movies of a lifetime

Obscure-ish Ways to Charge Spells (Mostly Crystals)
  • Hold onto your crystals, spell jar, or other bit of witchery while watching a film that riles you up emotionally. (personally, I find Lifetime movies to be perfect for this)
  • If you’re one of those people who meditate before bed (and, like me, fall asleep promptly afterwards), either hold onto your crystals in your palms or keep them in your pajama pockets.
  • If you work retail (or any other similarly aggravating job), carry or wear a crystal around your neck and focus all your annoyance into it instead of getting fed up. It cooks up a solid frenzy of energy, perfect for a small hex, curse, or otherwise petty spell.
  • Sing to your spell.
  • Scream. Just fucking scream at your fucking rocks.
MOVIE COMPILATION

SO, I finally got around to compiling a list of some of my favorite movies that focus on either nymphets, Teacher/Student relationships, or just age gap relationships. Keep in mind that these are all movies I have WATCHED. I am aware there are more movies out there that fall into these categories but I haven’t gotten around to them. If you want to recommend any to me, please send me an ask or message! If you click on the movie title it will direct you to its corresponding IMDb. The movies marked with a “♡” are linked straight to their movie so you can actually watch them. Feel free to dig around for them if it’s not up to your standard. Also some of these movies are on Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime Video, or YouTube so please check there first. Lastly, yes some of these are Lifetime or made-for-TV movies. Yes they are cheesy and YES I STILL LOVE THEM.

Anyways, without any further ado, here is a list of movies I recommend for the topics listed above:

*These are movies that don’t necessarily revolve around the subjects listed but they contain a very small part of it or overall fit the “aesthetic”.

P.S. No I did not forget Lolita, I just haven’t watched it nor do I plan to until I read the book.

I’m ready for the inevitable Lifetime movie called Fyre Island where rich white kids do talking head interviews and they have Instagram models giving their testimony too but they do the voice changer and put them in a shadow and theres the dramatic reenactment following a guy named Chad fighting dogs and stuff and the token “I sold my kidney to come here and went bankrupt” character to solicit empathy for everyone

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SHIPS MEME:
‘a ship from a book’
↳ Cathy & Chris (The Dollanganger Series)

Angel, saint, devil’s spawn, good or evil, you’ve got me pinned to the wall and labeled as yours until the day I die. And if you die first, then it won’t be long before I follow. 

Punk (Chap. 1)

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  So this is what I work on when I get blocked writing Nobody.  It’s supposed to be angsty and funny and fluffy (maybe a tad naughty at some point idk).  I hope you enjoy the first part!



“Morning, sunshine,” Tony greeted you as you slogged into the kitchen with a scowl.  Your (Y/H/C) was sticking up in random, knotted directions from tossing and turning all night, and dark bags hung under your puffy (Y/E/C) eyes.  

“Uhnnngg,” you groaned as you poured yourself a sizeable cup of coffee.  Tony was one of those ‘happy morning people’.  You hated him.  And his stupid face.  But his coffee was good so you let him live.

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When I was 17 I started writing this weird fanfic where Kagome runs from the feudal world pregnant, and Inuyasha unaware lets her thinking it’s what she wants because she doesn’t want him. They’re both making the worst mistakes of their life and Kagome gives birth over in the modern world but throughout the 9 months, she relies completely on Hojo’s friendship and support. Inuyasha has no idea he is a father.
Kagome is afraid of having the baby in a hospital because the baby might be born with demon characteristics and she wants to protect her.
She has it at the house with her family and Hojo is there, having learned everything he could about home births in the short time.
Kagome asks Hojo to care for the baby and then she passes away. Nothing anyone could do but Hojo blames himself.
Some years pass and Hojo has since flown through medical school with a focus on animal sciences, so that he doesn’t have to ever take the little girl to the hospital. He loves her and takes care of her and Kagome’s family. He goes through the growing pains of raising a motherless dog demon child. Lots of ramen boxes in his pantry, lots of hats, lots of nail clippers, and reports from school of starting fights.
Kagome’s grandfather passes, Sota is in college, Kagome’s mother in her old age is traveling the countryside on Hojo’s encouragement.
And Inuyasha comes back because he’s a dude who just can’t get Kagome off his mind after ten years.
But instead he finds Hojo, living with a kid who has dog ears in the shrine.
Commence the awkwardness, tension, and tears. I was a dramatic kid…

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Zac Efron as Ted Bundy Could be Movie Role of a Lifetime, Says Bundy's Lawyer
Zac Efron taking on the role of Ted Bundy.

Zac Efron taking on the role of Ted Bundy is such dead-on casting, it could be the role Zac is ultimately remembered for … according to the man who defended the infamous serial killer.

John Henry Browne, Bundy’s lawyer in the ‘70s and early '80s, tells TMZ … Efron’s background as a charming heartthrob gives him an edge tapping into Bundy’s persona – the smooth talking, good looking guy who seduced young women.

That’s the easy part, though. Browne says Zac’s real challenge will be capturing the Bundy’s “essence of evilness.” He says if Zac can nail that, it would be such a departure … it could make his career.

The lawyer says he had meetings about turning his book, “The Devil’s Defender,” into a TV series … and Efron’s name also came up then.

As for which Bundy flick will be better – Efron’s “Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile” or Mark Harmon’s 1986 TV movie, “The Deliberate Stranger” – Browne’s picking Zac.

But only because Harmon’s script kinda sucked.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a pref where you and Harry are having a serious fight, but mutually decide to put up a happy front around others. And everyone buys it, but one of the other guys notices that somethings wrong between you two. And he pulls you away and is like "spill" and you confess everything and you break down crying

This was no-doubt the worst fight of your relationship.

“You can’t just leave me and Darcy here while you go shoot a six month movie in France!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. Harry tightens his jaw, and he basks in his silent fury while you go on and say, “We’re in a marriage, Haz! That means you can’t just pick up and leave anytime you want to!”

“This isn’t anytime, though!” Harry yells, fist colliding with the wall. You filch visibly, but that doesn’t stop him from scaring you. “This is a once and a lifetime opportunity! My movie screen debut! I could win an oscar or–”

You sigh exasperatedly, “Do you hear yourself!” You tear your fingers through your hair and your breathing becomes laboured. “You’re saying a goddamn oscar is more important to you than me and Darcy.”

“AT LEAST AN OSCAR WON’T LEAVE ME!” Harry screams and the plaster on the wall crumbles under his fist. 

Your chest heaves up and down and a moment of silence goes by before you whisper, “That was two years ago, Styles. And I didn’t leave you. I just thought it would be better for all of us if Darcy and I lived with my parents while you were on your tour, so she wouldn’t keep asking where daddy was–”

FUCKING EXCUSES!” He screams, and you start crying. You didn’t understand why he was so furious at you. He takes a step closer to you, teeth grinding. His voice lowers to a deadly whisper, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you so much because I’m giving you everything you need to rip out my heart and let me bleed out.”

Your eyes crinkle at the sides, and you fold your arms over your chest. “So you’re saying you regret falling in love with me?”

Harry looks at you, right in the eye, for the first time that night. He can see how much his answer will impact your next actions, so he takes a few moments to think his answer through. But apparently he’s too blinded by rage to choose wisely because he says, “I don’t regret falling in love with you. I regret taking that love and letting it control my life.”

You furrow our eyebrows and shake your head slowly, vision blurred with tears. “You don’t mean that,” you give him another chance to change his answer.

But his eyes are still trained on yours as he says, “I do.”

And just like that, the two words that started your marriage are the same words that are ending it.

WE’RE HOME!”

Both of you wince as you hear the door swing open and the sounds of your four-year-old daughter Darcy being carried by Louis, who is followed closely by Niall and Liam, fill the living room.

You quickly rush over to the sink, rinsing our face to make it appear as if the wetness of your cheeks came from a facial wash. Harry quickly hangs a calendar over the hole in the wall he had created, and is quick to walk out to greet the guests.

Struggling to hold back tears, you watch as Harry greets Darcy with a kiss on the cheek. How can somebody who regrets having their own daughter still smile at her? 

“Hey Y/N.” You turn around to see Liam exiting the kitchen, a glass of cold Cola in his hand. His eyebrows knit together as he sees the red outlining your eyes. “Is there anything wrong?”

At those words, Harry quickly turns to you, and you hesitate as you tell Liam, “No…I just got soap in my eye…that’s all.” Your husband turns back around and rocks Darcy back and forth in his arms as he and Niall discuss sports. Liam’s eyes are still trained on you, however, and he’s not buying your lie. 

“Come on,” Liam pulls you by the elbow, abandoning his glass on the kitchen counter as he leads you into the downstairs bathroom. He locks the door, and whispers, “Spill.”

You shrug nonchalantly, trying to pass off as cool. “Nothing’s wrong, Liam. Just soap in my eye, like I told you–”

“Bull,” he calls you out. “Y/N, do you know overtime you lie your cheeks heat up?”

You feel them heating up now. “What? No they don’t,” you try but fail miserably. Huffing out a breath, you confess, “Fine. Harry and I had a fight.”

He didn’t have to prompt you for you to break down crying, “And he said he regrets letting our relationship play such a big role in his life. That means he regrets marrying me, having Darcy, and–”

“Harry would never say that,” Liam interrupts you, baffled. “He’s not that kind of dude.”

“Well…he did.”


Liam storms out of the bathroom, and points an accusing finger at Harry. “Styles, you selfish–” about to say bastard, but sees Darcy peering up at him curiously, so he settles for “–respectful, successful, talented man.”

Harry looks more confused than ever, but when Louis steps in to take Darcy upstairs to the loo, his eyes find yours and he sighs deeply. “Liam, whatever Y/N told you–”

“Is true,” he interrupts. “How could you say those things to her? And mean them?”

“I–”

“Liam, you’re not our couple therapist,” you step in and shoot a sad smile at him. “Thanks for trying, though.” You turn to your husband, and your expression immediately hardens. 

“Go shoot that fucking film, Darcy and I can survive without you.”


i’m writing a sequel but don’t rush me darling xx

{PART 9} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook takes you shopping and you inadvertently give him a lesson on just how cruel humans can be to each other.

{Part 1} // {Part 8} {Part 9} {Part 10}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a fix where Betty and Jughead have gone their separate ways but Betty is jugheads emergency contact still and one day jughead gets into a horrible accident and Betty gets a called.

Okay!
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Walking out of the dark office she spent Most of her time in, Betty waved at Lucy, the older receptionist with the turquoise glasses and bright red lipstick.

“See you tomorrow Lucy.” She tugged her dark blue windbreaker tight around her shoulders as the white haired woman smiled

“See you tomorrow Dr.Cooper.”

Betty made her way through the sliding glass doors of the Paws and Pets Veterinarian clinic. She was an accomplished veterinarian and everyone in the town knew of her and loved her, she had saved countless hamsters from their untimely death and she could work magic on a Pomeranian with a cold. Her life was steady and exactly where she wanted it, she was due to open her own clinic in Riverdale, just a town over. While Pembrooke was beautiful, Riverdale would always be her home. So sure, she was content, happy even, but still.. something was missing.

The familiar rainforest ringtone snapped Betty out of her daze and she dug in her coat pocket in search of the offending cause of noise, the thick wool gloves she had on made answering the unknown number fairly difficult, with a triumphant “HA” she finally brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” The blonde asked confused, she rarely ever got phone calls from unknown numbers, they usually just called the clinic.

“Hello, is this Elizabeth Cooper?” The voice was serious and deep.

“Yes. That’s me , can I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Riverdale Emergency hospital, I’m calling in regards to Jughead Jones, you’re listed as his emergency contact. There’s been an accident, Im going to need..” Betty slammed the phone shut as she hopped in her car, speeding through every red light, that dared come in her way.

After an incredibly anxious fifteen minute ride, Betty slammed through the doors of the hospital, her eyes searching frantically for anyone who seemed to be working at the hospital.

“Hello?!” She called desperately. “Someone please! I need to see Jughead.. Jughead Jones.” She pushed though people, grabbing anyone. Suddenly she felt a warm hand smooth over her shoulder

“You can come with me ms.Cooper.” A middle aged male nurse, tugged her gently towards the waiting area and sat her down, handing her a cup of water and speaking quietly
“Mr.Jones’ doctor will be out very soon, for now, relax here.” He smiled again and walked the opposite way, leaving Betty with shaking hands and wandering thoughts.

Six years. It had been six years since she had heard from Jughead Jones. Six years since they had broken up and promised to keep in touch, but life got in the way, Betty’s schoolwork, Jughead new found popularity after he became a NewYork Times bestselling author. They just drifted apart. That didn’t mean she didn’t own every single copy of every single book he had written, notes scattered in the margins. But here she was, sitting in a hospital waiting for news on her first love, her heart racing in her chest, stomach in knots.

“Elizabeth Cooper?”

She whipped around at the voice and rushed over to the tall man In the doctors scrubs.
“Is he okay? What happened? Can i see him? If you let him die I will sue you for everything, my best friend is Veronica Lodge, best lawyer in all of NewYork.” She threatened, her eyes filling with tears.

“Ms.Cooper, Jughead is fine. He was in a minor motorcycle accident, the extent of his injuries is a broken arm. You can go in and see him.” He stepped aside with a knowing smile and right before Betty breezed past him, she turned around.

“His medical records, are they old? Do you maybe still have his emergency contact from high school?” She questioned, her voice the picture of faux steady and cool.

The doctor smiled softly
“Actually Mr.Jones just came in last month to update his records, he still signed you as his emergency contact.”

Betty stared for a moment longer, her eyes somewhere far away, somewhere colored with leather jackets and strawberry milkshakes, a hidden smile appearing on her face before she raced down the hall.

Slamming the door to his hospital room open, she smiled when she saw him attempting to wrap his flannel over the sling on his arm.

“I hope that’s not your writing hand.” She spoke softly, still causing him to jump and turn quickly, his eyes widening when he saw Betty standing in the doorway.

“Betty?” He asked confused, his eyes wide in awe and looking desperately handsome in his scruffy bearded glory, she was struck by how similar he looked to his father.

“the doctor called. I’m your emergency contact remember?” She smiled and took a seat on the bed beside him.

He groaned and smacked his good hand to his forehead

“This hardly constitutes an emergency, I’m so sorry Betty.” He blushed light pink and looked away.

“Hey.” She brought his attention back to her “ im happy they called me. I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you and I didn’t know.. I didn’t..” she trailed off, her fingers moving to dig into her palms, even after all these years she still hadn’t dropped the habit.

Jughead was quick to catch it, just like he always had been, enveloping both of her hands with his.

“I’m okay.” He whispered, eyes burning into hers.

“When they called me I was so scared.. I thought something really bad had happened.. I thought I had lost you and I never even had the Chance…” she trailed off

Jughead brought his fingers to her chin, tilting it up so her eyes met his again

“Had the chance to what?” He urged her to finish, her dark grassy green eyes met his ocean blue and after a second she mumbled something suspiciously similar to
“Oh hell.”
And her lips were on his, his good arm gripping her waist, while her hands buried themselves in his hair. It was like two ships coming to dock. It was one of those lifetime original movie moments. Romeo and Juliet reunited and no one had to die.

When Jughead pulled away he panted, resting his forehead against Betty’s
“I come three times a year to make sure you’re still my emergency contact, I wouldn’t want anyone else but you by my side.” He whispered into the quiet air, his nose nuzzling hers as he breathed in her familiar scent. She was home to him, no matter how long it took he had always known he would come back home.

“Next time you want to see me, just call. You don’t have to get into a motorcycle accident every time. Your insurance will skyrocket.” She giggled and he grinned, pressing his lips to hers again

“You got it Juliet.”

I know you want to be thin.
I know the cork board of your thoughts is tacked full of nothing but numbers and magazine girls.
I know you are at a point of calling this dedication.

I know that assessing the circumference of your wrist with opposite hand is a calculation you aren’t even aware of making half the time.
I know you have a million conversions and equations and numerical values all memorized in your head.
I know you’ve never hated anything more than you hate math.

I know you spend your days sipping on coffee, always black, in pathetic attempt to feel something comparable to fueled.
I know you are always either sweating or shivering,
You are always moving, always burning
And malnourishment means you are the only one in this room who feels cold.

I know you see the galaxy every time you stand up.
I know you think it’s romantic to see the stars through dark clouds,
But really, it’s not.
The cosmos is still far away as ever.
This is just you
Failing your body.

I know you are unhappy.
I know that existing in this state is not as exciting as all the poetry and lifetime movies would have you believe.
I know the boring.
I know the sitting in a chair for hours on end adding up calorie contents.
Repeatedly.
I know the repetition, the monotony,
The drab days and days of ritualistic movements
Checking and rechecking.
I know this all feels so empty and
What else would you expect?
You have not allowed yourself to feel full
In so very long.

When you look back at this time in your life, you will not see any sort of grand epic, no chaos
All you will see on this timeline is
White space.
Blankness.
Life put on hold for these months, these years spent sick.

I know that despite your discontent, you still feel starvation is a necessity.
I know that taking care of yourself hurts anymore.

I know you drool over pictures of rib cages
Forgetting that there is a heart underneath
And that it is beating far too slowly.

I know you dream of being small the way you should be dreaming of your future,
But don’t you know, that pretty body will kill you,
That once you do achieve that perfectly flat stomach, your health will have already been long destroyed,
That your heart may stop altogether right around the time your hip bones really begin to look defined.

I know you will find yourself crying wondering where everything went wrong.
You will curse yourself for becoming this way.
You will feel jealous of every person’s rut that isn’t deadly
And every person’s body that is somehow both thin and healthy.
It will hit you that your body could never be thin AND healthy and you’re going to be very angry,
Both at your body and at the world
For having you believe that the women on tv were the epitome of health,
That your health could never look like that.

You’re going to feel stupid because of how many of the Anorexic Bimbo jokes that apply to you now,
You will be having a panic attack thinking about the possible ingredients in a restaurant’s bread rolls and it will hit you as the stupidest thing to be so damn worried about.
Still, you will not be able to turn the fear off so easily.

You will feel out of control realizing how you only feel in control when you’re losing weight.
You’ll wonder why the hell weight loss is so admired as the strongest thing a person can do because you feel nothing but weak, weak, weak.
You will feel stuck.

You will try to eat normally again.
You will probably fuck up.
You will wonder where all that so-called willpower is now that it’s health you’re aiming for over sickness.
You’ll realize it was never the amount of willpower you possessed that made the pounds fall right off,
But the amount of self hatred.

You will eat and your thoughts will scream at you so loud you stop again.
You will have a constant fear of not ever being able to get past this.
You’ll hear about people who have dealt with your disorder for decades and you’ll wonder how they’re not dead yet and ponder on whether surviving this for twenty years would be better or worse than having it kill you after three.

You will be sure of absolutely nothing when everything solid comes tumbling down.
Your first instinct will be to stand everything back up
Nice and tidy
When really it should be to find some new solidity altogether.
After all, these fallen walls are the same ones that landed you here at all
And I know you just want to be as far away from this place as possible.

Ok so I have to say something

Skimming through the Beauty and the Beast tag, along with the title characters tags, there is a TON of people crapping on the movie. Griping about costumes, Emma, how many songs there are, the plot changes… A ton of stuff. And mostly they just sound like a bunch of 5 year olds who didn’t get their minds read and catered to.
So I’m here to tell you the movie is freaking fantastic. I’ve been a major, huge, lifetime fan of the animated Beauty and the Beast from 1991 (I was two when it came out and it’s my second favorite Disney movie of all time). I went into the theater with huge expectations and this movie rocketed past them.
The dress: Is it very different? Yes but it works. Pictures of it bummed me out but seeing it move on screen was incredible. And she uses the dress to do more than dance so it’s perfect for it. Read: it’s gorgeous, especially when they dance.
The costumes: Beautiful. Of course Belle wears the iconic blue dress with a couple twists but she also changes because one does not normally wear the exact same thing for weeks.
Emma: I’ve never seen a single HP movie so I had basically nothing to go off of when it came to her. I thought she did an impeccable job. She kept Belle’s fire, her vulnerability, her big heart, her softness, and subtracted none from her.
The songs: …. It’s a Disney movie. A musical Disney animated movie reimagined with live characters, but still a Disney musical movie. And it’s awesome. I never tired of the songs, they added three or four? None felt out of place or Too Much. And honestly, holy crap, I see zero complaints on Dan Stevens’ Evermore I think we can all agree that was straight up breathtaking.
The plot: They did change a couple things but they were things that could live with being changed. If anything the changes strengthened the plot. Without giving much away, they solidified why Belle was kept at the castle, why she felt so out of place in her town, how Beast wasn’t just a bratty Prince and gave the prince an even more defined character arc, and every character was 3 dimensional by the rolling credits.
I just want to tell you all, who want to see the film or are worried from all the whining you’re seeing on here, that this movie is exceptional. It’s beautifully acted, it’s funny (even a little self deprecating,) it’s gorgeous onscreen, and as a lifetime lover of the original it brought me to tears more than once.
Bravo, Disney, seriously.