it was free how could i refuse

baby, my baby | 06

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  4.1 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part one ↠ ↠ previous part ↠ part six next part (coming next week!)

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How they react...

…To a variety of goodbyes.

♡ ♡ \ Request from anonymous / ♡ ♡

Could you do a preference (males only if that’s okay) when they’re trying to say goodbye before leaving but end up giving in and taking you with them because theyd miss you too much? Tysm!


I have changed this request slightly to add more variety

whilst still staying along the subject of goodbyes.

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Yeah ! Finally ! Commissions are opened !… Thanks, you guys finally convinced me ^^’

Also, for more examples, again, you can see my art here” !

You can ask me any au or oc or other oc or your favorite character or even yourself !
Just a lil exception : I could try mechanics, but if it’s too hard, I’ll refuse ^^’

All the payments will be by paypal.

If you’re interested in  commissioning me, then message me on tumblr or send me a email on !
We’ll see what you want, how you want it, the poses, the atmosphere, the colours and everything !
According to this, I’ll send you a sketch to be sure it’s what you want and then start to draw it :)

Once it’s finished, I’ll post it on tumblr and tag you, then you’ll see it.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me of course !

Thank you in advance ~ 

anonymous asked:

Why was Dean acting like an ass to Cas in season 6?

Don’t worry about it, though. We’ve all been there, and especially me. 

So, I won’t get into this a lot because season 6 has been discussed so much - some meta bloggers, like @elizabethrobertajones, even have weirdly specific tags for it (hers is ‘we don’t talk about season six’, which I always assumed was a veiled threat and, as it turns out, she thinks it was a very romantic season and we don’t discuss it nearly enough). 

There are various theories about how this season was built, and one of them is that it was supposed to turn Cas for good - to make him into an enemy and then eliminate him from the show, if I remember correctly, so the general consensus seems to be, Why wasn’t Dean more of an ass to Cas in season 6? This was a narrative centered on misunderstanding and miscommunication, and from Dean’s point of view, Cas was acting like a demented Callahan type for no reason, which, given angels were (they still are, but back then it was particularly noticeable) the most powerful creatures Dean’d ever encountered, was incredibly dangerous, not to mention unpredictable. Dean should have wanted to take Cas out just to be on the safe side, and if it had been anyone else, he would have done it. But, of course, deep bond and stuff. Even after Cas’ done the unforgivable and hurt Sam, possibly for good (protect Sam: remember that’s Dean’s genetic imprinting, and he steamrolls over both friends and enemies to get that done), Dean still has enough empathy and affection for Cas to come clean about his own feelings, and to try and help Cas, or even save him, if he can. That, I think, is unprecedented?

Something that doesn’t come up a lot as a reason why Dean was so awful to Cas during this season (and therefore, what I’ll focus on here) is how Dean constantly refuses to see Cas for what he is - not a human being, but an unknowable, alien, otherwordly creature

Now, from Dean’s perspective (at the beginning of season 4), angels are not monsters, or things he hunts, or things that exist in the real world; they are, instead much more close and personal than that. They are a cherished memory of his mother, and they are, therefore, an emotional concept which symbolizes peace and being safe and thinking that things could, one day, be alright. This is thrown into particular sharp contrast if we compare Dean’s religious beliefs to Sam’s - we know that Dean doesn’t believe in God, and therefore angels, and that he doesn’t pray. So, for him, angels really are this intimate, childish thing he’s allowed himself to cling to all these years: his mother’s voice, full of love, biding him goodnight. And when Cas shows up, it’s painfully clear that Dean takes his very existence personally, and he’s not at all happy with any part of it. Cas is important in the narrative because he sort of ‘pushes’ Dean out of his comfort zone; he challenges him, and makes him feel out of control in a life where Dean’s fought so hard to be in control at all times (because someone had to be). In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cas’ overt sexual aggressiveness was planned for exactly this reason - because Dean’s been written as bi from the start, and yet this is a part of himself he keep a tight rein over, and Cas’ behaviour very nearly shatters all that. We’ve seen Dean’s uncomfortable with being flirted at, and he’s uncomfortable with anyone being too close to him (in every sense) and Cas, in this sense, is a nuclear reaction. All those secrets Dean’s fought so hard to protect from his brother and Bobby and everyone else - now there’s someone who knows them. All of them, including what he really thinks about himself and the shameful things he did in Hell and how they made him feel. And the fact Cas was always in Dean’s personal space was partly meant, I think, to symbolize this intrusion into Dean’s mind and soul. 

(It must have been terrifying, really.)

And the thing is, out of all the possible responses Dean could have to this gobsmacking, life-changing revelation (that God exists and angels exist and one of them saved him from Hell and is now following him around), what Dean chooses to do is extremely revealing: he starts treating Cas like a human

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Office emails, decoded

I was musing on the everyday passive-aggression of business emails at work the other day after a particularly pissy back-and-forth with my least favorite coworker, in which we basically told each other to fuck off in plain view of both our bosses (who were cc’d on the whole thing), but because we did it in professional language we can get away with that. So, I decided to make a list of the most common code-words and phrases and what they really mean, for anyone entering their first white-collar business environment who might want help translating or need to know how to deliver a polite, professional “fuck you”.

  • “I’d just like to get some clarity on this/can you clarify for me” = what the fuck are you talking about/what the fuck did you do?
  • “Let’s discuss next steps” = get off your ass and make it happen you lazy shitwad.
  • “Thanks for following up with me about this” = I’m busy and I’ll get to you when I have a moment. Quit fucking riding my ass.
  • “If you need it sooner than that” = I have my own work to do; do it your damn self if it’s that urgent.
  • “What’s our timeline on this?” = I have no intention of doing that for you right now. How long can I put it off?
  • “It’s going to be challenging, but…” = do you have any fucking idea what you’re asking me to do?
  • “I see where you’re coming from” = you are so fucking wrong
  • “Would you like to take the lead on this?” = this is not my problem and I refuse to clean up your mess.
  • “Maybe we could schedule some time to discuss this over the phone” = stop avoiding me and answer the fucking question, asshole
  • “[Someone on the CC line of the email], please feel free to weigh in!” = I don’t have the authority to tell this shithead how wrong they are. Kindly step up and do it for me.
  • “It was my understanding that” = we’ve already had this conversation, please shut the fuck up
  • “Please reach out to [person]” = I’m tired of hearing you whine about this, go pester someone else for awhile.

aqlan-sannor  asked:

Do you have any idea why people are speculating sex murder party to be the next video ?

I think, though I am not sure, it has something to do with the business card Murdoc received from the moustache-man. It is, from what I can see, a meat cleaver with a heart in it hence the sex murder party. 

I don’t know, could be a truck though. I’d like to hear your opinions on this so feel free to send in suggestions or reblog with additions on here.

The song tells the story of a manipulative and jealous relationship that screams and demands for more, and more from each other. Ironically, both parties refuse to give anything real to the relationship and therefore do their best to avoid intimacy by partying, fucking and making each other jealous. 

I don’t know how that would fit the story at all but let’s not go crazy over 2doc but why was Murdoc so mad? Why did he scowl and roll his eyes at them having fun?

Is it hard to live with an autistic person?

Imagine that 97% of the people in this world were autistic.

Imagine that the vast majority of authority figures (your parents, your teachers, lawmakers, etc.) were autistic.

Imagine that you were expected to obey traditions created by autistic people, even if they made no sense to you.

Imagine that you had to act autistic in order to have any chance of making friends, getting a job, and staying out of trouble with authority figures.

Imagine that autistic people’s stereotypes about you were treated as being more accurate than your own personal experiences.

Imagine that people read textbooks written by autistic people to learn about you instead of just asking you.

Imagine that instead of people seeing your individual abilities, they labeled you as a “high functioning” or “low functioning” non-autistic based on how well you’re able to pretend to be autistic. 

Imagine that autistic people could get an immediate free pass to do whatever they wanted as long as they said “I was just kidding”, but you had to constantly watch what you say because autistic people may find it offensive.

Imagine that you were expected to be able to do something just because someone else who’s not autistic is able to do it.

Imagine that anytime you struggled with something, people didn’t believe you. Imagine that refusing to believe you was expected to be taken as a compliment.

Imagine that becoming autistic was expected to be your #1 goal in life.

Imagine that there were parents willing to risk their children dying from preventable diseases because they’re worried that vaccines would cause their children to be like you.

Imagine that society sympathized with autistic people who killed their non-autistic family members because non-autistic people are considered burdens on their families.

Now, on top of all of that, imagine that you were considered weak, sensitive, and easily offended if you wanted one place where that didn’t happen.

If we can handle all that, then you can handle living with one of us.

A Soulmate to remember chap 7

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5Chapter 6

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name 

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,863

You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”

“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”


You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”

You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”

Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”

You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”

Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”

You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“

The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”


“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”

You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”

Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”

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Symphony (M)

*Didn’t feel like posting today but I was already a day late for Hobi’s birthday…*

Word Count: 3.2 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

holy shit save me

He woke up to the smell of his favourite food, pancakes and he immediately got out of bed. There was only two occasions when he would get to savour his favourite foods, his birthday and whenever he was upset.

Looking at the calendar in the living room, it was the former. Usually he spent his birthday at home, lazing around without the complaint of his roommates and the ability to use his birthday to give himself some control. Hoseok was a passive guy, only voicing his opinion when it’s dire but he’ll go along with most things.

He feels his forearm, painfully regretting the musical tattoo Taehyung begged him to get. He was drunk and the stupid arguments Taehyung made for it sounded reasonable in that state. He had at least thanked the heavens that he didn’t get it on his ass as Taehyung suggested, saving his precious butt from ridicule when he had sex. It’s not sexy to have a giant ass treble clef on your ass.

His thoughts distracted him from his arrival into the kitchen, his hyung and roommate, Jin turning around to see him standing there. He grinned at him, Jin loved celebrating birthdays. It allowed him to make large meals and everyone in the dorm knows how much Jin loves food.

“Ah, you’re up. Happy birthday, Hobi.”

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Last Time

I saw him again
He took my breath away
Even three decades
After parting ways
I could tell it was him,
Though his wrinkles were
Deeper and multiplied 
And his hair was all grey
The same telltale twinkle
Was in his eyes

He apologized for
Ever making me cry,
How he had refused
To set me free
Forcing me to plot
My own escape
He asked if it was all right
To hug me for old time’s sake
I wrapped my arms around
His frailer frame
And told him goodbye
One last time

His name is in
The obituary today

Protection// Im Jaebum (Part 12)

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, Vampire

Summary: After being saved from an absolute stranger, you find yourself in a different world; A world you never knew existed, a world where you find yourself less protected than before.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara


Changkyun grabbed Yugyeom’s wrists tightly as Jooheon undid the shackles that confined him. Without giving him even an inch of wiggle room to try and escape, Changkyun dragged him to the middle of the floor, pushing his elbow into Yugyeom’s back and kicking him behind his knees so he would kneel down.

“Make him face his friends,” Tiffany said, lifting her head so her eyes can meet yours, “I want them to see his face as they watch him die. I want her to know that she’s the reason as to why this is happening.”

You felt a pain in your chest, as if a knife were going right through your heart. You looked at Yugyeom, his eyes already on your tiny frame as he let a soft, yet weak smile grace his lips.

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” He said softly, “I’m perfectly fine with taking the fall for you.”

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anonymous asked:

Phantom thief boys + Mishima and an S/O that is an upcoming singer (along the vocal talents of one malukah) {sorry if this is a bit odd}

It’s not odd at all! But I had to look up Malukah and I am so thankful to you for sending this because her voice sent me to heaven lolol. Thank you for sending this! Please enjoy!


  • He had no idea until he came across a flyer that displayed a picture of S/O in stunning formal attire; it was promoting their upcoming concert, which was 1,000 yen for admission.
  • Akira’s curiosity prompted him to attend their concert on the specified night, and his eyes widened and glimmered along with the stars.
  • He was speechless, and his body was frozen. It was as though S/O was the only person present at that moment, as everyone else became a blur. 
  • It was like falling in love all over again.
  • After the concert, he greets them with a smile that outmatched even the moon that was glowing down on them. “You were incredible. I can’t wait for the next one.”
  • S/O blushed. “T-the next one?”
  • Akira nodded and kissed them, the smile never leaving his face as he said, “I’m not going to miss a single one from now one.”
  • And he never did. 
  • They went out for dates after the concerts, and his face was always sore the next day from grinning so proudly.


  • Ryuji overheard some students talking about S/O.
  • “Oh my god, have you ever listened to S/O? They’re incredible!”
  • He furrowed his brow and looked S/O up on his phone. Apparently, their popularity was on the rise because of their ‘unique’ and ‘ethereal’ voice.
  • Unabating, he tapped on the link to a live video of S/O performing at a cafe.
  • He was utterly entranced, and he immediately invited them to hang out with him.
  • “So… you’re a pretty amazin’ singer, huh?” Ryuji’s tone was playful, and a bright grin had spread across his face.
  • “U-um, yeah… thank you.”
  • “Why didn’t ya tell me sooner?” Ryuji implored.
  • S/O hesitated. “You… never asked?”
  • “What kinda answer is that?!” he perplexedly asked, and he poked them in the side, provoking a squeak from them.
  • Ryuji was starstruck whenever he heard them, and he requested that S/O sing when they’re alone. 
  • He’ll have his head in their lap as they lull him to sleep with their voice.
  • Dunno what I did right to deserve someone so incredible… but I’m thankful for it.


  • He proposed that S/O visit him, as he needed fresh inspiration for a project that had nearly reached its due date.
  • They accept, and they’re at his dorm within minutes.
  • Yusuke proceeds to get to work, painting with unwavering concentration.
  • Then he began to hum. It was a tune that S/O recognized, so they joined him, matching his pitch and humming in unison.
  • When the melody had reached a crescendo, he opened his mouth to sing, and S/O mimicked him, not once faltering as they eased into a perfect harmony.
  • The two had finished their duet, and he gazed upon S/O with glistening eyes. “Astounding… you are enchanting not only in your demeanor, but your voice as well. I am quite fortunate, indeed.” 
  • S/O shyly smiled. “You’re very talented, too. Maybe I’ll have to ask you to join me in concert some time.”
  • He shook his head. “No, I couldn’t. My sole passion is art, and I can’t hold a flame to your aptitude for music. I’d be willing to assist you with rehearsal, however.” So he did.
  • When they practiced together, an ear-to-ear grin was solidified on his face, and he had no further trouble with gathering inspiration for his project.
  • On occasion, they would even dance together; one hand holding their partner’s, and the other pressing their bodies together as they glided around the room, transfixed on each other with a mystified twinkle in their eyes.


  • Mishima was already aware of S/O’s gift, and he considered himself a dedicated fan. 
  • All of their songs had been downloaded on his phone, and he frequented their livestreams. 
  • He also owned all of the video games that they were featured in.
  • Mishima still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was dating the S/O.
  • The compliments he gave to them were endless, and a pink blush was stamped on his cheeks. 
  • S/O would flush as well, flustered by all the attention. They even offered to provide him free tickets, but he refused.
  • “N-no, that’s okay! Your voice is worth the price.”
  • He was very impressed by their accomplishments and how rapidly they attained popularity.
  • “You’re amazing! Seriously, you could shake the world with your talent!”
  • When he’s strapped for money and can’t attend one of S/O’s events, they serenade him in private.
  • His eyes sparkle with wonder, and S/O’s cheeks redden every time.
  • Those private concerts were their most nerve-wracking performances. 

Originally posted by juptern

Imagine Josie inviting you to join the Pussycats

No one knew who you were. You had lived in Riverdale your whole life but had always managed to stay in the shadows. Of course, that wouldn’t last long. Especially not after Josie found out you could sing.

Your life would immediately change as you’d suddenly be thrown into the glitz, glamour, and sinister secrets that the small town of Riverdale had to offer.

You had not made your public debut with the Pussycats yet. There had been whisperings, rumors that the Pussycats had a new member, but no one knew who it was.

Josie had been pushing you and the rest of the band to do your best. ’We have to show them were good. We have to be amazing in order to get to the top. ’ That meant after school practices in order to prepare for the upcoming football game.

There was one particular day where you had decided to stay even later than the rest of the Pussycats. Yes, you were in the band but that could change in a matter of seconds. You had to prove to Josie that you had what it takes to be a part of it.

Glancing up at the clock, you noticed it was almost seven. Eyes widening, you rushed to gather all your stuff and bolted out of the music room. You had to be home by seven. Arms full of books, you didn’t notice where you were going until you crashed into a wall.

At least you thought it was a wall until you heard a loud groan. You had crashed into a boy, effectively dropping your things in the process.

“I’m sorry!” You blurted. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

The boy chuckled, sitting up as you gathered your stuff once again.

“Who are you and what are you doing here so late?” The boy questioned.

You stuttered over your words, standing up and finally saying a quick ’Nothing! I’m sorry. ’ and running off once more, leaving the boy on the ground.

Jughead pushed himself up into a sitting position, reaching out for the small object you had left behind.

“Hey! Girl!“ he called out after you. “You left your…glasses.”

Sighing to himself, he stood up and walked away, telling himself he’d just give you your glasses the next day.

But the next day came. And so did the next. And so did the next. And he couldn’t find you anywhere in school.

He had asked all around, yet nobody knew who you were, not even Kevin who always seemed to know everything about everybody in town. He had asked B & V, who had shrugged and shaken their heads. He had asked Archie, who had ever heard of a girl matching your description. Jughead was beginning to think you were a figment of his imagination, created by his lack of sleep.

He had been talking with Archie and Betty when Valerie, Josie, and Melody came up to their small group.

“Have you found her yet Jug?” Betty asked.

“No,” Jughead replied. He couldn’t find you and it was frustrating. He couldn’t understand why he was so intent on finding you. He didnt even know you.

“Ohh mysterious,” said Valerie as she came up behind Archie. “Another missing person?”

Archie snorted. “More like Jug trying to find some mysterious girl who bolted away from him.”

Jughead shot him a glare before turning to the Pussycats. “You guys wouldn’t happen to know this girl would you?” He asked, giving them a description of your appearance.

Their eyes all widened. Of course they knew you, you were their newest member. They exchanged glances before Melody spoke up. “Actually Jughead-”

“Maybe we do, maybe we don’t,” Josie interrupted. She gave the two other Pussycats a meaningful look. “But you should definitely consider going to the game Friday night.”

Jughead glanced at her suspiciously as she walked away.

“What was that about?” He questioned.

Valerie sighed. “Listen, Jughead, just go to the game Friday night.”

She walked off with Melody.

Jughead turned to his friends, who simply shrugged and walked off to class, leaving him to ponder Josie’s words.


Friday came a lot quicker than you expected, and you were feeling nervous. It would be your first time performing and you couldn’t mess this up.

You were also still feeling a bit shocked from what had happened the other evening. You had crashed into Jughead Jones. The most intimidating person you knew.

And you had lost your glasses. This week was not going well for you.

“Alright Pussycats, listen up!” Josie said, effectively grabbing your attention. “Tonight is the night. We’re introducing a new Pussycat and we’re going to show everybody that we are amazing at what we do.”

You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins as you guys huddled in and group hug before running out onto the football field.

You stood nervously next to Josie, not paying attention to Cheryl, who had introduced you guys. You were snapped out of your daze by Melody, who had begun drumming the best of the song. Looking out towards the crowd, you were suddenly glad you had lost your glasses. It meant that you couldn’t see the crowd properly and instantly, your nerves became somewhat settled.

You took a deep breath as you and Josie began to sing. You couldn’t mess up now.


Jughead’s attention was caught by you. His mouth gaped open as he watched you on stage as you sung. How could he have not noticed you before?

It was official. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, Jughead knew you had caught his interest the moment you ran into him in the hallway. The fact that you were a complete mystery had just added onto his intrigue.

His leg shook nervously throughout the game. He was going to talk to you and he couldn’t calm his nerves.

He stood up as Archie, Betty, and Veronica approached him, Kevin trailing behind.

“Pop’s?” Questioned Archie.

Jughead nodded dumbly, having spotted you walking away from the field with Josie.

“Uh yeah, you guys go ahead. I have to do something real quick,” he replied, running off to catch up with you.

Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all exchanged meaningful glances while Archie just stared after him in confusion before shaking his head and walking off.


Both you and Josie stopped at the sound. As you turned, you froze in fear. It was Jughead.

“Jughead,” Josie said, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at you. “I see you came to the game.”

Jughead chuckled. “Yeah, I decided to take you advice.”

Smirking at you once more, Josie turned to Jughead. “Well I hope you enjoyed out performance. I have to get going, my mom needs me. I’ll see you two on Monday.”

You were engulfed in awkward silence as she left.

“I uh, I think these belong to you,” Jughead stated, holding out a familiar pair of glasses. “I meant to give them back to you sooner but I couldn’t find you.”

You reached out to take your glasses from him, your hands shaking due to his close proximity. “Th-thanks Jughead.”

You cursed yourself mentally for stuttering as you slipped them on, your vision instantly becoming clearer.

“Well…thanks for returning them,” you said weakly, turning around and walking off whilst mentally berating yourself for being so awkward.

“Hey, wait!”

Your footsteps sped up in an effort to get as far away as possible from the beanie clad boy. It didn’t work.

“You were really good up there,” Jughead said as he caught up with you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled back.

“So anyways,” Jughead said nervously. “To make up for that little incident a few days ago, how about I take you to Pop’s to make up for it?”

Your eyes widened as you immediately refused. “Oh no thanks. I really should be getting home.”

“I insist. My treat.”

You felt yourself respond with the words you dreaded so much. “Ok, sure.”

You just couldn’t pass up free food.


On the walk to Pop’s, you felt yourself become more relaxed around Jughead as you guys talked about nothing and everything that your conversation had to offer.

Jughead could feel his nerves melting away. The girl that walked beside him was a mystery that he knew would keep his attention a lot longer than the murder investigation ever would.

He couldn’t help himself from noticing every little thing she did. From tucking her hair behind her ear, to pushing her glasses up every time they slid down her nose, even to the way that she’d stumbled a bit every time she laughed. He couldn’t tell it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

You had been wrong. Jughead Jones was not in fact very intimidating at all. He was as normal as could be, with his sarcastic remarks that never failed to make you laugh. You had misjudged him, and for that, you felt guilty.

And as you both entered Pop’s, you knew it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

And so did Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin, who began shipping you two as soon as you passed the booth they were sitting in.


Once again just a little thing I came up with. I’ll be writing these short little works until I get enough free time to actually use my laptop do finish up requests so I’m very sorry to everyone who has requested, THEY WILL BE UP SOON I SWEAR.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed :)


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Things Never Sent (Ashton Irwin)


loosely based on an imagine i’ve written before


You peeked around the corner, finding only one boy standing at his locker. You took a deep breath – you’d been trying to work up the courage to ask Ashton Irwin to the school dance that was coming up, but you always chickened out at the last minute. But not this time. This time, you were determined not to back down.

Before you realized what you were doing, your legs were taking you down the hallway. There was a moment where you almost walked past him, but you stopped yourself, stopping once you were beside him.

“A-Ashton…” you stuttered, making the brunette jump.

Ashton was the school’s nerd, and no one ever really approached him unless it was to make fun of him. And when he turned his head and saw you, his eyes widened slightly. You were part of the popular crowd – you had been ever since middle school – so he was understandably shocked to see you standing there. You weren’t one of the people who ever made fun of him, but you weren’t someone who ever really initiated conversation either.

“Will… Will you go to the dance with me…?” you finally asked.

Ashton looked at you quizzically for a moment, which obviously worried you. Maybe he already had a date or maybe he was surprised that a popular girl was asking him or maybe he just didn’t like you. But the question that left his mouth in response to yours only confused you even more.

“Di-Didn’t you already ask me?” he wondered.

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Hold up. Okay so I saw a post about how in the trailer there’s a wormhole and the next shot features Lance falling into some abyss type shit after like sacrificing himself and how that could be related to what Jearmy said about Lance dying and whatnot. And then I saw this photo and thought “what if this shot is after Lance supposedly dies after sacraficing himself to save the team and Black is just fed up with all of the teams shit because they lost their Paladin and now they’ve lost Blue and her Paladin and they lie down and just refuse to do anything.”
-I came up with this theory in like 3 minutes, feel free to add to my madness-

anonymous asked:

It doesn't seem to matter how much I'm on this website, I still get taken aback by people claiming Regulus did more for the war than Snape because he stole a locket and then died?? He literally did the bare minimum and Snape spent years doing the dirty work that nobody else could or wanted to. Nobody bats an eye over Regulus saving his house elf but Snape doing it for someone he cared for makes them froth at the mouth, it's so stupid.

dude i cannot agree MORE

i think what infuriates me is that regulus is literally a minor character that shows up really briefly in book six & seven, has zero scenes and no real lines, we know NOTHING about him…. and yet people are more ready and willing to jump in and defend him than they are a character that is fully fleshed out over seven books. 

and i get that regulus is a clean slate and people don’t see him doing problematic things so it’s easier to pretend that he doesn’t, but he was a death eater!!!! he also joined up!!!! his and snape’s story arcs are ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME….. they both join, they both leave for personal reasons. regulus ALSO didn’t leave the death eaters until someone he loved was threatened, but people will crow about that and then turn around and wonder if snape’s defection really means anything bc he did for lily. 

they are literally almost exactly the same. (except regulus probably grew up in a cushy and potentially loving home so he has more options & less of a reason to join the de……… but w/e) the BIGGEST difference is that regulus’ efforts to bring down voldemort are wasteful and, ultimately, do more harm than good whereas snape is instrumental in bringing him down and probably the biggest cause for him failing other than harry. but sure, regulus should be the Slytherin Hero. okay.

Barbie as The Princess and The Pauper Sentences


“All my life I’ve always wanted to have one day just for me.”
“What do you think I’m running here, a cabaret?”
“Keep laughing, you’ll be working for me for another 37 years.”
“What would it be like to be free?”
“You would think that I’m so lucky that I have so many things.”
“Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.”


“What better husband could a princess choose?”
“I’ll wear the crown, for how can I refuse?”
“All hail me!”
“This peasant’s son wont turn and run!”
“The moment that I get back, I will show them who’s the boss.”


“You’re always free to begin again.”
“When you find the place that your heart belongs, you’ll never leave.” 
“You and I will always be celebrating life together.”
“You’ll find destiny is written in your heart.”


“It’s cold and wet.”
“In my head I’m back in bed, snuggled up and sleeping late.”
“I’d rather be in my library reading science books all day.”
“We take responsibility, we carry through, do what we need to do.” 


“Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud.”
“Never show a thing you feel inside.”
“Speak and be clever, never at a loss for words.”


“Something in your throat?”
“I can see it when you’re feeling low, you can’t hide that from me.”
“You should change your point of view.”
“There is not one hair of you that I would rearrange.”


“Will I be the one you choose?”
“Can you tell my heart is speaking? My eyes will give you clues.”
“What you see may be deceiving, truth lies underneath the skin.”
“In my heart, I’d be glad if you loved me for me.”


“You’re like this rock. Unassuming on the outside but a treasure within.”
“You do love disguises, don’t you.”
“I’ve got dirt on my bum!”

The Perfect Dish (3)

Ten x Rose restaurateur/food critic AU

Word count: 834 |  All Ages (for now)  |  Part 3/?  |  Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

Chapter summary:  John and Jack begin to make plans, and Rose tells all to her readers.

“See?  What did I tell you.”  This time it was John’s turn to shove his phone under the nose of his friend.

Jack quickly scanned the email conversation.  “Huh…” he said, genuinely surprised.  “Wow.”

John scowled.  “Wow?  That’s all you can say?  After your speech about the world of culinary criticism?”

“Hey, I stand by my original statement.  Just ‘cause the Chippie Chickadee doesn’t fit the mold doesn’t mean the mold doesn’t exist.”

John rolled his eyes.  “Whatever. Anyway, I need you to help me plan the evening.  I’ve got the perfect dish in mind, but I want everything about the experience to be on point.”

Jack raised an eyebrow.  “'On point’? What is this, a date?”

“What?  No!”  John felt his cheeks color.  “For god’s sake, I don’t even know what she looks like. She might be an 80 year old woman.”


“Stop it.  Will you help me?”

“Sure.  Whatcha need?”

“I need you to take Donna on a date.”

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Cheesy AF Bucky Barnes Imagine

Requested: No,(Would be cool if someone would request one though)

Word Count: Not a Clue, 

Character: Bucky,(Female) Y/N, little bit of Steve, Wanda and Clint. 

Fandom: Avengers

Prompt: #42 You heard nothing.

Overview: Bucky overhears Wanda and (Y/N) discussing (Y/N)s feelings for him

Y/N can manipulate Ice and her appearance has chanced as such. (Roll with it)

Y/N= Your Name

Y/H/L=Your hair length

Y/F/R= Your favorite restaurant

“I’m just saying Steve, how likely is it that a babe like Y/N would have feelings for me” Bucky asked his best friend as they walked down the hall towards the training room.

“I trust Wanda, and it can’t hurt to at least ask her out. Everyone knows she likes food, its unlikely that she’ll refuse dinner.” Steve told him, nudging him slightly with his shoulder.

“I think that hurts more than being rejected, just being a means of free food.”

“Just ask her. 20 dollars says she agrees because of you.”

“Fine, when I get back, you’ll be paying for lunch.” Bucky agreed, shaking his friends hand and walking to the door of the training room. He paused by the doorway, when he heard her voice, icy but breathless. He could almost imagine how she looked, Y/H/L tied up out of her face and white eyes narrowed as she spared against Wanda. Her breath released as faint steam.

“It’s not like he likes me back Wanda.” She gasped out, dodging another punch. He peeked in to find her just as he described, only also covered in sweat that was slowly freezing on her ever frigid skin. He wondered for a moment, how her hands might feel in his. How her soft fingers might feel entwined with his. He wondered about her favorite food, favorite movie, and if he’d ever see it with her.

“Oh please, you’re a babe. I don’t know who you’re talking about but he probably likes you.” Clint said from the other side of the room.

“Shut up Clint. Suck up.” Y/N laughed. “Come on Wanda, lets break.” The pair made their way to Clint who was sat on one of the benches. 

”She’s talking about James. I say, he’s probably waiting right now to as her out.” Wanda explained.

“Unlikely.” Y/N sang. Bucky took a breath to steel his nerves and prepared to enter.

“Oh he so is.” Clint told her.

“Whose so what?” Bucky asked, feigning ignorance as he entered the room. Y/N turned to him, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“How much of that did you hear?” She asked, unwrapping her hands.  

“Nothing, just the last bit.” He lied, effortlessly.

You heard nothing?” She confirmed.

“Not a thing.”

“So to what do we owe the pleasure?” Wanda asked, basically telling him she knew he was lying.

“I came to talk to Y/N. Over here maybe?” He gestured away from her friends. She followed him, crossing her arms over her chest when he turned to her. “Um, I was uh, wondering…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.  

“You can ask me anything. You know that Buck.” She smiled softly, laying an hand on his actual arm.

“Would you like to go to dinner with me? I can take you to whatever your favorite place is.” He asked sheepishly.

“I’d love to, how could I say no to food.” She grinned, then added with a shrug, “Or you.”

“HA. TOLD YOU. 20 BUCKS BARNES PAY UP!” Cap yelled from the other side of the glass the pair hadn’t realized they were standing next to.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Bucky sighed. 

A/N Hope you enjoyed. Feel free to request some yourself and tell me if this should become a series.


A/N : I’m back from dealing w. life 😪 I’ll be making a post later talking about this series. Hope you enjoy ❤

The sun washed through the windows of your Seoul apartment, landing on your sleeping face. When you felt the warmth tickle your nose, you stirred, your eyelids fluttering open. You blinked once. Twice. And looked over at the man beside you. His soft black locks fallen into his eyes, lips slightly parted as he mumbled to himself. A smile graced your face as you watched him. You reached up to caress his face, thinking to yourself about how anyone could be as cute as he was. You layed there for nearly half an hour before you remember today the two of you were to meet your parents for brunch. You hurriedly sat up and glanced at the clock. 9:15. Good, you still had time.

You walked over to the cracked curtains and threw them open. Behind you Yoongi groaned then looked at the time. “God Y/N it’s only a little after 9, close the curtains,”. You giggled at his anger as he threw a pillow at you. “We have to meet my mom for brunch today remember?”. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stretched, “Crap, that was today wasn’t it,”. You doubled over in laughter suddenly, causing him to look at you in confusion. Between sob-like laughs you told him how ridiculous his bed hair looked. Yoongi pressed his lips into a line and flipped you off. “See, I was about to come kiss you good morning but now I don’t think I want to,”. And then he stalked off to the shower. Whining, you shuffled after him. “Awww, come on~”.

Brunch was pleasant, the conversation very lively and humorous. It always pleased you to witness the way Yoongi got along with your parents so sweetly. He went fishing with your dad quite often and even had enough patience tol learn knitting with your mom, which he now secretly enjoyed.

“By the way,” your mom said distracting you from your thoughts, “your father and I won a free three night stay at a resort in Pocheon. We wanted to give it to you two,”. You loved Pocheon, and your mom knew this. But you thought about Yoongi and how busy he is, so you shook your head. “No mom, you two you should go,”. She waved her hand dismissing your protest. “Your father and I are getting too old to go exploring. Besides, my grandchild could come any moment; I refuse to leave,” she said referring to your oldest brother’s third child, who was due this month.

Turning to Yoongi, she asked, “Will you go?”. You were about to ask your mother to stop when Yoongi shocked you and said, “Sure. Y/N you really want to go don’t you? We don’t have a schedule for the next few weeks anyway, so let’s do it,”. You squealed and threw your arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. “OH MY GOD THANK YOU YOONGI!”. A blush arose on his cheeks as he tried to hold back a smile, “Yah, stop being so loud we’re not at home,” he quietly scolded you. Remembering where you were, you became embarrassed, looking at your parents who were watching you both sweetly. “You know, you two can make us a grandchild while you’re there,” your mom said in a matter-of-fact tone. “MOM!” you cried earning some glares from nearby tables.

~~~~ A week later ~~~~

Yoongi hummed quitely and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. You looked at him and blushed, butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t believe you would have him to yourself for the next 3 days. He made sure to spend time with you, even if it was just coming home early to hold you while you slept. But trips with Yoongi were rare and you usually only accompanied him on trips when he was going somewhere for a filming. So it made you giddy with excitement that he would take off to spend time with you. You made sure to tell him how happy you were and he brushed it off, cooly saying that it was his job to keep you happy.

Now the both of you were driving to Pocheon, listening to music and making conversation. He held your hand telling you about new things he was working on, and you telling him stories from your childhood. The two of you talked so much, the drive was over before you knew it. The moment he entered Pocheon, your face was glued to the window taking in the scenery. A couple ‘ooo’s and ‘ahh’s left your lips as you passed a waterfall and laid your eyes on the extensive forests. He chuckled to himself, finding your excitement so adorable he wanted to cuddle you then and there. But he had to settle for silently holding your hand. When he pulled into the resort parking lot, you looked at it in awe. The resort was huge and beautifully structured and the landscaping made it even more unbelievable.

Grabbing your luggage wasn’t hard seeing how you and Yoongi used one suitcase only full with bathing suits, underwear, and other essentials. You wanted to shop while here so here so you didn’t bother to pack clothes— you’d end up wearing the new ones anyway. After he got the suitcase and closed the trunk, you followed him inside to the front desk. “Checking in?” the woman asked in a friendly voice. Yoongi nodded. “What’s the name on the reservation?”. “Min,”. She nodded then looked up. “3 nights in the Penthouse suite correct?”. “Yes,”. Your eyes widened in shock. When you were walking away, you whispered to Yoongi, “Penthouse suite?! I thought it was just a regular room”. It was supposed to be a regular room, but Yoongi had upgraded your room. He figured if you guys were going to have a trip alone for the first time, he was going to pull out all the stops; besides, he had a mission on this trip.

When he opened the door to the room, you jaw dropped so far you thought you wouldn’t be able to pick it up. It was bigger than most apartments and decorated in an extremely lush manner. The living room was adorned in shades of red, gold, gray, and white. Fluffy white carpet was beneath an expensive looking coffee table, beside a gray suede couch. Red chairs sat on both sides of the couch and a huge sparkling chandelier sat overhead. The room had so much detail you couldn’t imagine how much time an interior decorator had spent doing it all. The color scheme followed through the entire penthouse and you spent the next 15 minutes running around it while Yoongi threw himself on the bed in the bedroom and turned on the TV.

The bedroom was the last place you explored and by time you reached it, he seemed to be fast asleep. You gazed at him before deciding to leave him be and check out the bathroom. It was HUGE and had a hot tub at the far side of it with an enormous lion head faucet. “OH MY GOD THIS PLACE IS AMAZING!”. You jumped when you heard his voice behind you. “I know right. Imagine the things we could do in there,” he whispered in your ear, warm breath sending a chill up your spine. You blushed and your heart sped up a little at the thought of him taking you in so many different places around the suite. He kissed your neck softly and you let your head fall back against him to give him more access. Chuckling against your skin, he slowly pulled away with a smirk. “Sorry sweetheart, but that will have to wait. Don’t you want to look around?”.

Yoongi left you standing there, embarrassed and frustrated, having been turned on just by those few,small touches. When you got outside, Yoongi pulled out a guide he had gotten from the front desk. “Looks like there’s a small neighborhood near. We can take a walk  around there. And then we can go shopping. Let’s not take in all the scenery today, or else we won’t have anything to see the next two days,”. He took your hand and started down a country road that led to the neighborhood. You blushed at how kind he was being. Yoongi wasn’t one to be overly romantic so he settled for subtle actions to show you love but you understood that part of him. It was actually something you found super cute and enjoyed seeing.

While you two walked through the neighborhood, you admired the picturesque little houses painted bright colors with flower beds in front. There was one particular house that was off by itself where the street branched off. It was two stories high and white with an immaculate yard. There was a couple and what seemed to be their 2 children playing with a dog. They were spraying each other with a garden hose, taking turns chasing and running from the dog.

You slowly came to a halt, gazing dreamily at the family. Noticing your lack of movement, Yoongi looked at you, then followed your gaze to the family. Having a family was a big dream of yours and you often discussed it with Yoongi, who wanted a child himself, but felt he wasn’t ready for such a responsibility yet. He moved closer to you. “One day, this will be us.. I promise I won’t make you wait too long,” he said with a soft look in his eyes. You finally decided to tease him about how soft he was being lately.

“As cute as this is, what are you up to Min Yoongi? You haven’t made a single smart mouthed comment or teased me all day. What’s going on?”. A startled look flashed across his before he put up a poker face and dropped your hand. “Fine, if you want me to be mean I will,” Yoongi said walking away. He may act like that but after being with Yoongi for 5 years now, you knew he was just embarrassed. You ran after him and wrapped your hands around his back. “Awwwww no, I take it back~!” you whined.

Later that night, you and Yoongi took a ride on a yacht, just the two of you. The wine you had sipped on had given you a slight buzz. You were sitting on Yoongi’s lap; the conversation had died out and now the two of you sat quitely staring at the moon. The only light was the moonlight that washed over the both of you. The beating of the waves against the boat was slightly louder than the music that played softly from the yacht’s stereo system. Yoongi stroked your thigh absently, admiring the moment. Your relationship had been on his mind lately. He had known years ago that you were the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, still he wasn’t ready for marriage then. However, these past few months all he could imagine was forever waking up to you, forever hearing the way you accidently snort when you laugh, forever being dragged into doing things he would never do for anyone else but loving it in the end. He thought about all the small things he loved about you. The way your eyebrows creased and you bit your lip when you focused. The way you tangled your legs with his when you cuddled with him. The way your face lit up when you tasted something delicious. And while he thought about these things, he realized there was no point in waiting anymore — no, he COULDN’T wait anymore. And this trip happened to give him a perfect opportunity.

The song that now came through the speakers brought him back from his thoughts. It was a slow song that you often played at night while you two sat in bed at 3 am just enjoying each other’s presence. The song had become a favorite of yours and when you heard it, you got up and began to dance by yourself. He watched you with a dazed smile, fingering the ring in his pocket. Laughing, hair blowing gently in the wind, you seemed to be the only thing in the world at that moment. Everything else disappeared as he watched you. And when you began to spin, you seemed to move in slow motion. Wind pulling at your hair and clothes, moon light washing over your face. And just like that he knew, he definitely could not wait.

Yoongi strode over to you, pulling you close and kissing you breathless. When he finished, he looked you in the eyes. “For a long time now, I’ve known that you were the one for me. I never want you to look at anyone else the way you look at me, and I want to start a family with you someday. I want to witness all the little things you do, like the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh or the way you hug me from behind after you’ve teased me. I want everything. But I only want it with you. I’m not good at expressing my feelings… I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to say this for a while. (Y/N), please marry me,”. Tears that had formed in your eyes in the middle of his speech had began to fall. Everything he said, and everything he didn’t say; you understood exactly just how deep it was for him. You tried to contain your emotions so that you could speak but to no avail.

Nodding frantically, you sobbed a ‘yes’ and he gave you a gummy smile, beginning to get emotional himself. Although he tried to hold back, a tear silently slipped down his face as he pulled the ring from his pocket and slipped it unto your hand. Gathering you in his arms, Yoongi whispered into your ear “I love you” as the two of you stood there underneath the moonlight.