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Kim Namjoon As Your Boyfriend~

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- Admin Tamra


- romantic dates out to dinner

- cute walks in the park afterwards

- him writing songs about you

- late night talks about things on your minds

- simple skinship (ie. holding hands, kissing on cheek)

- video chatting daily while he’s on tour

- him looking for you in the crowd at his concerts until he finally spots you at the front

- deep conversations about the world

- him trying to cook you dinner but failing miserably (he cant even cut onions correctly)

- dirty texts & videos

- bringing food to the studio for him & the members

- traveling

- you taking pictures of him for ‘kimdaily’

- cute pictures together

- shopping

- passionate & sometimes rough sex

- comforting him when he’s sad

- constantly reminding him how much he means to you

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Hoping For Dandelions (Pt 4)

The reflection of Pop’s neon lights lit up every puddle in the parking lot. There were students gathered around outside, talking loud, and eating hamburgers off car hoods – leaning hip against bumper and reclining. Betty already knew there would be no free booths. It was one of those nights where everyone had the same thought, and everyone wanted the same thing. Veronica commented on the bustle, saying it almost reminded her of home, and linked her arm through Betty’s.

“You think Jughead beat the rush?” she asked Betty.

“I hope so.”

While Veronica stopped to chat with Josie and Melody, Betty swung open the door to Pop’s and looked for that familiar crown beanie in the crowd. He wasn’t hard to spot. Jughead always favored the last booth, and the glow of his laptop screen illuminated the dark corner like a spotlight on his face. As she walked closer, she could see his furrowed brow and the serious set of his jaw. She understood while people referred to him as brooding – at least the people who didn’t know him.

“Hey, Juggie,” Betty said once she reached the booth.

He looked up from his keyboard and smiled at her – a smile that was more a smirk than anything else. She wasn’t surprised Jughead had beaten the crowd. While everyone had the same thought, Jughead always seemed to have that thought first. He was completely original and unbothered by being different.

“Betty,” he greeted. “You gonna pull up some red?”

Betty laughed and slid into the open side of the booth across from him. His coffee cup was almost empty and she could tell he had already been here for a while. He had that look about him – the comfortable slouch to his shoulders.

“So, I know I was only supposed to stop by to say hello, but would you mind if we joined you? Pop’s is crazy tonight,” Betty asked.

“I’ll consider it.”

“I’ll treat,” Betty offered. “My dad’s still been giving me guilt twenties every time my mom goes off, and I am flush with cash. Seriously, whatever you want.”

“I’ve never had a girl work so hard to buy me dinner before.”

Betty fought down the blush that was creeping into her cheeks and tightened her ponytail. She knew he was only kidding, but something about it made her feel silly – like she had tried too hard. He would’ve let her sit with him for free. Betty knew that – she just hated imposing.

“Technically, my dad’s buying,” she joked lamely.

“Well, I’ve also never had a dad try so hard to buy me dinner,” he joked back flatly.

Betty couldn’t help herself – she laughed. Snorted even. It wasn’t a nice thing to do, to laugh at his family problems. She probably should’ve admonished him, or tried to ask him how his father was doing. Were they okay? Betty did wonder that, but she knew he would never tell her the truth. And the joke was proof enough, all was not right at Jughead’s castle.

“So, that’s what does it for you, huh? Jokes about my sad home life?” he laughed genuinely, as though she had surprised him. “Duly noted. Maybe I can move into your mansion tomorrow.”

“Well, it’ll have sixteen bedrooms, so that won’t be a problem.”

Veronica showed up at the booth in a graceful flourish of cape and heels. Betty moved over to let her slide in next to her and watched as she removed her hood, sending water droplets flying.

“Can you believe it’s raining again?” Veronica asked to no one in particular. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Betty bribed me to keep company with you. I will have a double cheese burger and a chocolate shake,” Jughead said.

“Well, I’ll pull my weight and have my mom throw us some extra onion rings on the house,” Veronica chimed in. “But in that case, I should save her the pain of coming over. What do you want Betty?”

“Grilled chicken burger and a diet Coke, please.”

“Oh, come on, B,” Veronica laughed. “The agreement is we all eat poorly tonight and never mention it. That’s why we came together. And Jughead won’t tell anyone, right?”

“Who would believe me?” he said, smiling at Betty. “You should get a double cheese burger, too.”

“Yes! And a vanilla shake!” Veronica agreed, clapping her hands with excitement. “Three double cheese burgers, two chocolate shakes, one vanilla – and complete secrecy.”

With that, Veronica was off before Betty could say anything. Her mom would kill her if she knew that she not only had doughnuts for breakfast, but was indulging so heavily for dinner. Maybe she should start running again.

“You shouldn’t have encouraged her,” Betty scolded. “You’re aware I had doughnuts for breakfast, right?”

“I’m a bad influence, I know,” Jughead admitted as he closed his laptop and stuck it back in his messenger bag. “I take full responsibility.”

“You aren’t going to be the one running with mom tomorrow,” Betty groaned, tilting her head back and sliding down the booth.

“Run fast. Then you’ll be running alone.”

“You’re not welcome in my mansion anymore,” Betty told him with mock seriousness.

“Story of my life,” Jughead retorted, rolling his eyes at her.

Betty turned to see Veronica at the counter, talking to her mom. The order had probably already been taken, but she still held the notepad in her hand. Betty was jealous sometimes of their closeness, but no family was perfect, and that’s why they were in Riverdale in the first place. Veronica’s dad was in prison, but still, she somehow seemed untouched in Betty’s eyes – unaffected. Betty would never be able to handle something like that with so much composure.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Jughead’s voice cut into her inner-monologue.

“I’m just glad Veronica is happy here. And her mom. They’re really making a go of it, and I respect that. They’re tough, aren’t they?”

“You’re tough, too,” Jughead told her – knowing, somehow, exactly what she had been thinking.

“Not like that,” Betty said as she turned to face him.

“No, not like that. You’re different. You’re Betty Cooper.”

Betty gave him a weak smile. Jughead meant well, but he didn’t know what went on behind closed doors. Medication she didn’t need, bleeding palms, and sometimes hours of staring into her mirror trying not to see Polly’s face staring back at her, like something that surfaced from the bottom of a cold, dark sea. Some days it felt like she was just trying to survive, and nothing more.

“Thanks, Juggie.”

“You don’t buy it, huh?” he asked her.

“I mean –”

“Hold on, I want to show you something,” he said, unearthing his laptop again, and then added, “Veronica is still preoccupied, right?”

Betty turned and saw Veronica talking to Archie now. She wasn’t sure when he had come in. She usually had a sixth sense when it came to her red-headed neighbor.

“Yeah,” she said, with no further explanation.

Jughead turned the computer on and after a few clicks he turned the screen towards her. An untitled document was open before her, with one highlighted section in particular.

“Is this your novel?”

“Yes. Now read the part I highlighted,” he said. “And be kind, as I am an artist and therefore sensitive underneath all my sarcasm and bullshit.”

Betty Cooper is the human personification of sunshine, and as one who usually favors darkness, I do not say that lightly. She is supremely kind, generous, and beloved in Riverdale by all those who know her. And there are a lot of people who would stop there, who would think I have described her perfectly, but they would be wrong. Betty Cooper is smart, unbelievably so, and her spine is made of straight steel. She is unafraid and unique; flawlessly walking a tightrope of badass and girl next door – completely singular – and sadly unseen by most, even herself… but not by me.

Betty blinked back tears, the rest of his novel swimming before her eyes. Jughead Jones had written this… about her? Plain old Betty Cooper? She looked up at him with an unsure, watery smile and found him watching her intently, chewing slightly on the nail of his thumb.

“Wow,” she said, wiping at the corner of her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan. “That was beautiful, Juggie. I think you may have oversold me a bit.”

“I didn’t,” he said succinctly, turning the computer to face him and clicking it shut. “And one day you’ll realize it, Betty Cooper.”

If the anti-ace/aro crowd looks less racist to you than the ace and aro communities, it might be because 95% of the time when a white person in that crowd does something racist, they just go very quiet about the entire thing and don’t even respond to/reblog being called out. So ppl following them don’t easily see it

And then you have all the white ppl in that crowd who far overstep in regards to race, but don’t make it clear they’re white where it’s easy to find, so you have to ask several times and then maybe they still won’t respond and you’ll find out later or by wasting time checking posts on their blog.

Like… this constantly happens and I guess it’s a convenient way to escape being held accountable lol. Pointing fingers at other communities is just more fun I guess.

Also non-black ppl constantly pull this shit with antiblackness.

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'Hook' Actor Launches Kickstarter for Rufio Prequel
The story of Peter Pan has been told many times, but Hook star Dante Basco thinks another Lost Boy should get his chance to shine. The actor, who starred as Rufio in the Steven Spielberg-directed f…

Guys. GUYS, LOOK. 

Our boy, Dante Basco is trying to crowd fund a Rufio prequel and you know what that means: RALLY, TROOPS. OUR PRINCE BECKONS. 

Let’s help bring to life the movie that we always wanted and never dared hoped for. If it were done by anyone else, it’d be whitewashed and made into a mockery of the Lost Boy we all know and love. Dante Basco is going to head this, and you know that he’s going to come through for us.

FOR HONOUR.

And I hope to find you,
sitting in a coffee shop,
to where I’ll go,
I hope to see you
walking across
the streets,
while my paces
match yours,
I hope to hear you laugh,
from the corner
of a restaurant
where I’ll have
my favorite dinner,
I hope to look at you
directly in the eyes,
while I say
these words of mine,
I hope you would know,
how much I crave
for your presence,
that even if
it’s impossible,
I still look for you
in a midst
of a crowd.
—  ma.c.a // I hope You’ll Look Back At Me

Can we talk about this for a minute?

This is a Yale-educated law professor, First Lady, Senator, and Secretary of State who:

-Endured 25 years of smear campaigns
-Lost the Electoral College by 80,000 votes
-Won the popular vote by 3 million votes
-Attended her opponent’s inauguration
-Received no handshake from Trump
-Was booed by the crowd when she appeared

And goddammit… LOOK at her. Polished and confident, wearing white for the Suffragettes, her husband taking *her* arm instead of the other way around.

Symbolism matters.

Perseverance matters.

She matters.

This is the godmother of New America, a rational, pragmatic, imperfect human being who was born 50 years too early for her gender to be a non-issue in an election.

While she missed the presidency, she arrived just in time to show us all, in unflinching terms, the deep undercurrent of sexist double standards in our society.

And in doing so, she taught generations of girls and women that yes, you DO matter and yes, you CAN do anything.

This is Hillary Clinton.

My thoughts on SPN episode 12x10:

  • Oooo two angel blades… it’s like Darth Maul’s double ended lightsaber, so we know this eye patch chick is evil.
  • Aw Dean and Cas are in a fight. Adorable. This is like every fanfic I’ve ever read. 
  • Sarcastic Cas gives me life.
  • Oh a Balthazar shoutout! Yaaasssss miss him. 
  • OMG Sam calling Dean on his impatience and then Dean storming in after Cas. I love it. 
  • OMG THAT BOOTH SHOT WITH DEAN CROWDING CAS WITH THAT SMUG ASS LOOK. I CANNOT.
  • The Winchesters going to defend Cas MY HEART.
  • Dean saying, “Why would you let him talk to you like that?” is all I’ve ever needed. 
  • Ooooo fem!Cas… still got those blue eyes.
  • This is an episode about an angel who fell in love with a human? IS THIS A DREAM????
  • Castiel has canonically been referred to as “gooey” - this is a good day. 
  • Dean calling Cas family is always a great thing. 
  • I am really pissed off that Castiel used some of his grace to heal this son of a bitch evil angel. 
  • The tidbit about Enochian magic burning away a part of your soul is hella. AND a reference to soulless!sam… this ep has EVERYTHING.
  • This redhead has been around for like 20 minutes and already understands that Sam will do anything to save Dean. She is on point. 
  • DEAN BEING IDENTIFIED AS CAS’ WEAKNESS. DEAN BEING WORRIED ABOUT HURTING CAS. THIS EP IS EVERYTHING. 
  • This Winchester pep talk to Cas is like five years too late buuuuut okay I’ll take it. 

In conclusion: This episode reminded me why I fell in love with SPN. 

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You’ve believed in me and fought for me and stood by my side when all the rest of the world is against me. And we’ve been through so much together. Wasn’t I your first sweetheart? Weren’t you mine?
(requested by anonymous)

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 but secretly everyone’s captivated by Yuta’s sexy body moves ♥ 🔞🔞

I had way too much spare time this morning so had a bit too much fun decorating my oatmeal😂  I cooked 1 cup of oats in almond milk and topped them off with apple, kiwi, strawberries, peanut butter, banana and coconut😋 Vegan food though😏👌 Yesterday I woke up to 3000 followers on this blog! Thank you sooo much to each of you, it’s really easy to compare the following I’ve got to some of the larger accounts I look up to, but I can’t even imagine a crowd of 500 people, let alone 3000😱  I’ll try to keep posting throughout the year (hopefully university won’t be too overwhelming)

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i’m laughing so much because of this lmao, like first jensen sees jared is gonna move right in front of him and he’s like “nope i won’t fall for this, i won’t look”

and he smiles because of the crowd’s reaction but still doesn’t let himself be tempted

and then he’s like “fuck it” and he’s clearly taking advantage of having the best view lol but the best thing about this is the guitarist’s (don’t know his name sorry) reaction, the dude was watching jared and smiling until he catches jensen starting ogling jared and that’s when he can’t help but start laughing out loud, like this dude KNOWS lmaoooo, he knows what’s going on there 

and then jensen heard him laugh so he looks at him and the dude is like “oh my god i can’t believe you guys”

this is jensen’s face while looking at the guy, he is so SMUG lmaooo, he knows the guy knows

oh you thought jensen wouldn’t look at jared’s ass again after this? that’s cute xD

look at his face, he truly appreciates what he’s seeing 

and when jared’s done jensen looks SO pleased like “yeah yeah yeah that was good that was very good” he keeps nodding lmao 

this is priceless, i can’t with these two, i just wonder if jensen thought he was being subtle and everyone was focused on jared or if he just doesn’t give a fuck 

that reminded me of the nerd hq 2013 thing lol

here’s a gif with the dude’s whole reaction

and one with the quick shots of jensen’s face from this angle

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