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Ecstatic Witchcraft

This is a post a long time in the making, as it is something I’ve wanted to share for a while now, just because it is such an important part of my own craft. There is something truly magical about it and is, for me, something both very humbling and very empowering; as such, it is something that I think is worth sharing.

Foremost, the question to address is: What is ecstatic witchcraft? And one not so easily answered, as there cannot be any one way in which it is performed. It can (I think) be described as a form of trance magic, though its expression is not wholly tied to trance in the traditional sense. In essence, it is a surrendering of self and its simultaneous expression. It is a temporary shedding of the façade one erects to survive, Freud called it the superego and without it, so too falls away the ego. The goal of ecstatic witchcraft – if it can be called a goal – is to allow the id to manifest unencumbered, a means of channeling the primality. Of course, this manifests in innumerable ways and no two sessions would ever be the same, hence why it can be so tricky to pin down precisely.

I’ve found that – and it continues still – that the witchcraft community (predominately) has long perpetuated the notion of control as being paramount to success, and while this may be true to some extent, I believe the converse must also be explored. There is law and there is rigidity, there is correspondence memorization and a lot of book work: and this makes sense! For the last century (and in times before), this has been the main means of information acquisition. While it is not uncommon for witches to join groups, covens, etc., I’m willing to bet that most practicing witches were indoctrinated through solitary study. Again, there is nothing wrong with this, and I, myself, am contributing to this reservoir of written information as I type! But, as I mentioned, while I did my fair share of book work and memorization, the heart of my Craft has always been exploration. Tradition is important, but it’s never been enough for me. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: the best way to learn is to do. There will be mistakes; you will come to conclusions only to find things that defy them; you will learn to correct; you will learn to be skeptical, but not judgmental. You will learn there are a thousand purported ‘right’ ways, and then you will find your own. Nothing is static.

How does this relate then, to ecstatic witchcraft? It is a means by which to connect to that instinct: that intuition that drives us – shedding preconceived notions and allowing the opportunity for exploration through action. And action, I feel, is the root of ecstatic magic.

How To Perform Ecstatic Witchcraft

As I mentioned previously, there is no right way and I can only provide to you a number of facets of expression that are conducive to ecstatic witchcraft. These are by no means the only facets, and as always, I encourage you to explore what works for you.

  • Speak – It may seem counterintuitive to what I have said, for is speech not a construct? It is, but there is power in vocalization, even if speaking unintelligibly. This is an extension of opaque language – or language spoken ceremonially as a means of excluding those who are not privy to the religious tongue – and moves into the realm of glossolalia. Rarely do I include verbal scripts to be read in the things I post, as I find that they detract from the working themselves, instead encouraging those performing to speak what comes. This is a more controlled form of ecstatic witchcraft – bound by intention, time, and often language itself. Here, let all that fall away and simply: Speak.
  • Move – Ecstatic witchcraft, for me, is all about energy: movement, especially. It is best not to go into it with any plan, simply follow where your body takes you. If it says run, run; if it says dance, dance; if it says squat and howl like a wolf, by gods do it! It is for this and many reasons that ecstatic magic should be done in a controlled setting, normally somewhere safe – but I should mention, this need not be done alone! Ecstatic witchcraft can just as easily be done in groups, though it can get a little more dangerous, considering the id is often noted as being the seat of sexuality and aggression. I also recommend putting sharp objects away – you never know what the hype might bring – but hey, sometimes you just really need to throw a knife; perform responsibly.
  • Draw/Write – Admittedly, some of my coolest and most profound sigils have come from ecstatic sessions! There is something in me that always wants to take chalk and just go to town on every surface around – overtaken by mania. Automatic writing is related, in some ways, though often it is used with intent: channeling a specific spirit, deity, etc. Ecstatic magic requires no such formalities, bending to the whims of all and none, the witch is then but an instrument of the spirit: of the cosmos.
  • Laugh – Laughter is powerful.
  • Instruments – If you have at your disposal some musical instruments (I prefer maracas and tambourines), bring them in! And forget what you think you know about music, just roll with it. Hell, if you want to continuously shake a maraca and scream with one foot in the air, do it. Again, it’s all about energy, and instruments bring their own, unique vibes to the table.

Entheogens – *at your own risk; use responsibly* Sure, they might compromise some of the safety, but they also bring an entirely new level of exploration. For some. My use of entheogens in the past have always been hit-or-miss; sometimes they are conducive and other times they are hampering. Know what works for you, and be careful: you don’t want to show up at the nearest E.R. naked, tripping on an unknown substance with a painted face and defiantly shaking a maraca.

Sex – This harkens back to what I said about working in groups, sometimes there is a power in it, and the same can be said for adding sex in. When working with others, always plan for the possibility of sex! Especially with who you invite in, and in regards to safety. I don’t know the last time it was used, but the “It was for ecstatic witchcraft” excuse will not hold up: while it may sound like a damper, J.I.C. consent agreements and activity do’s and don’t’s should always be agreed upon beforehand, and should always be open to amendment. If you really want to, draw a circle: anyone who leaves it is has removed themselves from the session and should not be addressed until they reenter of their own accord.

With that, I hope it is becoming clear what ecstatic witchcraft is (or can be), its benefits and how it isn’t really all that new a concept. It is, for me, a profound experience every time – I come out feeling energized, powerful, but also with a new frame of mind, having shed societal constriction and attuned with both the divine and animalistic parts of myself – if even for a moment. In that it is humbling, and it is empowering.

Photo: Maenads, John Collier 

low temperatures - steve h.

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

warnings: being really really cold 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

summary: per your mother’s wishes, Jonathan was supposed to drive you home from school. Without your mother’s knowledge, he’s been forgetting to do so pretty often lately. Today, instead of walking home, you decided freezing to death is easier. Steve Harrington decides otherwise. 

word count: 1132

a/n: I originally ended to make this a multiple part thing but then I got a better series idea and just yasss. also this is the first stranger things fit I’ve ever done so please please please go easy on me 

You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth, watching as your breath clouded in the cold. Your ride was late. Actually, correction; your ride had forgotten they even were your ride. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him for it.

You and Jonathan weren’t exactly friends to begin with. It wasn’t that you hated each other it was just… acquaintances suited the two of you best. If it wasn’t for your mother always trying to push you two together, you questioned the fact that you two would even talk to each other at all. Not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in this mess right now, either. Regardless of how many times you objected this to your mother and insisted that he’d rather be with someone like Nancy, her and Ms. Byers both insisted that Jonathan driving you to school in the winter was simply the best decision, even though you had your own car. Ms. Byers called it being “safe,” while you mother hoped it would “spark something.”

Yet here you were, resorting to sitting on the sidewalk of the Hawkins High School parking lot defeatedly. To say that you were only a little upset over your current situation was an understatement. Maybe it was the cold, or the fact that this was the third time this has happened this week, but you were on the verge of tears. Instead of doing what you did the last two times and walking home, you figured if you sat here longer enough either one of two things would happen. A.) You’d freeze to death, or B.) Someone would realize you were gone and come get you.

But before another numbing thought could slip into your mind, a car pulled up near where you were sat as the driver slowly rolled the window down.

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what if lance wasnt just jealous that keith got to go to the blade of mamora base but was actually trying to protect him??? i mean lance was so against keith going and listed some very good reasons he probably shouldnt go and when they found out keith was in trouble he looked the most worried of them all like maybe he was thinking “god i was right someone else shouldve gone instead i shouldve pushed the subject harder now keiths in trouble” but not like in a malicious way its just hes willing to see keith as a human being with flaws and those flaws probably werent the best idea to send out there. now they dont show lances reaction to keith being alright which im not shocked at all about since they didnt show keith craddling him in his arms or the teams reunion but they literally refused to show a single closeup of his face afterwards and i find that rather interesting. anyways we can conclude lance was very happy and impressed that keith made it back safely because he mentions the blackholes when complimenting keith two episodes later. protective klance confirmed.

I feel like whenever this discourse comes up of Tony being some evil mustache twirling war profiteer, it’s often glossed over that Tony wasn’t making weapons because “hahaha he’s evil and likes to watch people die” - he makes weapons so that people would be safe, literally he makes his weapons with more accurate targeting for the specific purpose to avoid collateral damage - he wants more effective and accurate weapons so that soldiers fighting wouldn’t have to needlessly die - why do you think he mocked Hammer and his tech for so long? Because they’re defective, they’re inadequate, they’re second rate, and people would be hurt by Hammer’s tech than actually save - why do you think the military and Rhodey went to Tony? Because they knew his tech wouldn’t fail or jam up on them when they’re in a firefight

Sure you can argue the morals of supplying soldiers for a war, but is it really that blameworthy that you want your side to be able to stay safe and win a war that you didn’t start? Because last I checked, Tony isn’t the one starting any wars, he didn’t make any of that decision - he’s only ever tried to make sure that his country and the troops were the best equipped - just like he builds weapons and tech to best equip his fellow Avengers, would that now be war profiteering too?

People also like to gloss over that Stark Industries also isn’t solely weapons development - Tony even mentions in Iron Man 1 that a lot of their other research projects in other departments like phones and energy and crops are funded by military funding they receive in exchange for tech - in fact he’s more involved in R&D in those departments than making things that blow up.

And really, why is it that people like to forget Obadiah Stane? As if Tony somehow just ended up kidnapped magically? As if he just happened to get his own weapon in his chest by coincidence? It’s like it’s forgotten how selectively Tony is about whom his tech is given to - the only reason Tony ever got hit by his own weapon isn’t because he was carelessly selling his weapons to anyone, but precisely because Obadiah was lying and double dealing to terrorists this whole time.

Tony Stark didn’t suddenly shut down his weapons development division because he got hurt by his own bombs - he shut it down because he realized that his weapons that he thought were controlled and in the right hands, were literally stolen out from under him and given to terrorists to be used on innocent people - call him naive, ignorant, and privileged, those are all true, but shutting down his weapons manufacturing was never about himself and how he got a taste of his own medicine but rather the event of his attack made him realize that what he had thought were his weapons used safely and right, now he knows they weren’t and he didn’t look deep enough to see it before and now he can’t ignore it and things have to change. The bombing on himself wasn’t the reason for the change, the bombing was the initial event that landed him in the situation where he discovered the reason to change.

Why do you think Obadiah tried to kill Tony? Why do you think he lied all this time? Because he knew that if Tony ever learned the truth, Tony wouldn’t be okay with it, and he was right, because as soon as Tony saw that his weapons were actually gettting into the hands of terrorists who just wanna hurt people - he totally shut it all down.

You can blame Tony for being naive in trusting Obadiah to run the company (even though Obadiah was a trusted family friend whom Tony relied on growing up), you can blame Tony for not looking deeply and carefully into where all his weapons were going, you can blame him for caring more about just inventing things than actually what is really being run in his company under his own nose - but you cannot blame Tony Stark for the actions of Obadiah Stane who decided to sell weapons to terrorists, who decided to lie to Tony about it and have Tony killed so Tony couldn’t stop him.

Tony Stark built his tech with all the intentions that they’d be used the right way, that nobody would get hurt but the bad guys - maybe that’s naive, maybe that’s stupid, and maybe that’s careless, the road to hell is often paved with good intentions after all - but let’s not forget that Tony Stark never sold weapons to terrorists, never lied and double dealed away his weapons so bad guys could use it - yes he made weapons for the military, but remember that it wasn’t simply because of that’s what was expected of him as his father’s son, but also because Rhodey was military liaison, Tony trusted Rhodey and if Rhodey believed then Tony would too. Tony trusted Rhodey do always do the right thing so why wouldn’t Tony give him weapons that would help him.

Suna is just the best bro in history

Can I just mention how frigging precious Suna is in the Chocolate episode?

He’s always making sure mister dazed-by-love gets home safely, but this bit is particularly cute.

And then there’s Fierce Suna, sticking up for his way-too-good-for-this-world friend.

And this….

OMG look at him. Look at that smile. Seeing Takeo happy just genuinely pleases him. Someone give this boy a prize, and all of the love.

Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.

Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!

Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.

Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.

Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.

Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.

Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.

Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.

Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.

Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.

Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.

Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.

Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.

Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.

Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.

Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.

Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.

Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?

Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.

Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.

Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.

Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?

Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!

Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.

Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.

Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.

Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.

Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?

Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.

Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.

Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!

Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.

Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.

Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.

Inheritance | Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
Words: 2.6k+
Warnings: The MC gets a lil sad, mentioned death of a family member, swears
Notes: This was going to be a oneshot, then a two-shot, and now it’s a mess. I split it so the transitions would be smoother and it wouldn’t feel as rushed as it would were it all in the one scenario. More parts to come! (forgive the terrible summary)

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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look, now that we know michael is super bouncy and tactile and keeps his hood down only around jeremy, an idea to consider:

  • michael’s movements are stilted and slow after jeremy gets squipped
  • even after the play and jeremy apologizes, he doesn’t quite bounce as much
  • he doesn’t initiate contact with jeremy anymore
  • jeremy only realizes something’s terribly wrong when he and michael are heading home together and michael keeps his hood on
  • and that, more than any words or tears, is what breaks jeremy’s heart. knowing that he broke michael’s trust in him. 
  • I did that to him
  • so jeremy starts working his ass off to mend that trust. he initiates as much physical contact as possible. he bounces around and tries to dance, even though he’s not good at it. he never mentions the hood even once. he tries so hard to earn michael’s trust back. 
  • it takes a while, but one day michael comes over for video games and he pulls his hood down, and jeremy starts crying, because he’s so relieved. they’re still best friends. 
  • michael hugs him
  • jeremy cries harder. silently promises I won’t ever let you down again
Last one...

I am convinced this is the best casual grimoire you can buy.

I got the brown flowery notebook to match the altar for $12. But you can get plain brown or black for just $10.

It comes with 3 sections of paper. The first one is lined like a traditional notebook, the second is blank and good for drawings (pardon my amateur art of Venus), the last is graph paper. I will probably use that one for reference tables for astrology, herbs and so forth.

The sections are divided by little holders. You can slide business card sized paper through those slots, and maybe put a tarot card or two in the pouch. I have a bunch of art clippings there.

But the best part about this notebook…


They are held in by elastic bands in the center of each section. 3 new section inserts lined however you want are just $7. You can store your finished sections somewhere safe and have new working sections always. Each section has a cardboard cover on its outside to protect the mini-book/section.

Check out all the books here. Oh, and did I mention that they are on sale and retail for $30? You can thank me later :)

Our Home ( Carl Gallagher x Reader )

I’ve just started watching Shameless but got this idea in the shower

Not requested

Warnings: language, mentions of sex,drinking and drugs

AND STAY OUT”, my ever so amazing parents yelled at me, while throwing me out the door. Note the sarcasm. Great where am I gonna go now, sighing I start walking to the one place I really feel safe. The Gallaghers.Yeah i know what you’re think fucking Gallaghers, but they really aren’t half bad. I mean yeah they steal but that’s to get through their hardships. But Debbie is my best friend and well Carl is the reason for me being kicked out.

YOU ARE NOT TO LIVE IN THIS HOUSE AND LOVE THAT MANIAC “ “ THAT MANIAC IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE “, my parents and I kept going back and forth. They believed the Gallaghers second youngest boy was a bad influence on me. When really it was them, always drinking and having sex, oh yeah can’t forget drugs and cigarettes.
You see I, (Y/N) am inlove with Carl Gallagher. But he doesn’t know, in fact none of the Gallaghers know. Not even Debs. It’s hard hiding this secret, but then again you can’t help you who love. Great now I have to explain my situation for Fi. Fiona is like the older sister I never had and always wanted. I know she has a lot on her plate buts she’s the only person I can go to.

Not even bothering to knock on the door, I walk straight in and find Fiona sitting on the couch. But to my luck, again note my sarcasm, the whole Gallagher family is there. Except Carl, but it makes me happier knowing he wont know my situation.

“Fi”,  thats all I could say before I burst out crying.
(Y/N) oh my god are you okay?” No Fi I’m not
Ofcourse not only did Fiona get up, but so did Lip, Ian, Debbie and Steve. Liam was in his playpen, god bless that baby’s soul. “ (Y/N) what happened why are you crying?”, Lip asked me, he’s always seen me as a little sister.

Who do we have to beat up, I’ll get the killing bat. I’ll meet you outside Lip. “, Ian said, as if ready for battle little does he know, he can’t win it.
No Ian, you can’t, its my parents… they kicked me out
Holy hell (Y/N) why?”, Debbie asked me. Not wanting to give her an answer, I stayed quiet, only for Fiona to ask the same question again.

I told them I was in love with someone they dont like, at all and they said that I cannot love that person while living in this house. I told them nothing they can do with make me stop loving them and so they dragged me throughout the whole house and threw me into the streets.” I had explained to them, the truth would’ve came out eventually.

Well fuck (Y/N), I mean who are you in love with?
Yeah who are you in love with that you didnt tell me?
They kept pestering me with the questions and as i began to say it, “ I’m in love with C–”  Carl just so happens to walk in. My fucking luck man.

I’m sorry I shouldnt have come here and interrupted your home, I’ll go now “, as I began to walk out, I heard Carl. “(Y/N) why are you crying? Whats wrong?”. But I ignored him, I continued my path to the door when I felt him grab my hand and interlock our fingers. Blushing, I turned around and look at our hands, up to his face and look at the other Gallaghers.

(Y/N) oh my god “, Fiona said covering her mouth.
Carl, you’re in love with Carl”, Lip says, not even caring.
I got to go, again I’m sorry for coming into your home.
(Y/N) wait ”, I heard Fiona yell after me. I was by their front gate by the time she reached me. But she wasn’t alone, she brought Ian and Lip. I couldn’t bring myself to even be mad at Lip because I know he tends to speak his mind without thinking first.

Guys take (Y/N) for a walk”, Fiona tells the, no not even, she ordered them.

——————————Time Skip—————————-

On our way back to the Gallagher household, the boys tell me something really interesting.

(Y/N), Carl’s in love with you too”, they tell me that in sync. It really creeped me out.
Why would he be in love with a poor girl like me, one that’s out on the street”, I kick rocks into the road while walking.
You are coming home with us. You are apart of our family, making it our home.”, they said that in sync again. Again creeping me out.

As we walked into the house, I sat down with Fiona and explained my deal with conditions. I told her I wanted last shower of the day. Her saying no because its only cold water. Me saying yes because “ you guys need it more than I do”. Me saying I’ll make dinner and eat left overs. Her saying I can make dinner but get my portion first. I gave into that one. Her saying I can share with her. Me saying I’ll on the couch and thats final.

After telling her I was going to go take a bath, I gave her a hug and thanked her for everything she is doing. Walking into the bathrrom and turning on the water, I mentally prepared myself for the ice cold water.

You know you could’ve told me you love me and I wouldn’t have rejected you” Carl said, standing in the doorway entrance of the bathroom. Nodding my head, I jump in, not even caring if he saw me naked.

I love you (Y/N), this is our home now” he said to me, my heart melting with every word.
I love you too Carl, now, get your ass in here with me” I said smiling knowing I was right where I belong.

Occult October ficlet

There’s always been something off about Q. Something queer, in the old sense of the word. (Well, and in the new sense of the word, too–the man’s as bent as a nine bob note.) But though Bond wracks his brain and goes through all of the human-adjacent possibilities, none of them match up.

Werewolf? Q’s not hairy enough, and there are no telltale signs of depilatory creams or procedures. Plus, Bond has seen him working on a night with a full moon.

Banshee? Bond’s heard him shout at a particularly incompetent tech, and there was nothing supernatural about it. (Q is also terribly, painfully surprised by 003′s death when it happens.)

Vampire? Dhampir? Bond takes Q out to lunch, and Q orders the garlic shrimp entree and insists on sitting at a table that gets the sunlight. When he laughs at something Bond’s said, his canines are all the usual length.

(To his surprise, Bond ends up laughing as well, when Q makes a witty remark and accompanies it with the perfect comically snide expression. When he laughs, Q makes a show of peering into his mouth, too, and winks at him.)

(Well, subtlety has never been Bond’s strong point.)

Q isn’t a siren–Bond catches him singing off-key to himself in Q Branch late at night. He’s nearly as graceful as a half-elf, but more than once he knocks a spanner off a workbench and Bond has to catch it for him, which rules that out. An elf would never act so unashamed of possible clumsiness.

When Bond takes him out for dinner and for a walk along the Thames, Q orders the steak instead of the fish, and while they’re walking he casts long looks at Bond instead of the water, so he’s probably not a selkie.

Q’s flat has no water features and no fireplace, and all the plants are half-chewed by his cats, so he’s not a nymph or elemental. He doesn’t carry a wand or wear a jewel-based channeling device, so he’s not a warlock either. (Or a witch, or wiz, or whatever the young people call them these days.)

And Q’s definitely not a zombie. No telltale scars, and he’s interested in eating things other than Bond’s brains.


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In honor of the lunar eclipse tonight...

Just my take on what happens to Remus on a lunar eclipse like tonight…

  • “Remus, don’t be stupid. It’s just another moon-”
  • “But it’s not, Sirius.” Remus runs a hand over his face in frustration because they just aren’t getting it, “It’s not just another moon.” He looks around at his friends, “It’s a lunar eclipse. Not to mention a supermoon…”
  • “But… the moon’s in the Earth’s shadow,” Peter begins timidly, “If anything that should been it’s weaker… right-?”
  • No. No- fuck,” Remus glares around at them all, his four best friends. The four best friends he just wants to keep safe. His eyes linger on Sirius, who’s so much more than just a best friend; who, if anything were to happen to him, it would kill him. Especially if it were his fault.
  • “Do you know what they call lunar eclipses?” He says lowly.
  • They slowly shake their heads.
  • Remus takes a large breath. He just needs them to understand… “A bloody moon. A bloody moon-”
  • James scoffs, interrupting him, “Oh come off it, Moony. That’s because of the color-”
  • “Not according to some legends-”
  • “Oh so that’s what your basing this off of? Legends?” James argues back, “You’re forcing yourself into doing this alone for the first time in years all because of some myth? It’s probably fake.”
  • “Yeah, people come up with all sorts of shit-talk about werewolves, don’t they?” Sirius pipes in, his eyes pleading, “I don’t want you there alone, Re-”
  • “It’s not up to you.” Because Remus won’t have it. He’s too scared. He won’t let himself hurt anyone. He’d rather die. He’d definitely rather be alone for one night, “I won’t take any chances.”
  • “Moons-”
  • “That’s it, Sirius.” He snaps.
  • But he has to look away because Sirius is still looking at him with those sad eyes.
  • He glances outside, where the sky is starting to lose it’s light.
  • “I’ll see you guys tomorrow for dinner.”
  • As he walked out of the library, he saw the words he had read only weeks before flash in his mind. He knew it wasn’t a myth. He knew what was in store tonight for him. He had read about the ‘intensified violence’, the ‘rabid behavior’, the studies that had been done with werewolves and other animals on nights like this.
  • And Remus would not allow himself to hurt his friends.
  • ‘danger to even themselves’
  • He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts, all images of Sirius’ hurt face, as he made his way down to the shrieking shack,
  • alone.

  • He’d forgotten what it was like, the transformation without his friends
  • There was no comfort of having company
  • No James trying to crack jokes
  • No Sirius to hold his hand right up until the last second, or press a kiss to his lips and mumble a ‘I’ll be waiting for you” before slipping into Padfoot.
  • It was horrific, and Remus could barely stand it
  • He knelt in the middle of the shack floor, the rising moonlight feeling like the hot sun- burning into his skin
  • Fuck,” He fell forward onto his hands, his muscles tightening painfully. He could feel his bones quivering, ready to shift
  • Unconsciously, he groped out for Sirius’ hand, only finding air
  • Spasms of pain racked his body and his nails dug into the floor, the old wood splintering under his nails
  • Pads-” He caught himself again. He was alone.
  • He had to be alone He tried to remind himself, It has to be this way
  • He heard himself cry out, although the familiar ringing was starting to fill his ears, and felt his temple collide with the floorboards
  • It was as if an invisible force was twisting him this way and that, his skin was on fire, his bones shifting under his skin, grinding together painfully
  • He didn’t know he was crying until he yelled out again, “Sirius. Sirius.”
  • He no longer knew they weren’t there.
  • He no longer really knew where he was
  • It had never been this bad, his sense of self was fading fast
  • With a last burst of white hot, he felt his spin curve in against itself,   heard a yell that was no longer his
  • And Remus Lupin was gone

  • The wolf lay breathing hard, still, only for a second
  • The night seemed deadly quiet after the yelling at the clawing
  • And then there was a howl, and the shack shuttered, as a body was thrown against it
  • The protection enchantments seemed to ripple under the weight of the clawing and the howling because what was in side just wanted out
  • The wolf crouches, growling, pacing, pacing, foaming at the mouth, until it howls again
  • Except instead of adding to the scratch marks that line the walls, this time its claws have another target: himself
  • And it growls and tears until the thick scent of blood fills the air
  • And with a final snarl, a final heavy thump…
  • The night goes silent

  • The first thing Remus tastes, when he comes to, is blood.
  • The first thing he smells is blood
  • The first thing he feels, is pain - white, hot, and burning
  • His eyes fly open as he gasps, his breathing escalating to a point of hyperventilating almost instantly because he can’t breath
  • “P-Pads.” His voice is weak, a whisper.
  • Where are his friends? Why aren’t they there to take him to the hospital wing? What happened to him?
  • He looks down, trying find the source of the pain, and nearly passes out again
  • Because where his chest should be, is a slashed mess of skin.
  • And where the floor should be, is a puddle of dark, wet, red.
  • The sight makes him feel light headed because that can’t be his body
  • “Sirius- James.. Pe-” he panics.
  • And he remembers.
  • His friends aren’t here to help him
  • He reaches a shaking hand to his torso. He needs to stop the bleeding, to put pressure but where? There’s too many sources
  • His head falls back on the wooden floor and he tries to get gulps of air into his lungs as he realizes, with a sinking sensation,
  • he’s dying
  • Because there’s too much blood, and no help.
  • He’s alone.
  • He squeezes his eyes shut, tears leaking from the corners as Sirius’ hurt face fills his mind- the last time he had seen it.
  • “’m sorry.” The sobs hurt so bad but he can’t control them, he can’t slow his breathing or his tears, “I’m sorry. I love you I love you. I’m s-”
  • Remus. Fuck, James! Get Pomfrey! Now!”
  • Remus thinks he’s dreaming. He must be dying because Sirius’ voice.
  • But then there’s a heavy pressure on his chest and a his vision blurs until suddenly, the only thing that comes into focus is Sirius’ face, panic-stricken
  • “Re- Moons, can you hear me? Remus.”
  • “’Pads.” Remus tries to touch Sirius face but he can’t feel his hands anymore, “Pads.. ‘m sorry. I’m sor…-”
  • But that’s all Remus can get out because he really can’t breath now. It feels like he’s trying to breath through mud and by the rattling sound his chest is making, he could be.
  • “No. No, Remus look at me.” Sirius is crying, Remus can see that he’s crying and he wants to comfort him but he can’t seem to move his mouth anymore, or anything really, “Remus… Please, don’t. Please.”
  • Sirius’ voice is getting distance and Remus’ vision is getting darke.
  • Like someone is slowly turning off the lights.

  • The first thing Remus tastes, when he comes to, is the sweet aftertaste of a dreamless sleep potion
  • The first thing he smells, is the distinct scent of chocolate
  • The first thing feels, is a warm hand pushing softly through his hair.
  • “Re? Can you hear me, love?”
  • And he remembers:
  • “Re- Moons, can you hear me? Remus.” And pain.
  • With difficulty, he opens his eyes
  • He has to blink quite a bit against the bright light but finally his eyes adjust
  • And he’s blinking up at Sirius’ face, his dark eyebrows drawn together in concern, his fingers still running through Remus’ hair.
  • “Moons?”
  • Remus blinks slowly, “y’look like an angel.”
  • And Sirius looks confused at first
  • But then he bites his lip and feels his eyes fill with tears because Remus is talking; he’s alive
  • And every time Sirius closes his eyes, all he can see is Remus’ limp body in his arms, leaking red.
  • “What?” He whispers.
  • “Sunshine.” Is the only explanation Remus gives, before trying to bring a hand up to Sirius’ face.
  • Remus winces
  • “Don’t move, Moony…” Sirius takes his hand, and kisses his knuckles before engulfing it in both his own, “You have to heal.”
  • Remus just kinda nods, still gazing up at him.
  • Sirius shakes his head and presses his lips to Remus’ forehead, squeezing his eyes shut, “You scared me so bad, Re. So bad, I thought-”
  • Remus presses his nose up into Sirius’ neck, trying to give whatever affection he can without moving too much, “’m sorry… I- I just couldn’t hurt you-”
  • “So you hurt yourself?”
  • “Better me than you-”
  • Sirius pulled back, looking right at Remus, “No. Don’t you- Don’t you fucking say that. You almost died! What would I have done if you had died-
  • “What would I have done if you had died?” Remus interrupted him.
  • They stared at each other, tear tracks on their cheeks and hands clutched together.
  • “I thought you were dead.” Sirius finally choked out in a shaking voice.
  • Remus swallowed thickly, “So did I.”
  • Sirius blinked and more tears dripped onto the mattress. He looked like he was struggling not to break.
  • Remus rested his head back on the pillow, and slowly, painfully, opened his arm to Sirius, “C’mere, Pads.”
  • And, as Sirius crawled into Remus’ arms, he lost the struggle. He cried softly into Remus’ neck, pressing kisses there and Remus whispered promises to him.
  • “m never letting you do it alone again. ‘m never gonna let you be alone.”
  • Remus just nodded, remembering how he had so desperately wished he had had Sirius there with him.
  • And they lay in the tiny hospital bed together until Remus fell asleep.
  • And Sirius lay awake, listening to Remus’ heart, making sure it was still beating.
  • Because, even if only for a second, he’d been so terrified that he’d lost him.
  • And really, if Remus is lost, so is Sirius.
Saved By The Clown

Request: “Pennywise x Reader: One where she is stabbed in a mugging attack while walking under the kissing bridge. Pennywise comes out the water drags her from the side and into the water to heal her. 🎈 BASICALLY FLUFFY, AN EMBARRASSED PENNY WHEN SHE KISSES HIS CHEEK TO SAY THANK YOU.”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood and slight profanity

Originally posted by vourdalakpriest

It was a beautiful afternoon and you had just finished hanging out with your best friend. She had offered to take you home so that you would get there safely but you politely declined. Nothing had ever happened to you when you walked home alone so you thought the same today. Boy you were wrong.

You started to walk on a bridge mostly known as the “Kissing Bridge” it was nice, the water under you calmed your nerves. That was until you heard footsteps behind you. You quickened your pace but so did the person. Taking it as a sign you started to sprint. You almost made it off the bridge when the person grabbed you and slammed you on the bridge’s railing.

Little did you know your neighborhood clown Pennywise was watching the whole scene unfold. He became angry as he saw the man lay his hands on you. If he could he would’ve ripped off every single limb off his body.

“Give me everything you’ve got little lady or I’ll put a bullet through your pretty little brain.” The guy told you.

He grabbed your collar with his hand while he had his other hand on his gun pointing to your head.

“I think not.” You stated.

You punched the man’s face and then kicked his hand making the gun fly out of and land in the bridge’s water. The man then pulled out a knife and raised it over his head about to strike you but you raised your arm and blocked it.

Pennywise was impressed at your fighting skills and secretly he was hoping you would walk away from the fight safe and unharmed. He was rooting for you, he was happy thinking you’d be okay until his heart sunk.

He watched as the man quickly switched the knife from his left hand to his right. It took you off guard and next thing you know Pennywise witnessed as the man plunged his knife into your abdomen.

Pain rushed through your entire body. You held onto the railing of the bridge as you squeezed your eyes shut in pain. You put your right hand over your abdomen feeling your warm blood seep through your clothes and fingers.

“Now I’m going to finish you off.” The man said.

The man raised the knife over him again but quickly without thinking you threw yourself over the bridge landing in the water.

When you looked up he ran away feeling from the scene. You walked trying to make your way out of the water. It was getting harder and harder to breathe. You looked down at your wound, tears poured out of your eyes as you realized that you would probably die.

Cold, wet, alone and with a stab wound in your abdomen. You remembered your last goodbye to your parents when your best friend picked you up. And your last goodbye to your best friend when you left her house.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a wave of dizziness hit you. This was it this was the end. You were right because in a matter of seconds you fell to your side and blacked out. Your hair covering your face, your wound still bleeding, and your hand stained with your own blood.

Pennywise noticed as you went limp on the grass. He quickly swam/walked over to you. A puddle of blood now surrounding your body. Pennywise knew he had to do something quick. Worried, he laid his head on your chest and thankfully you were still breathing but it was faint.

“Come on Y/N don’t do this to me. You can’t give up I’m going to help you.” He said even though you couldn’t hear him.

Penny picked you up and set you down in the water. He didn’t let go, he had his left arm under your back making sure you didn’t float away or drowned.

Carefully he placed his right hand on your wound it started to glow. Yellow light shined from it and the energy flowed inside your wound. Penny could hear your muscles being put back together. Your outter layer of skin was now stitched back up and it looked like you hadn’t even stabbed.

Soon enough the glowing stopped. Penny kept staring at you hoping that it worked. But you gave no signs and he started to become worried. When all of a sudden and you opened your eyes.

“Welcome back Y/N.” Pennywise smiled lightly.

“Feels great to be back.” You smiled.

Then you remember what happened. You stood up quickly in the water trying to check your wound.

“Careful there you just woke up and lost blood.” Penny said.

You lifted your shirt a little and noticed that the wound was no longer there. It looked like you hadn’t even been stabbed.

“What? But how?” You asked Penny in shock.

“Let’s just say I used a little bit of magic.” He winked.

“Ooh thank you Penny.” You kissed his cheek and then hugged him.

Pennywise felt as his face became hot. If it wasn’t for the makeup you would’ve noticed his crazy blushing.

“You’re welcome. Y/N you’re welcome, I’d do anything for you.” He said as he continued to hug you, not letting go.

Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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This is pretty irrelevant

That new episode of Gintama on Sunday was just beyond Amazing. We were barely one minute into the show and already they had parodied at least 5+ anime and don’t get me started on Shinpachi’s reaction/ commentary. Not to mention Umibozu’s appearance and into Yorozuya and them finding out about the boyfriend and-

I’m just going to skip to the ending of the episode





I rarely post unless its ship related so:

Woah familiar?? All Okikagu know this ofc its familiar

Its probably nothing this is 100% something I mean like the other Gintama girls had roses as well although the two that came close were Sachan’s and Matako’s (but if you look closely it’s of the same color but not the same shade).

Told you this was kind of irrelevant 

Going Back

Solo triplets x fem. reader

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of a suicide attempt.

Summary: The reader visits her old childhood friends, Matt, Kylo, and Ben, after not seeing them for several years for their birthday.

Word count: Almost 11k (10,949 words)

A/n: Lots of fluff and some drama. Instead of breaking it up into parts I tried to write it as one. (lol been working on this for a while now(sorry I’ve been so busy btw, teaching it so tough!!! :( )) I was inspired to write this after listening to ‘Lovesong’ by The Cure. Special thanks to @skellingtonbatz for the help!!


Originally posted by kyloholic

Originally posted by sherrenaz

Originally posted by kyloxdriver

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How RFA + Minor Trio Would Cuddle With MC

GIF Headcanon Set


Originally posted by admireforever

• Baby boy will not be able to stop looking at you.

• Stroking your hair, and cheeks; giving you soft kisses on the nose, and forehead.

• Likes to be the little spoon, but is happy to be the big sppon to make you feel safe.

• Loves to be held close to your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

• Whispers to you how much he loves you.


Originally posted by pleasingpics

• Holds you as close as he physically can to his chest.

• Constant forehead kisses, and kisses to your lips.

• Will hum softly to you, or tell you over, and over again how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, and how precious you are to him

• Loves being the big spoon, but prefers to have you in his chest.

• Enjoys playing with your hair.


Originally posted by lezgoals

• Loves it when you hold her close to your chest, and stroke her hair after a stressful day.

• Will thank you for being with her, and that she loves you.

• Loves it when you kiss her cheeks, and the top of her head.

• Will often pull up to give you a quick peck on the lips or jaw.

• Loves it when you spoon with her.


Originally posted by lovershub

• Will read to you while you’re curled up into his chest.

• Enjoys scratching your back, and running his fingers through your hair.

• Will hold your hand tight, and often pull it to his lips, kissing your hand over and over again.

• Will whisper that you’re his princess, and how much he loves you.

• Loves it when you get a little bold and decide to be the big spoon.


Originally posted by osmosis-art

• Loves it when you lie on top of him, with your head pressed to his chest.

• Will tickle you from time-to-time.

• Whispers jokes to you constantly, while reminding you that he loves you.

• Loves it when you just talk to him.

• Forehead kisses while he strokes your hair.


Originally posted by sensualkisses

• A little bit unsure what to do at first, but soon warms up to it, and enjoys spooning with you.

• Prefers being the big spoon, taking in the scent of your hair; and feeling your warmth.

• Often teasingly kisses your neck.

• Likes to hold your hand and play with your fingers.

• Whispers about icecream, but will keep telling you that he loves you the most.


Originally posted by lovershub

• Loves it when you kiss his forehead, or shower him love and affection.

• Little sppon all the way, he loves feeling safe and happy with your arms around him.

• Will talk about random stuff, while mentioning that he loves you.

• Sometimes gets a little bold and buries himself into your chest.

• Enjoys listening to your breathing and heartbeat.


Originally posted by sensualkisses

• Really awkward and tense at first, until he gets used to it.

• Finds he likes it best when he has his arms wrapped around you, and you pulled close to him.

• Not very vocal, just enjoys the silence and focusing on your breathing, but will tell you that he loves you.

• Also finds that he likes to be the big spoon.

• Will kiss your head, and lips often.

011. tattooartist!jungkook

011. “may i have this dance?”

Jungkook never really had a liking towards fancy and such extravagant events. He didn’t hate it, per se but rather… it’s the prejudice on it that society worships things to be put on a golden pedestal or else it wouldn’t be considered an important event. It irritates him just thinking about it. However, on the other side of his mind where he learns to appreciate the little things, it wasn’t so bad.

No, how could it be bad to see you use this reason to dress up to the tip, willing to show him that you can be a princess if you wanted to? The heels replace your usual sneakers, messy hair now combed nicely with a garment that covers up all expectations and more with a simple black dress that wraps around your body nicely. Jungkook has never felt happier to attend an event before.

The agreement was for you two to meet up separately, mainly because the time did not align for you to come together. It was better than not having you here at all, he thinks. Now as he sips onto a glass of champagne and secretly hopes for something else that he’s used to… someone that he is catches his eye.

Jungkook sets the drink aside and straightens his coat on his body before making his way formed in his mind to get to where you are. Based on how you’re looking around only makes his heart swell at the thought you’re looking for him. No one else, none other than - “Jungkook,”

He smiles at your surprise, growing even wider at the spark in your eyes that is no match for the chandelier twinkling above. His hand extends out as he dips down slightly, fingers uncurling for your own, “May I have this dance?”

It’s unusual to see him act this way not because he wasn’t good at it (if anything, good lord he is and he should wear suit and ties more often but) you know deep down, it’s not his kind of thing. He’d rather spend his Saturday night at the bar with the guys or in his workspace to come up with some new designs or… with you at home he’s mentioned is one of his safe havens to breathe and be human. So this, for him to put aside the lifestyle he’s used to just to step into your own made you happy. Eh, he’s gotten into fist fights and situations not suitable in a ballroom before but he’s on his best behaviour tonight.

Just for you.

“I would be sad if you didn’t,” Your hand slips into his and he shakes his head with a tsk, “How could I ever,” Jungkook pauses, to hear your gasp in between as he slides the pair of you onto the dance floor with his arms around your waist guiding you there. Your wide eyes does things to his ego when he sees how speechless you’ve become, your fingers trembling at the back of his neck before they find familiarity and relax, the same time he finishes his sentence, “Miss out an opportunity to dance with such a beautiful lady?”

He smirks when you refuse to say anything, resorting to move to the music playing in the background. Initially, Jungkook intends to pretend like he didn’t say anything before but as the seconds tick by and a spark in your gaze has him curious.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, love?”

“I should watch what I say in a formal event, Jeon,” He squints his eyes at you, tilting his head and you spot the telltales of his tattoo. You use a hand to cup the side of his head to put it back into place where it hides his artwork not meant for people in here to appreciate. He blinks, and it’s a split second until he feels your breath against his ear.

“I’m holding myself back before any indecent exposure happens,”

“…such dirty words from a pretty mouth,”

“Why, me? I didn’t say anything,”

Jungkook shakes his head with a wide grin, pulling you close and his hands are lined up lower than your waist but high enough to be away from being inappropriate. He leans in to press a kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips over to your earlobe. His breath hits your skin and it makes you shudder but to the public eye, it’s nothing. Simply a sweet gesture that can only get sweeter knowing what he means when Jungkook whispers into your ear: “Just wait until we get home, Miss Y/N.”

Honestly, my personal headcanon isn’t that Lapis took the barn with her to punish Peridot for not going with her. Rather, she took the barn as a substitute for Peridot herself. Lapis had no interest in the barn when she thought Peridot would go with her.

But then Peridot told her that she’d rather stay on Earth, and chance fighting the Diamonds than fly off into space with Lapis. Lapis doesn’t want to lose Peridot, but she isn’t ready to stay on Earth. So she takes the next best thing; the barn, which has Peridot’s meep morps and Camp Pining Hearts. The barn has things that belonged to Peridot, things that Peridot liked and took time to create. It can be a substitute for Peridot.

And, honestly, that was an extremely selfish thing for Lapis to do. Because when she took the barn, she wasn’t thinking about how it would affect Peridot, to be without her home. Lapis was thinking about what Lapis Lazuli wanted. And that’s something she’s always had a tendency to do. Not only that, but those that love her also have a tendency to make her issues the most important. Steven told Greg that Lapis wasn’t mean, she just wanted to go home. And he felt sorry for her for being “trapped” with Jasper inside Malachite. Peridot avoided mentioning the “J word”, saying anything that might upset Lapis and tried her best to give Lapis consistency.

But that consistency was a double edged sword. Lapis never had to worry about anything bothering her. Everything would be safe and nice and happy. (Minus unexpected things, like the meetings with Jasper and Connie). But she also never dealt with her issues. She never grew. So when the possibility of something very, very bad came up, Lapis wasn’t able to deal with it.

So Lapis thought of herself, and she ran.

Write Me Lovely part 3

Jughead stood over a short Latino boy named Joaquin, cautiously hovering as he lifted and pushed the weights above his chest. Spotting was not something Jughead did for anyone but Joaquin was his best friend in prison and if he needed something Jughead was gonna be the one to provide.

“Alright, that’s it.” Joaquin slammed the barbells on the ground beside him, hunching on his knees as Jughead dropped to the workout bench next to his, the sun was sweltering outside today and both of the boys were shirtless and sweaty.

“Something’s up with you, I can feel it. You sick or something mijo? You’ve got some weird face on.”
Joaquin took a moment to let the concern appear briefly on his face before quickly shoving it away. “No you ain’t sick, you look… impatient? What’s got you on edge?”

Leaning back into the sun, Jughead let the sweat drip from his hair and onto the concrete ground.
“Wrote a letter, just waiting on a reply is all.”

Joaquin lifted the dirty milk carton filled with tap water and took a heavy gulp before handing it to Jughead.
“You write your dad? Or maybe that crazy red headed chick who used to always try to visit?”

Jughead nearly spit his water out at both of those suggestions.
“Haven’t written my dad once since I’ve been locked up, he could be dead or in prison himself for all I know. And as for Cheryl Blossom? No way man, that chick is nuts. I didn’t like her in High school and I sure don’t like her now. You know how those kind of girls are, all about the bad boy.”

“So who is it?”

“It’s just some penpal program some teacher wrote me, I just wanna know if she’ll write me back.” He lied, secretly he couldn’t wait to see if she wrote him back, he wanted to know what was in the letter, he wanted to learn more about Betty Cooper.

“Well let’s go check, mail should be here by now. Maybe she sent a picture, I may not like women but I know a pretty one when I see one.” Joaquin headed for the doors, leaving Jughead to scramble after him.

He hadn’t thought about what she looked like. Maybe she was blonde, tall would be nice, she was a teacher, he could imagine sundresses and buns.

Oh great now he was thinking, thanks a lot Joaquin.

They arrived at the mail room in record time, Joaquin was fast, light on his feet and stealthy, he was a great asset to the Serpents but just like Jughead he wanted out.

Joaquin was the first to speak
“We’re looking for a letter, Jughead Jones.”

Jughead rolled his eyes at his friends forwardness.

The woman at the desk shook her head,
“No letters addressed to that inmate, sorry.”

Jughead felt the dissapointment weigh heavy in his chest as he turned to walk away, Joaquin’s hand on his shoulder.

“ oh wait!” The woman called “ you do have a letter, it’s part of the package.” She held out a medium sized cardboard box with a baby blue envelope taped on top. “Smells great, the guards have been eyeing that one all day.”

With wide eyes Jughead allowed himself to be tugged down the prison halls, gripping the box protectively.

Joaquin was practically shaking with excitement as he gestured at the box.

“Open it! Come on Jughead! I wanna see what’s inside!”

For a moment Jughead saw the child Joaquin once had been, the innocent youth that had been taken from him at the hands of the Southside Serpents, replaced by a hardened, jaded individual. with a sad smile Jughead slid the box over to Joaquin and nodded, encouraging him to open it. The darker boy didn’t have to be told twice, he savagely ripped off the tape and the room was instantly filled with the smell of cookies and pastries.

“Shut the fuck up.” Joaquin whispered, nearly drooling at the eclairs wrapped up in Tupperware.

Jughead could help the grin that spread across his face
“Take what you want just leave me one of everything, and get out of here. I wanna read my letter.” Joaquin shoved his pockets and thanked Jughead as he scrambled out of the room.

Carefully tearing open the letter Jughead began to read, already having imprinted the swirly cursive in his brain

“Dear Jughead Jones.
You most definitely don’t have to call me Ms.Cooper! Only my students call me that and I find that strangely odd as well. Speaking of my students, you had asked what it is that I teach, well to answer your question I run the art program here at riverdale elementary. And before you ask, no I have no formal training, to be honest I couldn’t draw a stick figure if you asked! But they wanted to shut the program down so I volunteered! These kids have such talent it drives me crazy. I hope you got my package, I know how temperamental mail can be! If you did get it I hope you like my sweets! I expect a full prisoners report when you’re done ;) my apple crisp cookies are a huge seller here at the bakery! Now I have something to ask you, it may sound foolish but it’s important to me. You mentioned that you had a dog at home, I know you were kidding but I would love to send down for him to be brought to me. I’m willing to pay your friends for hot dog! I don’t want him to be unloved while you’re away! If you’ll let me I could have him here by the end of the week? Think about it! I promise I’ll be a fabulous dog mom! On another note, I’m very happy you aren’t a murderer! How much is left of your sentence? You mentioned finding a small town, well my friend Riverdale is the smallest! We have the starlight festival in two months. It’s beautiful. I am very interested to hear more about your dreams and aspirations (that’s not just my teacher voice talking. I am very curious!) believe it or not I am living my dream, my bakery does very well and my friends are healthy, of course something is always missing but that has always been their, like white noise. Well Jughead Jones I can’t wait to hear from you again!
Stay safe and be loved -Betty Cooper.

Jughead squeezed his eyes shut, hugging the letter to his chest. She wanted hot dog. Hot dog was his best friend, the dog was the very definition of a lover and the dark haired owner hated to think of how lonely he was at home. She would really do that for him? And was she asking him out? Did she want to take him to some starlight festival.. no, she just mentioned it, a random thought. He had things to tell her, things he had never told anyone else, but first….

Jughead dug in the box pulling out an apple crisp cookie and taking a bite.

Jugheads eyes nearly popped out of his head as he moaned involuntarily.

Holy shit that’s good.