure his own escape and the information that he got from his contact doesn’t fall into enemy hands. His contact was weak and would have given into Empire torture, so Cassian made the decision to do what spies do- protect the information. So yes, Cassian clearly cared about the Rebellion.

But as soon as he sets his eyes on Jyn its like he completely forgets everything. If you read the novelization- even Cassian calls himself out on it. He takes Draven’s orders even though he doesn’t like them, so he is a good solider, but also takes a really calculated risk by letting Jyn keep his blaster. He had no idea of her actual character to know if she really wouldn’t shoot him with it to escape. Jyn already made it clear she isn’t on anyone’s side and she only wants to be free- so killing Cassian would actually have ensured her escape.

Then we have Jedha where he makes more calculated risks to get what he needs- Galen’s location- but he gets that as soon as the Death Star shows up. Like he had Bodhi. He had Galen’s location. Cassian’s mission was never finding the message- he was sent to find and kill Galen Erso. Jyn’s message from her father happened completely separate from his mission. But as soon as they are able to escape, what does Cassian do? Find Jyn. HE DIDN’T NEED HER ANYMORE HE HAD BODHI SO HE DIDN’T NEED TO TRACK HER DOWN. Like Cassian had no idea that Jedha was blowing up- for all anyone knew until they got outside it was an earthquake. He just knew that Jyn was in danger and rushed after her without a second thought.

Then he gets her out of there, and still has to deal with his orders. Now, think about this as if you didn’t even know what the Death Star was. Cassian has absolutely no proof whatsoever that the Death Star is a real thing. Like at all. They couldn’t see the Death Star from the surface of the moon, and Jyn is the one who saw the message and relays it to everyone else- they have to take Jyn’s word that its real. Now how long has Cassian known her? Two Days? At most? 

“I am not the one you gotta convince.” Cassian completely trusts her at her word, BUT HE’S A SPY SO HE SHOULND’T?? Like a good spy takes information and distrusts it completely until enough of it is analysed. So Cassian is still trying to kill Galen but he doesn’t actually care about killing Galen- Galen Erso isn’t a person to him, he doesn’t care about killing him for the Rebellion- he only stops himself from killing him because he knows it would break Jyn’s heart.

Then he and Jyn have their nice big fight where he tells her to get over herself, which is a great moment for both of them- then as soon as they are back at Yavin 4 he knows that Jyn is never going to get the Council to agree to her request to go to Scariff. That’s because Cassian isn’t stupid. Jyn is an ex-criminal who worked for an extremest, has been missing for several years, is the daughter of an Imperial Science Officer, and isn’t actually a part of their military- so of course the Council wasn’t going to believe her. Until the destruction of Alderan the Alliance doesn’t even know that the Death Star really exists. There is NO PROOF.

The Death Star is like the Atom Bomb to these people. Before the American’s dropped the first one, no one knew what would happen or if it was real or not. There was the possibility, but the science is so far advanced for their way of thinking. Do you think the Alliance had the kind of money and manpower as the Empire? The Alliance just was super lucky the Force was literally on their side. That’s it. if you look at it, the Alliance has a fuck ton of blunders throughout the series.

So Cassian recruits the men and basically declares his love for Jyn in front of everyone and its adorable, so she leads them to Scariff, they get into battle, they get the plans, he gets shot at protecting her (and yes, the plans) but Cassian knows Jyn by now. He knows her personality. That woman would drag her dying body to the top of the tower to get those plans out. He actually didn’t have to drag himself up that tower, injured, just to save her from Director Krennic. In fact, neither of them even knew anything about Krennic until he started shooting at them. Like Jyn confronts him and in the novelization she doesn’t even know his name. He’s just another obstacle in the way.

Now, did Cassian have to shoot Krennic and save Jyn’s life? Actually not really. Jyn and Krennic were standing away from the computer, they were so focused on each other that Cassian could have actually walked up to the computer and sent the plans himself. Like he was five feet from the computer. HE COULD HAVE JUST PULLED A LEVER. But instead he sees Jyn, he shoots Krennic and Jyn fulfills her mission- HER MISSION FOR THE PLANS. It was NEVER Cassian’s mission. This story wasn’t about Cassian. This story was about Jyn and finding the plans and helping her father destroy the Death Star. And you can tell when he asks “Do you think anyone’s listening?”

That’s a really important line. Jyn and Cassian never get the confirmation that Bodhi succeeded. They don’t know that the shield is down until they start transmitting the plans and Cassian is a realist. Just because the shield is down, and the Rebels are up there, he knows that the entire fleet can’t possibly be there and they see the Death Star in the distance, they know that the Empire is here and that there might be the possibility that the plans would be taken back by the Empire, that the fleet would be destroyed before the plans could get back to Yavin 4 altogether. So actually, Cassian has no idea if they really did succeed at all. To him- they might have just wasted all of those lives on the beach. But Jyn has absolute faith that it worked. Because Jyn believes in the Force. She knows that the Force helped her get here, that the Force wanted her to do this.

Cassian has never had much faith in the Force (going back to his joke in the jail cell about the Force) but just the fact that Jyn believes it makes him believe it.

Then they go to the beach and join the Force.

So yeah, when I say that Cassian’s character basically revolves around Jyn, during the course of this movie, I am not kidding. Now it would be awesome to get more background on him, his life in Fest, his time as a child solider. But that isn’t a part of the movie at all. Jyn is our hero, this is her story, so I will continue to ship them like crazy and not give a single fuck.

-InvaderHog

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General prompts;
  1. 1. ”You buried her?”
    ”I didn’t see the point of hanging around with a dead body any longer than I needed to.”
  2. If you are so angry that you shake, you are too angry. Go get coffee or something and come you are calm.
  3. The ones who mourn their inevitable death will be sent to an early grave
  4. And what I am I supposed to do if the thing starts to rip me apart?
  5. At this point it’s just killing to survive. Not for sport, not for habits, not for no other reason to stay alive and survive this mess.
  6. You are not to lay a hand on a wife of the last King of this land, or the guards will be forced behead you.
  7. May I remind you what the last time you left your eldest son in charge, your majesty. It can never happened again.
  8. And just how did you think I could defeat all the demons of hell?
  9. You don’t have the slightest idea what they have see or done. And I for one, don’t even want to think about it.
  10. We have enough shit going on here in one city, why would we expand?
  11. Every time your name flashes on the phone screen, I don’t want to answer it. Because I know you will get me in trouble.
  12. ”Just to clarify, do I lose or win if I choke to death?”
    ”I mean it’d be a personal lose, but…”
  13. Well even after everything… At least you have your door left intact
  14. ”How was I supposed to know she’s a kleptomaniac based on one conversation?”
    ”You caught her trying to take your wallet!”
  15. ”Who invited the fucking pyro! I don’t need to be charged with vandalisms too!”
    ”So assault is fine, but vandalisms goes over the line?”
  16. Stop laughing, you are supposed to be dead.
  17. I knew he had come back to the city when the warehouse was set on fire.
  18. You guys are all kinds of fucked, you know that right?
  19. We could just kick it in, right? If she can’t pick it open, I mean.
  20. Why is it that you are the nicest of us all, but look the shadiest.
  21. ”You cannot win this war!”
    ”I am not trying to! I just want to survive!”
  22. My job is to dig my thumb down your old wounds until you scream out the secrets and lies you hold
  23. ”And if he shoots me to the head?”
    ”Well then we are more fucked than before.”
  24. Betray me, and I’ll make sure I’m your biggest nightmare.
  25. “Why did you do this?”
    “Because you have more than stressful life already, and… I thought you’d appreciate st least the idea of this.”
  26. “Do you know where he went?”
    “Well he said that he was going for a walk, so I can only imagine that he’s outside.”
  27. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  28. Well, well, now I just know how much of a death wish you have, coming to me for help.
  29. He had woken up screaming for the first time in a long time, sweat burning his eyes, the clothes sticking against his skin
  30. I know she’s the reason I don’t feel the same anymore when I’m alone, the reason I feel like crying when she’s mad enough to not speak to me. She makes me happier than I have never been, happier than I thought I never was going to be.
  31. Even if those were pure intentions, you did do it at the end and in their eyes, it’s the only thing that matters
  32. The knife in your hand is still dripping blood, mate. You need help with the body or something? Or is there a more sinister reason you are ringing my doorbell at four am?
  33. “And how did you obtain this car, mom? And why do you smell like you were drenched in a gas?”
    “What about you mind your own goddamn business? And don’t say anything about this to dad, alright?”
  34. Did you just push a kid with crunches out of the way, just to get the last hotdog?
  35. “Keep your back straight.”
    ”It’s pretty hard when rest of you is gay.”
  36. These things never worked out in the movies, so why did I even think I could pull this off in real life was fucking idiotic.
  37. He felt like a piece of hand me down clothing. That nobody wanted to take a responsibility for, that nobody wanted.
  38. Torture will always produce some false confessions and lies, with our without information.
  39. The newspaper clippings were glued to the front door and the pocket watch tied around the door handle.
  40. ”We are not harboring a fugitive in our house!”
    ”He’s not a fugitive, he’s your godfather!”
  41. What a better way to find out that you are a immortal than wake up after a nuclear blast to find everybody dead?
  42. I know it’s not the healthy way to think about it, but.. To me he’s not dead, he’s just not here at the moment.
  43. Wait, what are you doing? You can’t nail your shoes to a skateboard! How are you going to move, like you need to kick to get momentum to get from point A to point B.
  44. Ignore the fucking stumble on the chairs. I’m still cool as fuck. 
  45. ”Okay, how am I supposed to open this door?”
    ”Just kick it on the middle and push. I think I fucked it up when I slammed it yesterday…”
  46. Stop starting at me, I feel like you will punch me…
  47. ”Hey –”
    ”Don’t spoil the silence, dear.”
  48. Just because I don’t know what I’m doing, doesn’t mean I’m not gonna do it.
  49. You motherfuckers are playing basketball and didn’t invite me?!
  50. It makes me feel so much better knowing you could severely hurt yourself doing this.
  51. “Why didn’t you try to stop me?!”
    “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was my job!”
  52. He has moments of bravery, more than I can say about you.
  53. “The road is ending, what do we do?”
    “Ditch the car! Save yourselves!”
    “Don’t jump out of the -”
  54. The boss wasn’t expecting you to survive.
  55. Is she expecting me to go after her? Because you know, my knee is pretty messed up and.. Alright, I’ll do.

chapter titles;
  1. No Death For The Cowardly
  2. Man With A Purpose Has To Be Feared
  3. Ticket To Heaven Or Hell
  4. The Pain That Happens In Love
  5. We Cannot Change The Past, Time Boy
  6. Loosing Fingers Left And Right
  7. We Will Always Question Did We Deserve It
  8. Don’t Be An Animal, Use The Doors
  9. If Resulting In Slight Stabbing
  10. We Aren’t Who They Think We Are
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