joke is not old yet

On a more positive note, I love how much more comfortable Jughead and Betty are with each other. The playful banter, the casual jokes, everything about their interactions this episode shows how far they have come as a couple. For me, it has been absolutely delightful watching them go from bashful teens, giddy in their new love and a bit timid and reserved in their interactions with each other, to them cracking jokes and shooting each other exasperated looks like an old married couple.

And yet, they haven’t lost what made them so likeable in the first place. They still run headlong into investigations. Betty scanning the crime scene for evidence while Jughead gets information from the witness is such a wonderful scene to watch because it shows how perfectly they work as a team, how in tandem they move. They didn’t even have to say anything. It’s like they went there, and that familiar routine instinctively kicked in and they got to work on their separate tasks.

They still openly communicate. Betty asks Jughead directly, without beating around the bush, and he tries to be as open and honest with her as he can even if it’s hard for her to hear. She hears him out, just patiently listens, then voices her concerns instead of sugarcoating the problem to make him feel better. He doesn’t immediately go on the defense when she does it. Instead, they take some time to think it through. And in true Betty and Jughead fashion, they aren’t going to part for the day without addressing the elephant in the room one last time, so that there’s nothing hanging between them when they go to sleep that night.

This is how you write a relationship’s evolving dynamic into something more comfortable, more familiar, while still keeping their core values intact. And I couldn’t be more impressed.

can my mutuals please tag all aggressive hate towards miranda and cora with “i’m wrong” 

June 21: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter One)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter One)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, stranger to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 2632
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Prompt: I just wanted a slow burn strangers to friends and friends to lovers but I wanted them still to be YouTubers so… this happened.

I’m probably going to alternate chapters of this with some one-shots, or with another chaptered fic I have. Depending on how I feel and if you guys have any strong feelings about it one way or another. Let me know :D

FEDIJ Day: June 21

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If there was one thing you never thought you’d see it was Daryl’s smile, though it wasn’t through want of trying. At any opportunity you had you told terrible jokes, you reminisced about old times when you’d completely embarrassed yourself. Yet none of it appeared to even crack a small smile from the man. You knew that things were dire, knew that everything in the world seemed to be dark at the moment, but you hoped that there was at least a little light to be found in amongst it all.

‘All right,’ you said on a run one day, ‘if ya don’t crack a smile at this I’m done.’

‘Is that a promise?’ he asked in little more than a low growl, his attention on the area before you, checking for Walkers.

You ignored the dig. ‘What’s brown and sticky?’

He offered you a little shrug, seemingly not paying your joke any attention.

‘A stick.’

Despite everything the barest hint of a smile flicked at the corner of his mouth.

‘That?’ you asked, unable to believe it. ‘That’s your sense of humour?’

He shrugged, motioning you forward. ‘Pity laughter.’

‘Mhm, sure,’ you said, winking. His smirk deepened.

A/N: Gif credit goes to the respective owners; I just found them on Google (added the links in the captions).

anonymous asked:

How will the bros react to dating s/o who is 2-3 years older than them?

That…That is a really good question… Lol



Noctis absolutely adores the way that you baby him. You’ll often look after him, ensuring that he’s tucked in tightly, or having no troubles cuddling up with him. But that could also be because you’re the eldest sibling in your family. It wasn’t that much of a difference to him really. The only times that it really seemed strange is when you would flash your i.d to get booze or come back from the bar after a night out.

The young man was always surrounded by people older than himself, so to be dating someone older than him, it didn’t really bother him at all.



It shouldn’t have shocked Prompto, he seemed to always gravitate toward the older crowd for whatever reason. He was use to being the baby of the group, so when he snagged an older significant other it didn’t really throw him off.

The only downfall, was the constant sneaking him into clubs. The blonde wanted to just party with you, but having to meet you through the backdoor was getting old. Yet the adult supervision jokes always made up for it.

“Hey, can I go on Club Chocobo?”

“Why do I care?”

“I need adult permission first.”

“…I’m gonna kick your ass.”

A fake gasp, “I am a  child, don’t use that language before me!”



It made no sense to Gladiolus, no matter how he looked at it. He was use to people being smaller than him, he knew that he was a tall man, but how! How was someone this small older than him!

Everytime! Everytime in public, he’d never get I.D but you’d find yourself digging around for your i.d and than the person doing a double, or triple check. Yet you never seemed to mind, you often stated, that you liked going out with the man, you always appeared younger.



Ignis had to admit, it took him staring at your I.D to understand that you were indeed older than him. The way you held yourself and spoke did not betray your age, nor did it add to it. Perhaps because he was so use to the others that he wasn’t use to this maturity.

Yet you held a conversation with him so easily, and bounced easily from a youthful slang to an educated verbatim easy. In all honesty, maybe his own maturity kind of blocked off the years.

Reunited And It Feels So Good

Originally posted by showandwrite

Request: ahhh, thats awsome!! okay, so the reader and parrish had something while his time in the army, but it didn’t really got serious. now the reader moves to beacon hills because of a job and she somehow ends up in his cop car at night and they do it in his cop car. ;) 

Author’s Note: I am so excited to finally get this up! I had so much fun planning this out and writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it! Here ya go c; AND I LOVE THE TITLE I CAME UP WITH, JUST SAYING! <3 Dear Lord, I am dirty…

Warnings: Smutty smut smut ^.^ and language…also, a lot of dirty talk (lol sorry, not sorry)


I walked down the street, heading back toward my new place. I was taking my time, enjoying the warm California night air. It was dark, being close to midnight, and I probably shouldn’t have been out alone, but I could take care of myself. My years in the Army had taught me how to defend myself rather well, so I wasn’t worried.

The moon was high in the sky, stars twinkling in between the few clouds. I watched the wind rustle the leaves on the trees as I made my way past, just taking in my surroundings and trying to learn everything I could about this new town. I heard a car getting closer, figuring it was just someone driving past, maybe some teenagers that were heading home from a party. When it slowed down, I got a little nervous, picking up my pace. 

“Ma’am?” a familiar voice asked, making me turn around. I let out the breath I was holding when I saw that it was just a cop car. “Everything alright? Can I ask why you’re out so late?”

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i tried to write final mission angst but ended up with post-game fluff instead. this pairing has clearly changed me as a person. (not that i’m complaining) ao3 link

Summary: The one in which Liam and Scott have a talk. 

Family Welcome

“So,” Scott starts without missing a beat. “You and my sister, huh?”

Liam realises there is a distinct possibility that Scott Ryder wants to kick his arse. While he’s prepared for that eventuality, believes himself to have the skills to defuse such a situation even, Scott must be able to read the apprehension on his face because he laughs and holds his hands up in resignation. “Nope, not gonna go all grr-grr-protective-big-brother on you,” he assures, “Sara would never let me live it down. At the end of the day, I’m the little one.” 

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A Chris Evans Original Series

Title: Fated

Chapter 1: Across the Room

Author: @ohevansmycaptain

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

The fact that a man could fall in-love with a girl through her writing seemed impossible, but that was what happened for Chris Evans and Denise Hogan. A simple tweet invited him into the world of fan fiction where her imagination ran wild. With sixteen years and social status separating them, it was unlikely they’d ever meet. But the universe worked in mysterious ways, bringing the pair to one airport; the last place they thought they’d fall in-love. It just goes to show falling in-love is effortless when two people are fated to be.

Denise’s fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as she murmured the last line she just wrote to herself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” She chewed the inside of her cheek, her finger hovering over the backspace key on her MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what she and her hopeless romantic readers loved- she wanted to expand herself. She huffed and pushed down on the delete key, allowing her words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“What was wrong with that?” She flinched and tensed when she heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over her shoulder. The stranger was so close to her she could feel the warmth of his minty breath on her cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Usually Denise wasn’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; she was too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually she’d just send a death defying glare their way and let her eyes do the talking as she’d been told she had a very intimidating face- one she’d no doubt got from her mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading her writing without her permission. She’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to her writing and people peering at her screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was her biggest pet peeve; she hated having people stand behind her while she was on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like she had something to hide, she just didn’t like her privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” She bit as she abruptly closed the screen of her MacBook; a chuckle heard from him. “Do you want to know what I think?” She quizzed rhetorically as she turned to shoot the nosy stranger her famous glare. “I think you should mind-” She cut herself off when she saw who it was. “Oh my God,” she felt her breath caught in her throat. She gulped then breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

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I forgot to tell you guys...

About my friend

(who follows this blog I hope he sees this this little shit KNOWS who he is even if I forgot his fucking URL)

We (a group of friends) were getting in my new red Jeep Compass. And I made a joke about not having named it yet like my old car.

And my friend sara mentions my kakashi decal on my back window. Which leads me to quip “Ha! Why don’t I just name it kakashi!”


And ruins my entire life cause now that’s not only the official name of my car in the friend group but it’s also the worst pun I’ve ever lived through