like why does she do this to me

About the Muslim quote

Do you think if all the actors weren’t ok with it (when half of them are practising muslims) that they wouldn’t have been offended as you all and say something??? Like calm down

That literally shows everyone there myst be a reason for why she did the clip… Why can’t people try to understand julie/ or trust the actors?
Like it bothers me this fandom does the extreme sometime…. It bothers me a lot actually, and thats coming from someone who knows why the 72 virgins thing is offensive

I just choose to trust the actors and the writer who’s slaving away trying to bring her creative work out to show real life and meta in shows smh

nickki-d-k  asked:

Ok so I'm late to the httyd au party, I've pondered this before, and as much as I love Hiccup and would love to see Branch in Hiccup's gear...*ooooh lightbulb* I think he'd make a better Astrid (Branchrid?) , with Poppy as Hiccup (Poppup lol) dunno if someone suggested this before.

Haha yeah I did think that once somebody brought up the httyd au but I think what sold me with Branch as Hiccup, was the prosthetic leg thing. Like it seemed like the obvious choice. Just gotta do it.

Buuuut I do really like the idea of Poppup too. I mean ofc this little sweetheart befriends a dragon (the one thing shes NOT supposed to make friends with) and tries keeping her new giant ass pet a secret. That’s such a Poppy thing bruh.

Also it’d be a lot like Branch to get suspicious. Why does Poppy keep sneaking off? Is she doing something dangerous? Is she gonna get hurt? She better not get hurt. Gotta follow her and see. Purely for investigation purposes, of course.

Plus I can see him getting pretty pissy if Poppy is suddenly knows more about dragons than he does. Like he’s the survivalist here. Who does she think she is, showing him up like this

blueismywarmestcolour  asked:

Hey Jake! :D I'm having a shitty day and it seems like Jess is too...Wish I had you to look after me like she does! Hope you some good self care stuff today :) but yeah just feeling low today... and thought I'd say hi.

Awh no Blue :(
Why dontcha plan your own self care day? Do something special, just for you! You totally deserve it! :D
Sending lots hugs across the pond! ^_^

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Lance, Keith knows an alien who can help you with your problem.

Thank you so much for requesting! This one was a hard one to figure out how to write! But I liked the challenge and I’m pretty satisfied with how it turned out! :o


Lance is a hopeless romantic, poorly expressed within shallow flirting, but he has his moments. Hunk still is a very physically affectionate and welcoming friend. Pidge can’t sit down like a real person. Keith knows why he’s blushing more often.

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what's a fire and how does it - what's the word? - burn

so i have this disney playlist i listen to usually when i’m driving and i was blasting poor unfortunate souls this morning and i was thinking

what if ariel didn’t sign the scroll?

because she’s about to, okay, and she looks at the paper. the parchment made of seaweed, the ones that’s specially treated to survive underwater. and she thinks of her cave of treasures, her books that remain perfectly preserved underwater. “no thank you,” she says slowly, becoming keenly aware of air of this place, of the not-people she’d seen who hadn’t been able to pay the price for sea witch’s bargain. “i – no. thank you. but no.”

ursula tries to convince her otherwise, but ariel runs. she goes back to her cave, destroyed as it was by her father’s anger, and thinks.

she’s the daughter of triton. her books never got wet, though she lives in the ocean. she feels a pull inside her, to the land, to somewhere else, but what if – what if –

what if she doesn’t need the sea witch or her father to perform magic for her? what if she has her own?

ursula had wanted her voice because that’s how she performed her magic. singing in this cave had given it powers and protection, and when she saved her prince from the sea – she sang then too, to keep him safe, to guide him back to life and away from death.

so she has magic. she only needs to figure out how to use it.

so that’s what ariel does now. she’s quiet and keeps to herself, and her father and sisters think that it’s because she’s upset with her father, that she’s busy licking her wounds. she’s moved on from that. she has no trident, and is uninterested with fueling her magic with the souls of the damned like ursula has. so she needs to figure something else out.

she does what she’s not supposed to do, and goes where she’s not supposed to go, slipping past the guards and patrols to the one place in the sea that is forbidden to all of them.

the crevice in the earth where what remains of her grandmother lives.

ariel goes to amphitrite, and the sea goddess is so much bigger than ariel, the size of great whale as she curls at the bottom of the sea floor, too old and too tired to do anything more than sleep. “granddaughter,” the great being croaks, opening an eye as blue and as unfathomable as the sea, “you look like me.”

“they say i look like my mother,” she says, and to herself adds: that’s why father can barely stand to look at me.

“you have more of me in you than your mother,” she says, and she shifts and pulls her mass of red hair over her shoulder. “more of me in you than your father does, even.”

“i have magic,” she says, pulling her bravery to the fore as she swims closer to her grandmother, “i want you to teach me how to use it.” amphitrite pushes herself up, and it’s the first time she’s moved in a millennia, and ariel notices for the first time that her grandmother isn’t a mermaid – she has legs.

she has legs.

“you have power,” amphitrite corrects fiercely, “and i will teach you to wield it.”

and so she does. ariel spends her nights by her grandmother, learning to harness the power of the sea that runs in her veins, and sleeps her days away while her sisters and flounder and sebastian grow more and more concerned, but she refuses to tell them why. she refuses to be stopped.

but her heart still aches. she fell in love with her prince, and she wants him still. so she swims to the edge, goes to the beach where his castle resides in the dead of night when her lessons with her grandmother are complete, and sings

. she’s careful not to let any magic leak through, only her voice. she does not want to enchant him. she wants him to love her as she is. so she sings, her voice clear and powerful and cutting through the air. she hopes he can hear it.

then one day a figure walks to the beach, and it’s him, her prince. “hello?” he calls out, “are you out there? are you – please, it was you that saved me, wasn’t it? won’t you come out and let me see you?”

so she does, waves her tail at him until he catches sight of her and takes hesitant, disbelieving steps closer.

“you’re a mermaid,” he says, eyes wide, “i thought i saw – but it couldn’t be.”

“i am, and it can,” she says, heart beating wildly in her chest. he’s just as handsome as she remembered, and she wants him just as much. “my name is ariel.”

“ariel,” he repeats, and pulls off his boots and goes wading into the water, watching her to see if she flinches away from him. she doesn’t, and his strides grow bolder. “my name is eric.”

“eric,” she whispers, and when he’s close enough he touches her, trailing fingers across the bare skin of her shoulder and tangling them in her hair.

when he kisses her, she feels powerful enough to undo the world.

so there’s that now, spending her nights with her grandmother and her prince, and she knows how to make her own legs now, could walk onto land and be made a queen among the two legged men.

but she’s a princess here first, and before she can do that she needs to take care of something.

ursula.

the rotten sea witch with her rotten sea magic won’t be allowed to torment her people any longer.

she tells her grandmother, and amphitrite smiles and says, “an excellent decision, child. i’ve enjoyed our time together, but i think it’s time for me to sleep once more. i’ve taught you everything i can.”

and tears prick ariel’s eyes, but she holds them back. she knew that it couldn’t be forever, that her grandmother can’t die but no longer desires to live and this is the in-between.

“you’ll be an amazing queen,” amphitrite murmurs, and closes her eyes for a millennia more.

this isn’t something to be done in the dead of night, although it would be easier to do it then.

she will make a spectacle of it, she will remind the sea that her people are not to be trifled with.

once upon a time they feared a blue eyed, red haired sea queen with the power to destroy them all. it’s time for them to do so again.

so she drives ursula to the center of the city. her sisters cower and people hide, and her father comes rushing forward to save her.

“you’ve committed great crimes against my people,” she says, not flinching as lightning gathers in the sea witch’s hands, “so now shall a great crime be committed against you.”

“foolish girl,” the sea witch snarls.

triton is yelling. he won’t get there in time.

he doesn’t have to.

she doesn’t need to sing anymore. instead she lifts her hands and pulls ursula apart without ever touching her, not only renders flesh from bone but also sets free the souls she’s been hoarding, reverses the magic done to those who’d fallen into the sea witch’s trap.

they all stare at her, her people, her father, and her sisters. she looks to triton and says, “i’m not a little girl anymore.”

he opens his mouth, closes it again, then says, “i can see that.”

all at once everyone’s perceptions are turned sideways about their youngest princess. she commands a power that even her father doesn’t have access to, she’s not depressed and dreamy – she’s powerful young woman who knows exactly what she’s doing.

so she does what she wanted to do, she gives herself legs and steps onto the sand and launches herself into eric’s arms. she becomes his bride, and the rumors run rampant of what she is, of where she came from, but they can’t prove anything and so they rule.

they live long, happy lives. ariel is his consort, his advisor, his wife, his tactician, and his best friend. all those years reading drowned books have certainly paid off. she ages herself along with her husband, bears his children and then teaches them they ways of her – their – people.

her husband dies, and she disappears, like the stories of selkie women that everyone whispers around her. their children give their father a sea burial, and vow to see him again one day. what they know and none of their subjects do is this – their father’s body isn’t in that casket.

she returns to her ocean, her legs form into her glittering green tail, and she goes home. she uses her terribly powerful magic, and brings her husband with her. she went from princess ariel of the sea to queen ariel of the land, and now she’s back again.

she’s not quite a teenager, but neither is she the old woman she pretended to be on land. she’s returned her and her husband to the prime of their life, and as she gained legs to be with him, he now gives his up to be with her.

eric becomes a merman, and a prince by virtue of being ariel’s husband.

she returns to her family and her world without missing a beat, and they all welcome her as if she never left, treat her husband with kindness and respect.

because they all know.

it doesn’t matter that she’s the youngest. when, far in the future, triton’s reign ends –

ariel’s reign will begin.

How does your intuition communicate with you? Does she politely interrupt your train of thought by clouding your vision temporarily with cut-throat hypothetical scenarios of the consequences if you choose to ignore her? Or does she scream loud enough for your heart to react and skip a beat? Like an electric shot through your system, as a means to force you to stop in your tracks? Tell me, does she simply remain silent and instead intertwine her fingers through your gut like guitar strings and clench into a fist, causing you to have a string of an untimely collection of butterflies anytime you subconsciously drift into thoughts of danger unknowingly to yourself and the situation? Do you ever contemplate why she tries so hard? She’s prone to relax but recently she’s become sensitive to the unfamiliar vibrations of your current environment. She’s only trying to protect you. Listen.

heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2 | PT 3 ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die”SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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I don’t usually make Pissed/Rant posts, but this infuriates me.

As many of you people know, I do conventions on top of youtube for a living. A really really good friend of mine does conventions and commission work for her living and has been doing this as a full paid living for years. (I am not going to say her name, she asked me to keep her anonymous so I will respect her request.) She does more conventions in a year, let alone several years, than I couldn’t ever fathom so her experience with conventions including El Paso Comic Con, is very broad. 

I don’t usually make posts like this or anything concerning drama, but I want this to be known out there and have there be an awareness of this issue, cuz what happened today at El Paso Comicon is wrong, and I just wish I was there to do something about it. 

The reason why I bring this up, is because today she faced a huge ordeal at El Paso Comic Con, and this is what I came to hear about today on her facebook, and over the phone.

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My friend’s words: 

“I don’t even know how to put into words what just happened to me. I am still physically shaking. Today at El Paso Comic con I tried to bring in a pasta because I was hungry and hadn’t eaten since yesterday. I was told by staff I couldn’t bring it in so I asked to bring it in anyway because I am vegetarian and can’t eat hotdogs and chicken salads.
They brought over their main supervisors and the head lady began to harshly try to put power over me saying “cons don’t allow food you can’t” she tried to discredit me by asking how many cons I do and how many let food in.
I began to explain again to the other person about how I cannot eat certain foods and as the conversation continued I began to feel an anxiety attack coming on and tears were already happening.
THEN THIS LADY TAKES OUT HER CAMERA TO FILM ME HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK.
I ask her to please stop filming me. She put her phone away but surely she still recorded the rest of my conversation without my consent.
The head of the con allows me my food in but at this point I am so anxious I can’t eat.
THEN I bring my food to my friend to give hers to her and explain what happened.
THIS WOMAN FOLLOWS ME TO THE TABLE to “call me out” on lying about being the only one at my table. (I am in full panic attack mode and very upset and not ok)
I explain (while still crying) that this is not my booth and I am giving her her food and telling her what happened. (she is the only one at her booth just like she told her, but this woman falsely accused her simply to destroy her.) 
She then tells me that I have to pack up my stuff and leave the convention. I tell her that I paid for my spot and am staying. (Not just as attendant but an exhibitor with paper work, paying for her spot) She begins to scream at me to “take a chill pill” and go back to my table.
Once I’m at my table I am in such a bad shape a friend of mine HAD TO GET A MEDIC. This panic attack lasted OVER AN HOUR and I am STILL shaking.

I am utterly humiliated and heartbroken. I loved this convention but I will not be coming back now. I have not had such a terrible attack in almost a YEAR.

This is something I am scared to post on Facebook but I know it’s important to let people know what’s going on. When my service animal can’t even help me because I have nearly stopped breathing, you know there’s a problem.”

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It’s not like me to make posts about this, the only other time I have is when the issue with UltimaAlmighty happened and even then I still don’t even think he deserved the ending he got despite me telling my share of the story. but this?.., is not ok. 

I want to contact the head manager or either the convention center, or of el Paso Comic Con and report this issue about the supervisor handling a situation that should have been dealt with care, and communication, not a power trip and following her with ill intent only to make hasty accusations that she is innocent of,- so far as to induce her with the worst anxiety attack where she literally couldn’t breath. (and her service animal for emotional support rendered useless). However, my problem here is that I don’t know how to contact the head of El Paso Comic Con. Does anyone know how? My friend was wronged, and I want the head to know about what their supervisor did. 

• Lena asking Kara if she can ask her good friend Supergirl to come over to her office to teach her kryptonese.

• Kara why-am-I-jealous-of-myself Danvers agrees.

• Lena trying her best to inconspicuously ask phrases like “will you have dinner with me?” “Will you go out on a date with me?” “Does pasta sound nice?” “You look beautiful” “they should name the stars after you” and other romantic fluff and obviously failing

• Kara getting nervous that Lena might be flirting with Supergirl and wanting to go on a date with her, confirming her horror that Lena might be more attracted to what she can do rather than who she is

• Lena going to Kara’s apartment that night and stuttering while she tries her best to say those phrases right with flowers in her hand

• Kara just MELTING, not even caring about the paper work that comes with Lena knowing

anonymous asked:

Dude camila putting her fingers in her mouth looking at lauren LIKE THAT in that one video makes me sooo omg like why tf would u do that?! lauren looks so winded and caught off guard. Could u.. hmm gif that? 🙃

Also look at Camila the moment Lauren sees her, she’s like  “shit she caught me, be cool, just pretend to be scratching you teeth”😂  And Lauren’s face says “wtf does she have to do stuff like that in public, now I’m so fucking turned on” 😂😂

hi guys so my girlfriend’s name is blue sargent and this is why i love her

  • she accidentally became a vegetarian she just isn’t fond of meat so she eats so much yogurt and salads and totally packs fruit kebobs for lunch,,, what a nerd
  • she has an emergency sewing kit
    • henrietta high school legend says if you say “blue sargent” and spin around three times in the girls bathroom she’ll walk out of the stall and have the exact right button to replace the one that got ripped off your sweater
  • literal embodiment of “aesthetic or die”, she’d choose overheating in the middle of a virginia summer over ruining her look
    • “blue you look like you’re gonna pass out”
    • "i’m sorry, i misheard, i think you meant i look fucking great”
  • her guilty pleasure is 90′s boy bands she loves *nsync and backstreet boys and totally knows all the bad dance moves from the music videos
  • she’s tone deaf though can’t carry a tune to save her life but sings loud and proud anyway
  • she has a gap in her teeth just big enough to be noticeable, it whistles when she’s trying not to laugh
  • she’s a mug hoarder that brings tea up to her room but has like twelve mugs on her window sill from forgetting to bring them back down
  • her dad’s a fuckin woodland nymph so she’s ridiculously good with plants and her vegetable garden is the envy of the neighborhood
  • she’s a dog person she walks dogs as a job because she gets paid!!! to spend time with dogs!!! she loves it so much
  • once whipped out her switch on a boy twice her size for catcalling and scared the living daylights out of him,, attitude makes up for height and this girl’s got plenty of it
  • she’s not a bad student but she does get asked to leave class for sassing her teacher’s or telling them theyre wrong
    • “[insert historical figure] was gay”
    • “ms. sargent please don’t”
    • “history is so fucking gay you don’t understand-”
    • “please sit outside for the remainder of class” 
    • *cue deep dramatic sigh from blue*
    • the teacher called maura, who laughed her ass off and hung up the phone
  • she was riding her bike home one day and was late because she got distracted talking to a homeless guy while waiting at an intersection and she bought him some mcdonalds and played cards with him
  • LOVES stargazing so much, persephone taught her the constellations when she was little
    • when she misses her she goes and sits under the stars with smelly tea, wearing a pair of persephone’s socks. she feels closer to her that way and it hurts a little less.
  • the gray man didn’t teach her how to fight, calla did.
    • by the time calla is done with her blue can flip ronan on his back
  • speaking of ronan him and blue are best friends i don’t make the rules these are just facts
    • she has dream hair clips that change color
    • she sewed pockets into all his jackets for chainsaw
    • theyre combat boot buddies
    • she is Tiny and rides on ronan’s back or shoulders
    • she has literally taken a running leap and jumped on his back while he was in the middle of a conversation and he didn’t falter in the slightest
    • he rips up clothes for her so she can get that Punk Aesthetic
  • she gives the best hugs on the planet she is a tiny lady but will pull you in so tight and you can rest your head on her soft hair,,, wow
  • her nail polish is always chipped it lasts like an hour tops
  • there’s always kids running around the house and she is so good with them, playing tag, teaching them crafts and cool friendship bracelet patterns and she wears all the ones they make for her
  • you think ronan cusses up a storm? blue could give him a run for his money the girl’s got a mouth like a sailor
  • loves yoga but only knows like 6 poses that she does over and over, calla judges her
    • “blue why are you laying on the ground”
    • “im doing yoga. its called corpse pose. leave me alone youre fucking up my zen.”
    • corpse pose is a lie it’s literally laying on the ground 
  • that’s about it
  • my girl is a dorky feminist hippy and i love her
  • she deserved better
  • :))))

You know I don’t think Jack knew he liked Ashi till this exact moment

“Why am I so nervous? Oh no oh no oh god no I like her.. I am not prepared for for this!!!!”

“Shitshitshit our hands touched what do I do?!?!?!??! I should say something I should say something come on brain make words happen.”

“Oh no stop talking. I’m making it sooooooo much worse. STOP TALKING!!!”

“Well I’m sweating worse than when I fought a legit army this is great. Is there a book on this? I feel like I should have been taught something. Well so long as I don’t talk again…”

“OH GOD WHY AM I TALKING AGAIN!?!?!”

“Ok ok I can do this we spoke before right? Yes yes we definitely did. Why is this so hard now?!?”

“Is it these uuuummmmm feelings I uh mmmmm does she like me too? I don’t know if i can handle that. Oh where is that figment of my mind to tell me what to do?”

“Oh thank god someone is trying to kill us. This I know how to deal with……should that concern me?”

reverse jealous / possessive meme

  • “he / she wasn’t flirting with me, calm down.”
  • “they’re just a friend, i swear.”
  • “you’re being really irrational about all this.”
  • “you can’t tell me what to do.”
  • “you can’t tell me who i can and can’t hang out with.”
  • “there’s no reason for you to be jealous.”
  • “who cares if they were flirting with me? it doesn’t mean anything.”
  • “stop treating me like a piece of property.”
  • “i wasn’t flirting, i was being friendly.”
  • “i don’t belong to you.”
  • “calm down. i’m yours, nothing’s gonna change that.”
  • “are you seriously jealous right now?”
  • “why does it matter who i was with?”
  • “i only have eyes for you, you know that.”
  • “you have nothing to worry about.”
  • “you need to stop being so controlling.”
  • “you have no reason to be jealous!”
  • “why are you acting like this?”
Confident || Jughead Jones Imagine

Everyone knew Y/N and that was the way she liked it. She was the new girl in town, successfully taking that title from Veronica. The H/C English girl was a mystery to the people living in Riverdale.

She had moved to Riverdale around three weeks after Clifford Blossom had killed himself and she had gladly taken the limelight from the Blossom family. Cheryl had quickly taken the new girl under her wing and had tried to make her one of her ‘minions’. This didn’t work for a multitude of reasons. The two had become fast friends and Cheryl was finally happy again. A few weeks passed and a certain dark haired boy had caught Y/N’s interest.

“Y/N,” Cheryl taps the E/C eyed girl on the shoulder.

“Yes?” The girl replies crossing her arms over her chest.

Cheryl smiles sweetly at the girl, “You need to try out and become a River Vixen with me.” Y/N’s eyes widen and fear overruns her normally calm persona.

“Uh,” She stutters, “Why do I need to become a cheerleader exactly?” Y/N calms herself and brings her confidence level back up.

“Because,” Cheryl says as if that’s a good enough answer.

“I don’t know, Cher,” The girl's eyes move over the cafeteria and they land on Jughead Jones the Third.

“Is this about the Hobo?” She asks, Y/N’s eyes snap back to her a certain flame in them making Cheryl regret her choice of words, “I mean, if you like him, he’ll find you extra hot if you’re a Vixen.”

The girls face pales, “I can’t be a cheerleader Cheryl.” The girl spins and walks away from a stunned Cheryl.

A few days pass and the girls still haven’t spoken. Y/N had taken up residence sitting by herself, although still looking confident. Cheryl had tried to talk to the H/C girl but Y/N wouldn’t give her the time of day.

“Hello, Sad Breakfast Club,” Cheryl greets Archie, Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Jughead.

“What do you want Cheryl?” Veronica is quick to ask, Cheryl face softens.

“As much as this pains me to say,” She sucks in a breath, “I need your help.”

A gasp falls from Kevin’s lips. “You want our help?” Betty asks confusion laced through her voice. Cheryl closes her eyes and nods her head.

“Why?” Jughead asks.

“As you all know, Y/N and I are best friends,” Cheryl’s eyes rake over the group, “I made an insensitive comment and now she won’t talk to me.”

“What does this have to do with us?” Ronnie questions.

“She likes Jughead,” Cheryl says softly, “And the comment I made was about him.”

“What?” Jughead asks, eyes wide.

“Oh no,” Cheryl gasps, “Please don’t tell her I told you.”

The group exchange glances and stand up, “We’ll help you Cheryl,” Betty says placing her hand on the gingers shoulder, “But you have to trust us.”

Cheryl nods her head rapidly, “I just want my best friend to talk to me again.”

Meanwhile, Y/N had been sitting by herself reading a book. The group approached her, all but Cheryl and Jughead.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Ronnie greeted sitting next to the girl. Y/N’s eyebrows furrow as she looks around the group.

“Uh-h,” The girl stutters confused. “I mean, not to be rude, but can I help you guys?”

Betty smiles and laughs. “Well because you asked, we know something happened between you and Cheryl and we want to help.”

The E/C eyes that belonged to Y/N widen and fear courses through them, “Nothing happened between me and Cheryl,” The girl mutters and without saying another word she stands up and walks away.

A few days pass in the same fashion, the group continue to approach the girl. Cheryl and Jughead begin to work together to create a plan.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Jughead asks Y/N. He slams his hand down on the table she’s sat at drawing attention towards them. She doesn’t answer. “You know Cheryl told us everything. Everything of your past, your time with her, she told us all of it.” She looks up at him fire burning in her E/C eyes.

“She told me about how you like me and about how you’re actually unconfident and afraid.”

Her eyes water.

“Cheryl told me about what happened before you moved here, about your ex-boyfriend and what he did,”

Gasps echo around the student lounge.

“Why are you doing this?” The girl hisses. Her hands ball up under the table.

“Because, as long as you’ve been here, Cheryl has cared about you, and when things got hard for you, you left her.” His eyes challenge hers.

“Why do you care? You hate Cheryl, you despise her. Why do you care about the fact that I left her,” She stands up, kicking her chair back, in an attempt to match his height.

“Because I care about you,” He says simply.

“Why?” She challenges.

“I remember the same things you do,” The eyes of their peers can be felt but neither of them back down, “I remember the moment under the tree.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Y/N adverts her gaze.

“Yes you do,” He challenges, moving around the table so that he’s standing within arms reach of her. He lifts he face to meet his gaze. Their eyes meet.

“Whats your point Jughead?” The girl says stepping back from him.

“Let people in,” he shrugs.

The girl shakes her head, “If you know of my past so well you’ll understand why i won’t do that.”

“I don’t expect you to,” He says simply, “But let Cheryl in. Let me in.”

Tears gather in Y/N’s eyes and she collapses, before she hits the ground Jughead’s arms are around her hushing her. He cradles her.

“There’s nothing to see here!” Cheryl shouts. All of the people that were watching Jughead and Y/N scurry away leaving Jughead, Y/N, Cheryl, And the rest of the group in the student lounge. Jughead lifts her chin he runs his fingers under her eyes drying her tears.

“Thank you,” She whispers burying her face in his chest again.

Coffee Shops and Scars

Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”

Word Count: 3,434

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood

Requested by @ah-excuse-me but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.

You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.

“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.

You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”

She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.

You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.

“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.

“Leaned against an open oven?”

“With their upper arm?”

She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”

“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.

Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”

“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.

You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.

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yoongi; i don’t like you(r cooking)

❝to say yoongi was excited or at the least interested in you was an understatement. on the other hand, do you know what is undercooked? your chicken pie.
►3341 words // scenario, post-based

Yoongi wakes up to a shit ton of noise outside his door and already he can foresee this is going to be a terrible day. Out of all the days he gets a break and it’s going to be one where the management decides to play a game of ‘what noise does Min Yoongi hate the most on a peaceful and quiet day?’ Oh yeah, Yoongi dreads for when they carry out a renovation or quote services to improving your stay here unquote bullshit.

So what does he do?

He, apparently, walks out of his bedroom with a disheveled appearance that paints him to be a caveman hibernating for god knows how long and yanks his front door open in irritation. With eyes barely able to open and mouth still full of cotton, he only registers what’s going on when his conscious saves him the guessing and reveals the answer in a form of a person with… a pie?

He gives himself a wakeup call to rub his eyes and shake off the sleepiness heavy in his system, willing to a couple of seconds before he confirms that he’s not seeing things. Blinking two consecutive times, he still sees a pie. Okay, it is a pie. No doubt about it there.

His eyes direct him to the owner of the pie and it’s a face he’s never seen before. Admittedly, he isn’t good with faces but if he saw this one… let’s say chances were high he’d recall.

Yoongi decides to be polite… first.

“Can I help you?”

Nervousness shows in your smile, anxiety trembling at your fingertips as they drum the bottom of aluminium casing. Shifting your weight from left to right, the will to man up and say something dipping in your eyes before you find the words to speak, he only waits patiently (not bad, Min Yoongi).

“H-Hi. I live next door and I wanted to come down to-”

“That old lady finally decided to sell her place?”

Look, Yoongi can only try to be polite.

“I’m sorry?”

“…oh shit. Okay, what I meant was-”

“Yes, she did,” You cut him off before he can try to explain himself and if that wasn’t the definition of being saved by the bell, Yoongi doesn’t know what is. He sighs in relief and shakes his head, eyes clenched shut with a soft how do I say this and he does say it as: “I’m kinda… how you call it…”

“…direct? Honest?”

“Woah, one assumption at a time,” He holds a hand up, the other resting by his hip and when your smile drops from the slight hospitality, he breaks out into a grin, “Both right, by the way,”

“Good to know the few times I decide to be a smart ass it works out,”

He puts his hand out, “I’m Yoongi,”

You juggle the pie on your forearm, a free hand inching out to place in his for a small shake, “I’m Y/N, as I would’ve introduced before,”

“Ah, right,” Yoongi retracts his hand, as to how yours return to hold onto the pie, “You new here?”

“Have you seen me before?” Your head tilts a little at the end of your question, and Yoongi finds it easy to smile in the early of the day when he should be asleep. In other words, he’s one hell of a grump if he’s interrupted in his sleep so to be smiling at this hour where he’d murder anyone who dares threaten his rest… it speaks miles of Yoongi’s patience here.

“If I did, I would’ve remembered that face,”

There’s an indirect wink when your face scrunches up at the answer but it’s not necessarily… bad? It’s just - well - however you try to put it, ah, whatever.

“I made you a pie. You know, since we’re going to be neighbours,”

And you can cook?” After the implication you’re pretty, it’s more or less a little too much for two compliments in a row so you hand him the pie regardless whether he was ready to hold onto three hours of dedication and time. He snorts at the lack of your response but at the spark in his eyes as you back away, you wave and give a reply of: “I try sometimes. See you around,”

Yoongi only clicks his tongue and backs into his apartment, watching you enter yours with a hint of red cheeks. As he closes the door behind him, padding his feet to the kitchen is where he takes a spoon to whip a generous bite. With a mouthful of the taste of chicken that’s… undercooked. He forces it down his system before setting the whole pan aside with a cough.

“She wasn’t kidding when she said she was trying.”

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Show me your colors

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: mainly fluff, really cute fluff as well (if i do say so myself), reader is a painter, lots of talks of love, domestic bucky, a little smut, unprotected sex, sex on the floor, passionate sex, i guess that’s it?

Word Count: 2640

based on the request:  Hello darling, I was wondering if you could please write a Bucky x reader where the reader is a artist and maybe he asks her why she never paints him but she does she just never shows them to him😊 With like a lot of fluff. Sorry if it’s to much but I think you would do an amazing job😊

This is such a good idea and i barely ever do anything fluffy it’s almost all dirty sex so lets see how i go w this one kids

Originally posted by sithlordalice

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So I got to thinking the other day, why does every FAH story I’ve read always have the crew as an established front? Like where’s the fic where Geoff owes a shitload of money and in order to pay it back he comes up with a plan to rob a casino (or a bank whichever) and he goes to his closest friend Jack for help. And at first she’s like “Fuck dude, you’re one your own” but then she comes around and she’s like “What do you need from me?” And Geoff’s like “Fuck if I know, I’ve never robbed anything before.”

So together, the two of them start doing research and realize they’re going to need a crew. So they start poking around the criminal underground or whatever, trying to find someone willing to help, and they kind of stumble on this two-bit hacker. And Gavin is like “Am I going to get paid? And if yes, when can I start?” So once they agree to pay him (which means they have to steal more money) Gavin uses what little contacts he has to find a sniper (Ray) willing to help. But Ray wants money, too, so they have to steal even more. And then they find a demolitions expert who’s getting bored working at construction sights and wants to expand his horizons, but again Michael wants payment. And then Jack starts thinking she wants to get paid, too, and Geoff’s just like “This plan is a disaster.”

But the heist comes together, and these guys have no idea what they’re doing so they’re mostly winging it, and the day of the heist some masked weirdo shows up out of the blue, just sitting on Geoff’s couch, and Ryan’s like “I heard there’s money involved I want in.”

So Geoff, who is half asleep and doesn’t even want to argue, somehow finds a spot for Ryan and these six idiots who have never robbed a bank head out to do just that and it goes to shit. Because of course it does, and the only reason any of them survive is because two freelance assassins step in and afterward Geoff is like “I suppose you two want to get paid too?” And Lindsay and Jeremy share a glance before shrugging and Lindsay says “A thank you would have been enough, but who the fuck says no to money?”

Basically I really want an amateur thieves FAHC au.

reasons to love allura

she already gets tons of hate and now there’s discourse so to take my mind off things:

  • Allura: awakens from a ten thousand year sleep
    • Lance: catches her and compliments himself
    • Allura: but your ears…they’re hideous…
  • Woke up to find her family and planet obliterated save Coran and a few mice and immediately entered the war like it was nothing
  • Coran: are you sure about this princess? they aren’t the brightest in the universe
  • Allura: …shit u right but it’s all we got
  • this
    • “I believe in you paladins! Form voltron!” she says as she nearly kills them
    • voltron cast casually: she’s not good with children
  • fucking destroys the tainted memories of her father I mean how metal is that
  • she’s so gorgeous??
  • “An altean child could be this level”/”why are human so week”
    • HC: she could kick everyone’s ass
    • HC: as a three year old
  • Pidge: makes a rude ass comment
    • Allura: throws food in her face
  • Doesn’t let people walk over her
    • “Excuse me, I do not need your permission!”
    • other paladins @ shiro: you really wanna fuck with her?
  • has traveled the galaxies
    • doesn’t know how to hold a gun
    • (prolly ‘cause she doesn’t need one)
    • Allura: *picks up shiro* this bitch empty
    • Allura: *throws him* YEET
    • but seriously she’s very self-sacrificing
  • kinda disappointed that more of her trauma hasn’t been shown like shiro’s but maybe we’ll get that
  • she’s so nosy
    • “pidge do you have something to tell me?”
    • “oh yeah I’m leaving voltron”
    • “what”
  • she’s so pretty????
  • that glowy thing she does when she saves the balmera ??
  • is unafraid to overexert herself
    • why won’t she rest
  • “hunk was right! these earth roadtrip games are fun!”
  • the way she went off on BOM
    • “you had 10,000 years to defeat zarkon”/ “it’s been your waiting that has kept zarkon in power for so long”
    • why is she so self sacrificing like thace was on already inside and he’s (not) dead
    • why won’t you rest
  • honestly why haven’t her and pidge gone over castle system stuff because she obviously knows somethings
  • kicked haggar’s ass with a fucking staff
  • “I would love something sparkly!”