it was made so many times already

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Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

My favorite things in a fanfiction

• When one sits on the others lap for any non-sexual reason.
• One of them is cooking and the other wraps their arms around their waist.
• Comfort cuddles
• When one of them is insecure and the other refuses to let them think of themselves that way.
When one of them is an angry ball of rage and will only be calm and happy when their s/o is around.
• Band AUs.
Kissing and then being picked up so their legs are wrapped around the others waist.
One of them is a jock and will always give their team jacket to the other.
• 5 + 1 (these depend on the topic).
• Comfort during an anxiety/panic attack.
• Coffeeshop AUs.
• Morning cuddling.
College AUs
Small one wearing tall one’s clothes.
When one of them is asexual and the other one hundred percent respects that and will do anything to make them feel comfortable.
• Sick fics.
• Saying “I love you” without directly saying it.
High school AUs.
• Friends playing matchmaker.
• Falling for the best friends brother/sister
• WHEN NEITHER OF THEM DIE.
• Youtuber AUs.
• One is a cinnamon roll that needs protection and the other is a brutal rebel and if anyone hurts their cinnamon roll they will destroy them (if you’re familar with my posts, you know how much I love this one).
• Meeting the parents and the parents are so accepting of the relationship.
• Friends noticing hickies and embarrassment ensues.
• Saying their first “I love you”.
• Height difference cuteness where one of them is super short and their s/o will always pick them up to make them eye level.
• When they get locked in and that forces them to confess.
• Sloppy make outs.
When the relationship is already established.
When one of them is scared to fall in love but ends up loving the other too much and so when they kiss for the first time they just say “fuck it” and freaking go for it.

• (since I keep seeing people add it and I enjoy it on occasion as well) Fake dating. 

And that’s it so far. I’ll most likely add more to this list later. Feel free to add your own. : )

Also I made this to help out any struggling fanfic writers.
just Dissociation™ things
  • *puts on music* “who the fuck put on this music”
  • getting startled by sounds you make yourself
  • “who is X” “we went over this four times already you know who they are”
  • *has memory of doing thing**thing is Not Done*
  • *has no memory of doing thing**thing is Done*
  • how??
  • did i really do this or did i just think really hard about doing it
  • i remember putting thing There but it is not There so i just made the whole thing up
  • “haha funny joke””i told that like ten minutes ago”
  • “how many songs are there between X and Y song on this playlist?”
  • 10. i missed ten whole songs
  • “i don’t need to write this down i can remember it” i am booboo the fool
  • when you lose control of like half your body like can you not??? i’m trying to move here
  • when you lose control right in the middle of something but you can’t stop, so you’re just on auto-pilot like “i hope no one notices i am a Fraud”
#Fill The Train 2

A month ago, I made this post, urging the fanart community at large to watch and make art of Infinity Train, and post it under the tag #Fill The Train in order to make the tag a lot less empty. I would reblog and promote each artist who participated, and gather all of the art in one big post.

It was a resounding success, with many artists creating great pieces and turning the tag lively.

But now the tag is getting quiet again, so it’s time to revitalize it once more.

Please, if you haven’t already, watch the Infinity Train pilot. It’s only 8.5 minutes of your time, and it’s really good.

Now, this Fill The Train is the same as the last one. Post original art to the #Infinity Train and #Fill The Train tags and I will reblog them and compile them into a big post.

However, this time there’s an optional theme.

While drawings of Tulip, One-One and Corginia are great, I’d really like to see your original content. Got an original character that would fit to the Infinity Train universe? A new species or robot? You want to design your own train car with its own puzzles and environment? Go for it.

You have until April 6th to submit your art to the tag. Afterwards I will compile another promo post for all of the artists.

Thank you for helping me bring attention to a great show, and good luck.

Baby Girl (Jungkook/Reader)

Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx

Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au

Words: 3.5K+

Author: Admin Nan

Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door. 

Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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Bad Things- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: Just glimpses in to Jughead and Reader’s relationship. Heavily based off of the song “Bad Things” by Camila Cabello and Machine gun Kelly because I’m a total slut for that bop

Warnings: SIN SIN SIN SIN SO MUCH SIN IM A SINNER, Swearing, implied smut, actual descriptive smut like guys this is kinda intense.

I DID IT OKAY I SINNED FOR Y’ALL

(Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with Jughead Jones smut then Do.Not.Read. This is literal actual smut intended for the Riverdale Tv Show version of Jughead Jones portrayed by Cole Sprouse, as all my other fics are. If you are offended or do not like this kind of stuff, then just keep scrolling. This is requested by my followers and I won’t deny it or not do it simply because a few other people don’t like it.)


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“Am I outta my head, am I outta my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like.”


It was the little things about him that always had me craving him. The veins along his wrists, when his jaw was clenched. The little hints of curls that poked out of his gray beanie, almost as if they were begging to see the light of day. The frame of his body was probably my favorite part. I had never been attracted to buff men, particularly guys like my friend Archie Andrews. He was a whole different story though. He was tall and lean, almost comparing to the body of a track runner, but his body was still toned in all of the right places, and he was certainly strong enough to carry me up my stairs to my bedroom. Jughead Jones made me think the most sinful things, and I couldn’t ever stop. I’m just lucky that the feeling is mutual.

“Y/n?Did you just hear a thing I said?” My best friend Veronica looked at me expectantly, her eyebrows raised and looking frustrated with me. Truthfully, I hadn’t heard a thing she said. I was too busy focusing my attention on something more…interesting.

Jughead Jones had started out as a friend. That’s how they all did, right? We had four classes together, and mutual friends, so of course, we grew incredibly close over time.Eventually, it became something more The boy stared back at me, his blue eyes piercing through mine and in to my head, almost reading my thoughts. I saw as he mouthed a simple word “tonight” and I gave him a slight nod, biting my lip in response.

“Sorry V, she’s too focused on her loverboy.” Archie taunted me, passing by us and to his friend, knocking shoulders with him. Jughead blushed slightly, not moving from his position on the lockers, his arms crossed over him. I could fix that.

I strutted over, my hips moving a little more than they usually do. Jughead uncrossed his arms and they immediately went to my waist once I reached him, pulling me in to his body that was still against the lockers. I leaned up, pressing my lips to his quickly before the bell rang. I broke apart from my boyfriend, my hand sliding down his shirt slowly. I pulled away, winking at him before strutting off. I didn’t even have to turn around to know his eyes were on me, watching my every step.



“No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I only wanna do bad things to you.”



Jughead and I had been together for a good six months before we got in to our first fight. He always had his nose shoved in to his laptop, and I got no attention from him anymore, and I was angry. I had waited a while for him to notice, and he never did, so I took matters in to my own hands.

My boyfriend sat at a stool in my kitchen, his hands in his hair and his laptop in front of him, His beanie long forgotten on the counter. If I wasn’t so pissed at him, I might have offered to release some of that tension, but I wasn’t in a giving mood that day. I slammed the laptop shut, my eyes glaring at him. Jughead looked up at me with a confused look.

“Forsythe, do you remember why I invited you over?” I asked him, my eyebrow cocked while I waited to his answer. His mouth opened slightly, trying to string together something and drawing up a blank. I scoffed, shaking my head and walking away.

“Baby, wait-” Jughead hopped off the stool, following me out of the room.

“Jughead, I asked you to come over because I wanted to spend time with you!! Not so I could watch you on your laptop the whole time! I just want some of you to myself!is that too much?”

“You know how important this novel is to me, y/n-”

“ I know that! But I should be more important!” I shouted. I didn’t care if I sounded selfish. I was pissed.

“ Of course you’re more important! What kind of question is that?!” Jughead looked at me like I was ridiculous and I shook my head.

“Really? Because sometimes it feels like you would choose that book over me if it came down to it.” I crossed my arms, my foot tapping against the hardwood floor. Jughead’s face fell, and the anger on his face was replaced with a sad look.

“That is not true, that is not true at all, I would always choose you.” Jughead closed the gap between us, his arms wrapping around my waist. I pushed him away slightly, my hands on his chest.


“Prove it.” I spoke bravely, my tone of voice becoming different.


Everything happened relatively quickly from there.Jughead’s hands went around my back, lifting me so my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his fingers wrapping around the backs of my thighs. His mouth was on mine and I felt my back hit the wall. Jughead’s lips went to my neck, sucking harshly at the skin until purple bruises adorned it. My hands went to his sweater, almost ripping the fabric just to get it off of him.

“ My room,” I panted, my hands tangled in Jughead’s hair while he sucked harshly at the collarbone peeking out of my tank top. He adjusted my body that was wrapped around his before making his way to the stairs, carrying me up them. I felt my back hit my mattress and Jughead was on top of me, his legs on either side of my waist and his hands already under my shirt. His had already been tossed over a chair in my room.

I flipped us over so I was on top,grinding my lower body in to his. Jughead let out a low groan, his head tilting upwards at the contact. My hands made quick work unbuckling his belt, pulling it off of him quickly and unbuttoning his jeans. Jughead looked at me impressed.

“No matter how many times you do that, I’m still pretty shocked at your skillwork.” Jughead’s arms went behind his head, a smirk now on his face.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” I taunted, my hands going behind my back.

I unclasped my bra, tossing it across my room somewhere. Jughead sat up quickly, his mouth already on my chest, littering my body with hickeys. He flipped us over again so he was in control, and pressed open mouth kisses down my stomach to my hips, his fingers curling under my sweatpants and dragging the waistband down and off of me. My breath hitched in my throat when I felt his lips on my thigh, leaving light little kisses up them until his mouth was over the fabric of my underwear. My back arched off the mattress at the feeling, my fingers gripping the sheets until my knuckles turned white. Jughead hooked two of his digits in to the side of my underwear, pulling them slowly down my thighs.

“Jug… Jug please.” I begged, not really in the mood to take things slow. Jughead pulled the fabric down the rest of my legs, and they went flinging in an unknown direction of the bedroom.Jughead’s head dipped down, and I was breathing intensely, my hands going to his hair and tangling in to the strands, gripping tightly.




“We’re both wild, and the nights young, and you’re my drug.”




Parties weren’t Jughead’s thing, but Cheryl was in fact now a part of our gang, and it was only fair to at least make an appearance. So, on Saturday night, I was getting dressed and ready to go to her party. I wore a simple blue dress a gold belt with a bow around my waist, and some black ankle boots. Veronica and Betty laid on my bed, chatting amongst the two of them while I finished my makeup. I was finishing my lipstick when Archie and Jughead walked in to my door, both of them surprisingly having smiles on their faces.

Jughead made his way towards me immediately, pressing a kiss to my temple and standing behind me, his arms wrapping loosely around my shoulders. I looked at him through my vanity mirror, blowing a kiss at him, and he blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Are you almost ready y/n?” Betty sighed exasperatedly. She say up from the bed, smoothing out her romper, and Veronica wrapped her an arm around her waist, leaning her head against her girlfriends shoulder

“Oh, Bets, let the poor girl take her time. It’s always classier to be fashionably late.” Veronica pressed a kiss to the shell of Betty’s ear and her face went red.

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We arrived on time to the party and everyone split up, Betty and Veronica dancing, Archie talking to Valerie, and my back to Jughead’s chest as we sunk in to a corner of the room, to have some privacy. His arms were around my waist, holding my tightly to his body while he pressed kisses to my neck, whispering incredibly sinful things about what he would be doing to me right this minute had we not been at Cheryl’s house.

I know that Jughead would have rather been at my house tonight, cuddled in to each other on my couch watching a movie, or just talking and being in each other’s presence, or even trying out some of the things he had been whispering to me. I felt a little sympathetic for him, but I knew just the way to cheer him up.

I turned around, my hands slipping in to his, and I pulled him towards the middle of the room. An upbeat song was playing and everybody was dancing and jumping around. Jughead huffed, not wanting to go, but I knew he wouldn’t resist if I tried hard enough.

I finally got him to the middle of the room, my hands lacing with his, my back pressed against his chest as my hips swayed back and forth to the music. I could feel Jughead was tense, so I gave him a little incentive by pushing my lower body in to his slightly, and I heard his breath shudder a bit before he was moving his body against mine and his lips were on my neck.

“we should go back to your place."Jughead whispered, his lips brushing against my skin. I tilted my neck so he could have easier access, taking his hands in mine and running them down the sides of my body. With the way his body was moving against mine, and all the things he had been sharing with me earlier, it would be an understatement to say I was worked up. I grabbed his hand again, weaving through the crowds and shouting a goodbye to Betty and Veronica before starting the trek to my house. Jughead and I walked hand in hand, slowing down every once in a while to kiss each other.


"When we get home, you’re in for it.”

“Oh, I know.”




“And you keep me in with those hips, while my teeth sink in those lips, while your body’s giving me life, and you suffocate in my kiss.”


Fuck, Forsythe.” I hissed, my nails digging in to his back. My hips moved slowly down on to his length, my fingers moving up his back and in to his hair. His hands were wrapped around my body, his lips biting harshly at my shoulder. When I felt my body adjust to him, I rose my hips before sinking back down on to him again.Jughead captured my lips with his, his teeth biting gently in to my bottom lip. We lazily kissed as I moved up and down slowly, my walls tightening around him slightly. Jughead held me as close to his body as he could, our chests pressed together.

I was on cloud 9 every time I was intimate with Jug. Everything about him was breath taking, and he was so beautiful when he was like this: his lips slightly parted, his curly hair matted down and sticking to his forehead, and his body shining from the warmth of our bodies colliding.

I started to move my hips a little faster, grinding down on to Jughead’s hips. Jughead buried his face in to the crook of my neck, and his arms wrapped around me even tighter, if that was possible. I used whatever energy I had left to move my hips faster, bringing Jughead and I both to the edge. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my stomach, warning me that I was close.

“F-fuck, Forsythe,I-”

“I know, baby.” Jughead began to meet his hips with mine on every thrust, one arm unwrapping from around my body to press the pad of his finger to my clit. I gasped at the sensation, my nails scratching against his back harder.

“Shit, shit, I-I’m-” I cut myself off, not having enough breath to finish my sentence. I felt my stomach tighten and then I was cumming on Jughead’s dick, a quiet moan escaping my lips. I kept thrusting against him, riding out my high while he chases his, soon I was being hit with overstimulation, but I powered through it, bouncing against Jughead as fast as I could.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, I’m gonna-” strings of curse words escaped Jughead’s lips as he flipped us over, pounding in to me as hard as he could. His lips went around on of my nipples, sucking harshly, and his fingers rubbed quickly and forcefully against my clit, drawing out another orgasm from me.

Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time Jughead following as he came inside me. Jughead’s body collapsed on top of mine, not before pulling out of me slowly. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and his arms went back around my body, his head laying against my chest. I could feel his heart race against my own beating heart, and I looked down at my beautiful boyfriend, as I smiled.He was all mine.





“The way we love, is so unique, and when we touch, I’m shivering.”





I woke up to the light shining from my bedroom window, the rays of sun peeking through my curtains and casting rays of light along the sleeping bodies of Jughead and I. The night before had been our one year anniversary, and he “spent the night”, Which resulted in to this morning, the both of us naked in my bed. Jughead was already awake, his fingers tracing along my arms.Goosebumps ran along my skin at the feeling of his touch, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Jughead mumbled against my lips. I giggled as his fingers went to my sides, tickling me the slightest bit.

“Good morning, handsome.” I smiled down at him, my eyes practically in the shapes of hearts. I loved this boy to death. He was the most perfect thing I had ever found in this world.

“How are you feeling?” He asked me, his fingers stopping so his arms could wrap around my back. He pulled our bodies tighter together.

“I’m great.” I told him, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. Jughead’s face scrunched up slightly and I giggle again, my hands cupping his cheeks.

“I love you, so much. So, so, soso much.” I started pressing kisses all over his face and I felt it scrunch up again before catching my lips with his. Jughead wasn’t a super affectionate person in public, so I loved these moments I had with him, hidden away under my covers, where it was just the two of us.





“And no one has to get it, just you and me.”






“I swear to god, you two are the most sickeningly cute couple in..in… In god knows what!” Veronica threw her hands up dramatically before slamming them down on to the table at the booth. She looked at the two of us, who sat across from each other. Jughead and I didn’t break our eye contact, still looking at each other and smiling brightly.

“Come on, V.It’s cute. They’re cute.” Betty defended, sitting across from her girlfriend.

“ I know, but look at them! All they do is stare at each other like its the morning after their first time.“ Veronica scoffed before pausing for a second. Her mouth opened in shock before she whispered loudly.

"You guys fucked!” Jughead and I broke apart at that, looking at Veronica with wide eyes. I was about to shake my head when Jughead interrupted.

“We’ve been fucking, V. Catch up.” Ronnie and Betty’s mouth fell open simultaneously at the confidence in Jughead’s voice.He leaned back in the booth and turned his attention back to me, cheekily winking at me. My cheeks grew hot as I looked back at my best friends, mouths still open in shock.

“You guys, you, you’re-” Ronnie stammered, looking back and forth at each other. Jughead and I started laughing at Ronnie’s reaction, and she sputtered.

“I don’t get your relationship. I seriously don’t.” Ronnie slumped in her seat, her chin resting in the palm of her hand.

“Cheer up, V. It’s y/n and Jughead. Nobody gets it except them.” Jughead and I had already tuned out Betty though, our attention going back to each other. Nobody had to understand our relationship, because it wasn’t theirs. It was ours, And it was perfect.

How to Successfully Adopt a Lifestyle Change

Not a diet. Diet implies temporary, and what we need to do is form a set of new, sustainable habits for the rest of our life.

A lot of you probably have a daydream of taking a black, billowy trash bag and planning a SWAT-style assault on your fridge and cupboards and then setting fire to the dumpster you hurl it into. Naturally, you’ll dash over to the grocery store and purchase a ton of strange-looking foods you don’t regularly eat, or never eat! Then you’ll slap on a pair of shiny new shoes and go run a 5K. This works for–some people. Honestly, few people.

The reality for many people; however, is they get off their foray after a few weeks. Why is that?

Think about it. How long did it take you to really get into the groove of your current habits? Months? Years? If you’re trying to simultaneously kiss soda and chip’s ass good-bye, change every bite of food you eat, and start a fitness routine. Guess what? Stress, stress, stress! Your stomach was used to those portion sizes (whether too large or too small) and some of your favorite snacks, your brain is literally addicted to it. A lot of people will reach nuclear meltdown levels trying to transition to a healthy lifestyle this way.

Just like it took you time to form your current habits, it’s going to take some time to form your new habits. I truly do empathize with the feelings of wanting everything to be different right now, but realistically we can only handle a certain amount of stressors and change at one time.

Start With Nutrition Habits: While I really would recommend finding a few cheeky ways to get more active, you’ve probably heard some variant of “can’t outrun your fork,” or “it’s 80% nutrition.” Well, it really is true. Being more active is absolutely crucial to improving overall health in the “endgame,”  but we’re still playing the “tutorial” and the dietary aspects of our lifestyle change are the bulk of the impact. It goes beyond that, though. I’ve written more about it here, but being a beginner can be genuinely hard at times!  It takes a lot of time and effort to get oneself to a point where they can physically and mentally handle what entails “regular, moderate exercise.” One part of making that transition easier will be better nutrition and hydration.

Start With an Easy Target: I always tell people if they drink a lot of soda, juice, or sweetened tea/coffee to start here. Sugar provides us pretty much no nutrition and removing the pulp from fruit makes juice not that great for us, either. Drinking more water is not negotiable and replacing these beverages with water will do a surprising amount of good for how you feel–all by itself. I recognize how hard this one can be to kick, but sweetened beverages really do load many people’s lifestyles with a lot of bad juju.

If you don’t have a beverage problem, maybe you do have a condiment/dressing problem and can reduce the quantities and find alternatives. Maybe you party-hardy a little too much and need to cut down on alcohol. While I said “easy target,” no one said it would be that easy, but you probably have an idea where most of these so called “empty” nutrients are coming from.

Transition Bad Habits a Few at a Time: The opening of this probably already made it clear, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. You probably have an idea of what some of your most problematic habits are, so choose one; maybe two, and see how you adjust over a week or two before considering the next step.

Small Swaps: Start switching out various items in your pantries, fridges, and lunchboxes with simple alternatives. Change white breads, rices, and pastas to brown. Take the bag of chips from your lunch and turn it into a few servings of seasonal fruit and vegetables. Pick out a leaner cut of meat and use a little less dairy, if you eat them. Little changes can have massive results.

Learn Moderation: Remember that whole sustainable part at the very beginning? Our lifestyles do need to reflect our real lives. Well, my real life has a love of chocolates, pastries, and candies. So, it’s not realistic for me to say “no chocolate, pastries, or candies.” Food molarity can be a pretty toxic outlook on eating and life in general. Instead of labeling foods as “bad,” just learn and respect the limits. There are times where you have to say, “enough, is enough,” but living in a constant state of “no” is not realistic or mentally healthy for most people. It’s OK to love indulgent food. Think about how long your life is going to be. So, now think about how dinky an occasional treat will be in retrospect.

Depending on Your Struggles, Consider Therapy: As we know, many aspects of unhealthy eating habits are actually unhealthy mental habits. Depending on the severity and exact nature of those problems, never be embarrassed to seek professional help. I struggled with stress eating and even binge eating for most of my adolescence, and finally getting help for my anxiety disorder played a pretty crucial role in improving both my physical and mental health. If it’s not a possibility at this time, consider journaling.

Walk Before Your Run: Literally and figuratively. I’m going to recommend this previous post I recently wrote again, but when you’ve gotten a few habits cracked and feel like you’re ready to start amping up your activity, start with low impact and low equipment exercises. If it has been years, or if you’ve never exercised, it takes some easing into it. I recommend walking to all beginners because we already know how to do it, have what we need to do it, and probably won’t hurt ourselves.

So, there you have it. Tackle small challenges and get your body acclimated to them before you consider some of the overarching and holistic goals you have for your lifestyle. That said, we’re all different. If you still want to try and do that 180-flip, I can’t stop you and some people are successful that way. No two people or personality types have the exact same problems or strategy for overcoming them. However, if you’ve gotten frustrated and thrown in the towel a time or two, consider the scope of change and how to realistically implement it over a period of time.  We didn’t form our old habits overnight.

His Control (M)

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,942

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.

Warning: Dom!Kook, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink and Orgasm Denial

A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry


Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.

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Yuri on Ice interview translation - Febri 2017/03 (p29-33)

Finally the interview from Febri is finished! I like Kubo’s interviews but I swear I don’t want to see any more for some time… This one is also mentioning a lot of stuff that I haven’t read in other interviews so far. It’s a bit long but definitely worth reading!

Translation is under the cut. I might fix the format a little later on to make it visually better, now I have to leave to go to Wonder Festival… (who needs sleep?).
If you have any questions about the interview feel free to message me.

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This Dance

Prompt: “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

A/N: I saw this prompt on Pinterest and I really wanted to write an angsty but sweet Jughead imagine, so here ya go! (Know that requests will be opening up soon again, but not quite yet. So please don’t send me any requests.)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort.


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Your head was pounding, constant voices filled your thoughts and you felt as if you couldn’t think. You couldn’t take this. It was too much, too fast. 

“Listen to your mother, Y/N.” Your mother, Alison Cooper demanded at you. Her voice becoming too loud and too demanding for you too process. This was too much. Where was Betty? Why did you have to be born from her, who spent her whole life trying to break you into submission. You were having a panic attack. This was bad.

It had never been quite this bad before.

“I am trying to!” You screamed despite yourself. Swallowing down the tears, you stared your mother in the eyes. You needed to get out. This was bad. “I can’t do this anymore mom. Please.” You tired pleading, trying to find (even if it was just a sliver) the small part of your mother that did care. That did realize that you were not Betty and you most definitely were not Polly. 

“No, Y/N. I won’t allow you to do this too yourself. You’re much too young to be keeping these secrets from me.” She explained, staring at you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. She was cracking, but in the process she was trying to break you. And you were holding on to whatever little bit of your strength you did have left, before you did break.

“Keep what secrets mom?” You asked, your voice raising as you tried to blink back the tears.

“That boy is a menace, and I will not have you hanging around such a troubled boy.” You sobbed against your hand, your hands shaking and smacking against your face as you felt yourself weakening.

“He isn’t!” You denied.

“He is.” You looked your mother in the eye, you could see it. She thought she was gaining dominance. She thought she was winning. This was bad. Grabbing your bag that was set on your bed, you wiped your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying pathetically and storming past your mother. You didn’t make it far before she grabbed your arm, halting your movements.

“I’m leaving mom. And I don’t know when i’ll be back.” Your voice came out in a whisper, and you fought against yourself to not just crack then and there.

“You will not.” Your mother shook her head, turning to stare at you with a crazed.

“I am. I don’t know when i’ll be back and truthfully i don’t want to be back. Soon enough mom, you need to learn that I am not Betty and I am not Polly. You can not break me into submission.” You ripped your arm from her grasp, pushing from her as you made your way down the stairs. Your father stood by the kitchen, tears in his eyes and a look that begged you not to leave but all you did was shake your head.

When your hand grabbed the door knob, you felt the patter of heavy footsteps. “It’s in your blood. You can’t escape this. You won’t escape me.” Your mother threatened and you turned, looking at her with no emotion. You said nothing but open the door and walking out, slamming it behind you.

You wondered, your feet taking you wherever they wanted as you sobbed. You didn’t exactly know why you were crying, just that it felt oddly nice. It felt like everything had been trapped within you and crying allowed you to let it all out. It felt nice. You felt relaxed. You barely noticed the fact that it was the middle of the night and you were alone, without a place to stay and only your backpack with you.

But you continued to walk. It felt like forever but probably was only twenty minutes before you feet stopped and looking up you found yourself at the Twilight Drive-In. You smiled, despite the tears that stained your face and the way your body shook in sorrow.

You stood at the gate, staring at the big white screen and laughing. There was a movie playing, which meant he was here.

“Y/N?” Turning, you smiled even wider at the sight of Jughead. His hair was disheveled and you could just faintly see his eyes that glowed in the darkness. 

“Hi, Juggie.” You waved, smiling at him brightly.

His eyes looked concerned, or at least you guessed from what you could see. “Y/N? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night?”

You were suddenly reminded of what had happened only a short while ago and with a sad smile, you looked at the ground, twisting your shoe into the dirt. “Ran away from home.” Was all you said, laughing at your own words. You’d known Jughead forever, and you guessed that was why your feet took you here. Yes you knew of his current home life, he had stayed over at your house many of times… which was why your mother had been so mad.

“Oh, Y/N… did she..?” You nodded, already knowing what he was asking. Jughead walked towards you, stopping just short of touching you with his chest. And with a shaky breath, you looked up at him. 

There was only love in his eyes, which comforted you. He was the only one who loved you for who you were, and that made you love him even more. He never judged you for your mother, he never called you crazy or expected you to be perfect like everyone else seemed to. He only asked you to be you.

You stared into his eyes, shined with wetness as he looked down at you. You heard music start to play in the background, your favourite song and you faintly realized that Jughead had been playing your favourite movie. You looked back over to him smiling, and he opened his mouth to speak but you only shook your head. 

You crossed the short distance between you two, allowing your head to fall against his chest and his hands landed on your hips. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

You felt him faintly nod and though he didn’t like dancing, he took the first steps, moving you backwards as you guys began to slow dance. You rejoiced in the feeling, loving the warmth spread through you. You felt safe. You felt calm. And for a moment you forgot everything about your mom, about Betty, about Polly, about everything and focused on the way Jughead held you with such grace and carefulness.

Faintly, you felt yourself crying again. And when the song was over, you pulled back, looking up at him. “Why me?”

And he didn’t need to ask to know what you were talking about. “Because you saw me when I was invisible.” And that was enough for you. Because he loved you because he knew you weren’t perfect and neither was he.

A Very Serious Analysis of That Kabby Scene™

If this show was narrated:

“And now back in Polis, we catch up with Kane and Abby, who have been having the sex nonstop since their kids left.“ Seriously, HOW many times had they done it by then??? Cause they looked pretty damn comfortable and 9 days is a long time in Polis days

Be not distracted by the candlelight and furs, folks. Because y'all….that is Marcus Kane thrusting into Abby Griffin.

They show a final thrust.
A.
Final.
Thrust.
Blur effect, you failed miserably and we all know what went on down there.

Here’s an extra gif of that shot, because, well, Marcus Kane is on top of Abby Griffin.
Moving.
In a bed.

The moans. The sighs. For goodness flippin’ sake.

"You…are a terrible influence”

My gosh - THE FLIRTING!!! Does anyone else get the feeling this is like the 35th time they’ve done it?? and Abby tells Marcus she needs to check on Roan, but then he starts sexing her up and it happens again?? I somehow get the feeling Abby doesn’t mind being influenced ;)

AND HIS FACE?! That smile - he literally looks so pleased with himself. Like, he knows exactly what he does to her and how to turn her on because it’s been 9 days and they’ve had PRACTICE Y’ALL.

Time for adorabubble you-made-me-late-but-gave-me-an-orgasm-so-thankyou kisses. 

And the way her eyes are still closed?!

Marcus is feeling sleepy ;) Just the fact that it’s fun sex -  not angsty or too serious - makes me giggly :D

Marcus watching Abby get dressed is my aesthetic.

You just know he’s thinking “My wife is so hot”

Cue tears.

I’m so glad I went out and bought tissues before watching this episode. I wish I was kidding.
But seriously, WHAT. A. GENTLEMAN. 
He’s ruined me for anyone else.

CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW HIS MUSCLES EXPAND AND CONTRACT AS HE LIFTS HIMSELF OFF THE BED??!! ABBY LOOK BEHIND YOU WOMAN, YOU’RE MISSING THE SHOW but I’m guessing you’re a regular attendee by now

He wraps his arm around her neck!!!

Okay, look, I know it was cute and loving but damn.
The protectiveness and strength that came through in that one action got me seriously hot and bothered.

Pleased with himself again.

Marcus-I’m-romantic-and-I-know-it-Kane.
He knows he did good.
Just look at that infuriatingly sexy smirk.

The forehead touch makes a triumphant return. Abby honestly seems so happy and at home and just…it’s just so domestic!!!

When he pulls her back, just before he says ‘but be careful’ - her little smirk, she thinks he’s going to try and convince her to stay again <3 Like how many times have you done this already this morning sir?

 His smoulder as she walks away.

That is a nice smoulder.

AND OMG HOW HAVE I MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT TALKING ABOUT SHIRTLESS!KANE?! Ok, so I have a bit, but let this sink in:
He is shirtless.
Shirt. Less.

I feel like every single The 100 fan has just realised how hot ‘the oldies’ really are.

Bonus kiss <3 

THE WAY HE DIPS HER!!!!!!!!!!

CASE CLOSED. NUFF SAID.

Now. Now I can die peacefully.

Yes I was fully aware of how much I focused on Marcus during this but it’s just cause I maybe really definitely want to be Abby.

I often read comments like “Final Fantasy XV is a bad game and lazily made” or “Instead spending money on a movie and an anime they should’ve spent more time and money on the game itself!” which often leaves behind feeling a little hurt because that’s not true.
My reasons for that are below the “read more”.
Don’t take my rambling too seriously but maybe think about it.

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19/2/17 | O LEVEL STUDYING TIPS ✨✨✨

helloooo !! so many of you guys have been asking for tips on how to study for o levels, so i made this !! sorry i didn’t have much time, hope this would suffice !! ☺️☺️ JC life is pretty tough, first week and i’m already struggling to stay afloat tbh HAHA. don’t take your secondary school life for granted guys!!!! hope this helps!! 💪🏼💪🏼

good luck on your o levels ❤️ miss you guys loads!!

also good luck for those receiving your a level results 🍀👍☺️

12x12 Episode Review - Still Screeching...this time about the colour “Peach”.

I gave my 12x10 episode review the title “Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void” because I was so happy about it I couldn’t help but scream with glee at practically every moment. I also said this: “I feel like there is so much to talk about in this episode that fandom will be chewing on it for months if not years to come.” I still believe this, I just didn’t expect that two episodes later I would be reliving this exact same thoughts and feelings. I considered 12x10 to be a one off, a glorious gift to fandom wrapped in a big destielicious bow. Clearly, we celebrate our fandom birthday only two weeks before fandom Christmas because we just got ANOTHER gift wrapped in an even BIGGER destielicious bow and I can hardly contain my glee. (baring in mind fandom Christmas falls on the tenth anniversary of tumblr and close to valentines day I can’t help but feel this was planned - PRESENTS ALL AROUND)

But anyway. Lets talk meta. Once again I am very late to the party as I doubt I will be posting this any earlier than Saturday evening when you have probably all been talking this to death for the past two days. But eh, I’m gonna do my thing and hope you all agree, or aren’t bored by now if everything I talk about is stuff already gone over by my fellow very talented meta writers.

Starting with the obvious, Director Dick Speight Jr and Writer Davy Perez made this episode an homage to Tarantino movies. Specifically Reservoir Dogs which has so many ties to this episode both visually and subtextually that it is kind of difficult to keep track of my thoughts on it. I have to confess, I hadn’t ever watched Reservoir Dogs all the way through prior to watching the episode because it never really interested me. However, after watching the episode for the first time Friday lunch time I decided that it was in my best interests as a meta writer to give it a go. I watched it and tried to take in everything Tarantino was saying and doing with this movie… 

Being a meta writing, destiel shipper with heteronormative goggles permanently removed since watching this show guess what the first thing I picked up on was? That’s right Mr White and Mr Orange… what WAS going on there anyway? Because these guys didn’t know each other very long but they became VERY close by the time of the heist. Poor Freddie and Larry. Such doomed tragic lovers… do we have a ship name for them yet? Frarry? Leddie? Or maybe just “peach” (hence my title)

I believe that when Perez was writing this episode he had a SPN character in mind for each character in RD (mostly anyway). Cas is obviously Mr Orange (the bleeding out from the stomach thing gives it away as does Davy’s tweet here. Here is who I think the rest of the characters are supposed to be:

Dean – Mr White (duh)

Mary – Mr Pink

Wally – Mr Brown

Sam – Nice Guy Eddie maybe? I struggled here

Crowley – I wanna say Joe. (though I also kinda think Ketch would be Joe here… its not too obvious)

Remiel – Mr Blonde (“yellow” hair)

Explanations and various meta under the cut. This gets long:

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  • Have character designer Christie (@cteez) to thank for distinctive style in each character’s visual make-up
    • Breakdowns for explaining what a design/character needs are so detailed, adds a lot
    • Physical comedy through facial expressions (esp Lance)
  • How to balance fun stuff with more heavy emotional moments
    • Lauren: have to feel it - sometimes there are heavy situations where comedy would derail it, but sometimes can insert  stuff
    • Joaquim: from get go wanted a show that could tug at heartstrings but also would have elements of almost slapstick comedy
    • Helps when have characters that allow for that - will never see Zarkon’s face do that, but with others like Pidge, Coran, Lance can go crazy
  • Use gut for writing - starting point with old show but ask what do they need to evolve to eventually and what do they need to get to that point
    • Lauren: characters have such fleshed out personalities that sometimes we don’t really have a choice, we know how they’re going to react and need to make the story work for that
  • On production timeline 
    • Joaquim: animation is such a huge endeavour. Sometimes we see comments online about where the show should go but the story is already written and done
    • We’re definitely far ahead of where people think we are
    • Lauren: if show is coming out in certain amount of time it’s already been made (by the time we have a release date the story is long completed)
  • S3 question re Pidge search for family 
    • Lauren: she has never stopped the search, has reprioritized but hasn’t completely stopped, it’s gonna continue
    • Joaquim: with so many characters, can’t devote too much time to one and just have to assume off camera Pidge is still searching
  • Team reaction to galra Keith 
    • Other paladins not as exposed to horrors of Galra, still associate Keith with being Keith, not the Galra. Allura knows exactly what Galra are capable of so kinda hard for her to accept - something she had to come to terms with in her own time, learned from mistakes, stepped up, apologized. Probably some shock from other paladins but none turned their back on Keith
  • Allura passed judgement on Keith and friendly Galra, now that she knows about Haggar is there going to be introspection on her part? 
    • Joaquim: Haggar being Altean allows to play duality, no black or white, a whole lot of grey, allows mind to expand further, greater understanding of horrors of war. Allura herself realizing she has a lot to learn still. They’re all very young, Allura is coming to same realizations as everyone else and handling them like any teenager
  • Pairing people off on missions is always the fun thing, grouping different people together, really enjoy doing it but they need to be together to form Voltron so try to play with it as much as we can but can’t do too much. But it’s the best part, getting to go “how do these two interact”
I just want to talk about Yongguk really quick.

Yongguk is truly something else. There is something about him that makes me feel so safe, he is truly someone who is so intentional and so down to earth; I am so comforted by his presence. I noticed during Chicago’s concert by the way he just looks at BABYZ…like the way when he was exiting the stage, he was just…taking his time to really absorb the presence of BABYZ and to really look at everyone and wave and bow and truly show that kind of thanks and that kind of gratitude. During high touch he looked into my eyes and he has this kindness and this sincerity and he literally just made me feel so safe! Not many people can look at their leaders and feel that kind of security…and for that I really treasure Yongguk.

I feel like I’m sounding really redundant, and I’m sure that everyone already knows that what I had to say was true…but I guess the truth never changes, right?

Finally

Jughead x reader

In which Jughead and the reader have opposite windows and hidden feelings.

*requested*


I woke up to my phone buzzing incessantly next to my head. I groaned, opening my eyes blearily, and carelessly threw my hand around trying to find the source of the noise. Once my fingers had grasped it I brought it up to my face, squinting at the bright screen in my dark room. I almost cried when I saw that the time was 3.46am, but was awakened by the five messages from my best friend, Jughead, displayed on the screen. I opened the unread texts, struggling to read them in my lethargic state. 

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: Hey

J: You awake?

I rapidly grew furious at his audacity to interrupt my rest. I texted him back a furious, all caps message about how I was now awake, thanks to him, and waited for a reply to make sure it wasn’t an emergency before I went back to sleep.

J: Come to the window

I groaned loudly, forcing myself to sit up and leave the warmth of my bed. Jughead and I’s windows were directly opposite each other, which often came in handy, but also gave him the opportunity to irritate me at all hours. I drew back my curtains slowly to find him already leaning out of his window, waiting for me. I glared at him as I lifted my own window up to speak to him. I was fairly sure I could have been mistaken for roadkill at that moment, with bed hair, half-closed eyes and particularly unflattering pyjamas, but I couldn’t have cared less. Jughead had known me for too long to be phased by it.

“This had better be a world-altering, life or death emergency, Jones.” I muttered, leaning out and glowering at him. To my dismay he grinned at me. Not an emergency then.

“Well that depends. Would you consider my forthcoming death from boredom an emergency?” He asked cheekily, leaning his chin on his arms. I moaned, realising quickly that I had just left the sweet, sweet world of sleep because he was bored. I began to retreat back into my room, but I was cut off.

“No, Y/N, wait, wait.” He whined. I stopped where I was, halfway back inside, and looked at him sceptically. 

“If you give me one rational, justified reason for me to stay out here and talk to you, I might consider it.” I told him, raising my eyebrows. He faltered.

“Because… you love me?”

“Bye.” I said, retreating to my bed, but leaving my window open.

“Rude, actually!” I heard him whisper yell as I curled back into my covers. There was quiet for a moment, and I had just begun to slip back into unconsciousness when he spoke again. 

“I’m climbing over.”

I opened my eyes in panic and stumbled over to the window to lock it, but he was already there, opening it and climbing in. Because our houses were marginally smaller than the rest of our friend’s, they were just about close enough to each other for the precarious climb to be made between the windows. Jughead had discovered this in about the fifth grade, and I honestly wished he hadn’t. Too many times had I walked into my room to find him already there, lounging on my bed, and scaring me half to death. It wasn’t good for my cardiovascular health, honestly. 

I was helpless as he pushed his way into my room, standing up and grinning at me as he brushed off his pyjama pants. Lucky for him, my parents weren’t home, so there was no risk of waking them up. I said nothing, only scowled at him as I retreated to my bed and he followed, sitting on the end of it. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, accepting that I probably wasn’t going to get back to sleep with him here. He was too distracting.

“You won. Happy?” I asked him bitterly. He pouted.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be like that.” He slung his arm around my shoulders, smirking. “I know you love me.”

“I do not.” I lied, crossing my arms and looking away from him.

“Be honest, you’re glad I’m here.” He teased. I scoffed. 

“Glad you’re here keeping me awake, when I could be in the sweet oblivion that is unconsciousness? Yeah, right.” He laughed, and I couldn’t help the smile that overcame my face. I was in too deep. 

I wonder if he knew I was in love with him then. 

I leant back into my pillows, and he moved so he was lying next to me, both of us staring at the ceiling. If he wasn’t going to let me sleep, he could at least entertain me. I turned my head to look at him.

“Tell me a story, Jones.”

He starting telling me about his writing ideas and talking about anything that came to his mind. I contributed to the conversation a bit, but mainly I just watched him. I had been in love with him for about a year, but liked him for longer. I know, I’m a living cliché. I had been through the struggle of loving your best friend in my head a thousand times, and had overthought everything. I couldn’t tell him, because I knew I would probably lose him if he didn’t feel the same, and that didn’t bear thinking about. But I also didn’t know how much longer I could keep up the pretence. The pretence that I didn’t want to jump his bones every time I saw him, that is. I pushed this internal conflict from my mind, and tried to focus on Jughead. He talked so passionately, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, and I could barely concentrate on what he was saying. I was no longer tired, simply mesmerised by the boy in front of me as the night stretched on around us. 

“What’s that look for?” He asked curiously, cutting himself off as he finally noticed my staring. I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from him.

“Nothing.” I said, trying to play it off. He smiled bemusedly.

“What were you looking at?” I paused, bringing my eyes back to his and smiling softly at him.

“You.” I whispered. He smiled, looking confused, but didn’t say anything. My breath caught in my throat as I realised how close we were to each other, now it was silent. His eyes flickered to my lips, and I could hear nothing but our breaths and my own heartbeat. Every concern I had previously had about loving him dissipated as he leaned forward. He hesitantly and softly moved his mouth to touch mine. I was in a sort of trance, my head spinning and my heart threatening to beat out of my ribcage. My lips moved very slightly against his, with my eyes closed. Our noses brushed against each other as we hovered with our lips slightly touching. It was barely a kiss, but it left me breathless. He left me breathless. 

He pulled away slightly, his breath faltering. 

“Was that… okay?” He whispered concernedly. His eyes met mine and I smiled.

“Definitely.” He smiled and pressed his lips against mine again. I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping me up in his arms. He kissed me again and again. I couldn’t come to terms with the feeling of his lips on mine. He moved his head back to look me in the eye. There was a soft smile on his face as he studied me. He put his hand on the side of my head, as if to check I was real.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” He breathed in amazement, shaking his head. I felt like crying. 

“Neither can I.” I whispered, and he pulled me into him again. His lips were on mine and his arms were around me.

Finally.


Just a bit of a fluff

Treasure her softness. It is a luxury many cannot afford, and believe it or not, it costs her to show it to you. She’s been through so much already. So many have made it seem like her surface was all that mattered. No matter how much time she spent increasing the wealth underneath it, so many never saw her true worth. They were never curious enough to venture into her depths and discover it. They didn’t care about the years she spent studying in and out of school, they didn’t care about how huge and warm and her heart was, they didn’t care about the life she pictured at night when the world was quiet and the moon was bright and her dreams seemed a little more attainable. If she was good enough, she was subjected to catcalls and kindness that she could never really be sure was genuine. If she wasn’t their cup of tea, she was cursed at and practically shunned. Can you imagine the resolve it would take to live in a world where the only thing that mattered was whether or not your body was deemed worthy of being groped by hands that only know how to take? And after all that, now she’s with you, not only giving you access to her body but willing to bare her soul. Do not take that lightly.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh (maxwelldpoetry) // Treasure her. / “I am so tired of women being taken for granted.”