no one told you to do that

anonymous asked:

can you please do another soulmate au in this one when you reach the age of 16 a tattoo of your soulmates initials appear on your body. jughead never told anyone his real name and betty has no idea who the F.J. tattooed on her skin could be.. please :)))

Aw man, this is cool!

Jughead took a deep breath, pulling the beanie he always wore, lower on his head. He took a peek in the mirror to make sure his ears were covered, that was the purpose of his beanie after all.

Running his fingers over the spot just behind his ear, partly covered by wavy dark hair, he traced the delicate letters “B.C”

Of course he knew what they stood for, they had shown up so suddenly the day he turned sixteen. He remembered the shock and disbelief he felt at seeing those very familiar initials, scrawled in pretty feminine letters over his tan skin.

Betty Cooper. His soulmate was Betty Cooper, there was no one else, it had to be Betty. He couldn’t tell her, couldn’t show anyone. On his birthday Archie had begged to see his initials

“It’s a right of passage dude! Come on, you were the first one I showed when I got Veronica’s initials!” Archie practically pleaded with the boy.

Jughead had simply shook his head and shrugged his shoulders
“I didn’t get any initials, looks like I don’t have a soulmate.” He played it off as a joke but the sympathetic look veronica and Kevin had thrown him nearly made him spill the truth. He hated having people pity him.
There had to be a mistake, there was no way Betty was for him, she was perfect and soft and sweet, but equally as powerful and strong. He was just the boy from the wrong side of the tracks, he didn’t deserve her. Today was her birthday and he was sick to his stomach about who her actual soulmate would be.

Trevor Brown, it had to be him. The way he stared at her in the hallway made him sick, and when Trevor offered to carry her books to class Jughead felt postively violent.

Speaking of the beautiful blonde, she was headed his way, an angry looking Kevin and a confused Veronica in tow.

He heard Kevin huffing
“I don’t see why you can’t tell us, it has to be someone we know. We’re not gonna judge you Betty. Just tell us.”

Veronica was nodding along
“I promise B, whoever it is, we’ll make it work, whatever it takes.” She placed a soothing hand to her shoulder.

Betty finally reached Jughead ,Archie joining the group, practically sprinting out of the bathroom at the mention of Betty’s soulmate. Everyone in riverdale had been waiting to see who americas sweetheart would be paired with.

“I don’t know! I’m not lying, I genuinely have no idea. It’s no one we know, I’m not telling anyone until I figure it out!” She pouted, gripping Jugheads arm and leading him ahead of the group.

As curious as he was, he allowed her to pull him without questioning it.
“Happy birthday Juliet.” He spoke low, for only her to hear.

She turned to him with a sad smile
“Not so happy Juggie.”

He opened the door to the blue and gold office for her as she curtsied and giggled
“Thanks Romeo.” She threw him a wink before plopping down on the ugly plaid couch, her friends storming in after her.

Jughead quickly took the open spot next to her, at least he could save her from Kevin sitting there.

She sighed as everyone stared at her
“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it. And I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it out.” She spoke it all so quick it knocked her breath away, slumping to lean against Jughead.
He wrapped a comforting hand around her shoulder, gently squeezing.
She looked up at him and sighed
“Wanna know a secret?” She whispered a sad smile furrowing her brows.

Jughead nodded turning to look at her
“You know I love a secret.”

She smiled
“Me too. Well. I don’t really know how to say this, so I guess I’ll just spit it out. I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be my soulmate, I know you don’t have one and all but, I thought maybe you were mine. I know it’s stupid, but now I’m stuck with this stupid F.J on my palms and I have no clue who it is. It’s totally weird, but..”
Jughead cut her off quickly, gripping her wrist and bringing her hand dangerously close to his face.

“Juggie!” She pouted indignantly “staring at it isn’t going to make him appear, the least you could say is Thankyou, I mean I pretty much..”

He cut her off again, this time ripping off his beanie and throwing it behind the couch, his eyes still drawn to the heavy handed F.J written across her palm, it was surrounded by nail indents and crescent shaped scars from when she dug her fingernails into her palms, to calm her nerves.

“Jughead” she said again softly this time, her warm eyes ducking to catch his, tearing him away from her palm “are you okay?”

He broke into the biggest grin, raising a hand to tuck the hair away from his ear revealing the gorgeous B.C.

Betty gasped, her hand moving to her mouth.

“Is that…?”

He nodded slowly, gently holding her palms face up in his hands

“It’s nice to meet you Betty Cooper, my names Forsythe Jones.” He was smirking now as she opened and closed her mouth

“You mean?” She choked out

“You don’t think my parents actually named me Jughead do you?” He wrapped his large hands around her face, her palms resting on his chest, the F.J placed over his heart.

She traced her initials with watery eyes.
“I knew it.” She whispered

He smiled

“Damn am I glad.” He sighed out, capturing her lips in slow kiss.

Gardienne: [drunk] Why are you doing this?
Nevra: I told you. You may have a concussion.
Gardienne: You don’t care if I never wake up.
Nevra: Sure I do.
Gardienne: Why?
Nevra: Well, because then I’d have to start taking out girls that actually like me.
Gardienne: Like you could find one.
Nevra: Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?

anonymous asked:

You can hear the WA score a few times in the episode. The rendition where Barry witness Iris' murder in the future played when Iris and Mon-El rushed to Barry and Kara, but in a different note. Then again after Runnin' Home To You. You know you got something special when WA has music scores and an original song.

The WA score was ALL OVER this episode! That’s why I think the producers were like ‘this episode is all about Iris’ - because it was. And clearly they told Blake that, and the songwriters, because she got serenaded twice and one of them ended with a proposal to her. Blake is clearly having the time of his life remixing this song over and over again, lol.

I also think that there’s a reason the WA score was playing after Kara and Barry got shot. Not only do Kara and Mon-whatever-the-fuck not even have a score yet, the producers and writers and Blake know good and damn well WA is the most iconic thing in the DCTV universe. Plus, this is an episode of the Flash, not Supergirl. Of course WA are going to have the song written by Oscar winners!

I might do a thing where I talk about Runnin’ Home to You as a song and because of the theme in it, and all the times the WA theme came up in the episode. Would anyone read that?

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Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Summary: Look, no one told you - warned you – about how good Dean Winchester looks in glasses. The worst part? He totally knows what he’s doing. 
A/N: Fun fact, I haven’t actually watched this episode yet. I just saw the glasses, and was inspired. Ahem. This is short. Sorry.

Dean is walking slowly next to you, eyes scanning your surroundings, and he’s clearly trying not to smile. You kind of hate him. 

Kind of.

The thing is – okay, you’re not dumb. Dean Winchester might be in his late thirties, but he’s hot, okay. He knows it, too. How could he not? People are always swooning over him and you’ll be damned if you’re going to be one of them. 

He’s wearing glasses today. You know it’s for a job, but still. It’s been hard for you to take your eyes off him since he put them on. You’re pretty sure he’s noticed, if the self-assured swagger in his step is anything to go by.

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anonymous asked:

i remember reading this richonne fic where it was their first time and, if im not mistaken, it was a one shot. michonne thought rick wasn't being aggressive enough and she told him to slap her ass. that's really all i remember. sorry i couldn't provide more info, but do you happen to know the title?

Hi there Anon!

No worries, we’re happy to help. We think the fic you’re looking for is:

Release The Beast by shipnation

Richonne One-shot smut, because, WHY NOT? 
Rated M

Disappointed - Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Characters: Draco Malfoy

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “let’s just pretend for a moment that James and Lily did not die. They obviously have Harry, but since they didn’t die they did not die they have a daughter. Could you write something where she is sorted into Slytherin and James and Lily do not know how to react and she gets super upset because she feels like she let her family down, especially her uncle Sirius who always told her Slytherin was awful”

Word Count: 725

Author: Hannah

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When Emori is confronting Clarke, she says “You were loved, told you are special”.
Do you see what’s going on here???
Literally one episode back Clarke called a certain someone special and now there’s a canon! dialogue showing us how close is the line of “love” and “being told you’re special”.
There was indeed a love confession at 4x06.

katieskywalkerthefangirl  asked:

(Wants this to be on other account but mobile won't allow it so) Hey I thought it was about time that I told you that you're one of my favorite people. Like, you're tied up right with Thomas Sanders. Yup. That's right. You're that much of a favorite. Your art honestly makes me so happy and you kinda helped me realize that stimming is actually a really good thing for me to do. I only have a stress ball to squeeze atom with right now but it's really helpful knowing so much about stimming thx 2 u!!

!!!!!!! oh wow that’s so flattering to know Im held in such high regard omg <3 you’re so nice thank you!! <3 <3 <3


March 23, 2017 – Big Cat Rescuers have just gotten on the road with 2 adult bobcats rescued from The Mobile Zoo in Alabama. Officers with Mobile County (Alabama) Animal Control seized the bobcats and other remaining animals from the zoo this morning in a secret raid.

We could not give you details about this rescue until Jamie and Afton, and the other rescuers, were safely on the highway leaving Alabama with these precious bobcats. The bobcats will arrive at their forever home at Big Cat Rescue in Tampa this evening. Our team is also on the ground at the sanctuary readying their new spacious enclosure.

We don’t know a lot about these bobcats. We’re told they are both four years old; one is male and the other is female. They have been living in the same cage at the Mobile Zoo.

We do know quite a bit about the sordid history of the Mobile Zoo and its owner. The Mobile Zoo was shut down and its license revoked by USDA in November 2016. Last week (March 16, 2017) the owner of the zoo, John Marks Hightower, was arrested on 28 counts of animal cruelty. The Mobile County District Attorney’s office filed charges after a search warrant was served at the zoo and Mobile County Animal Control and veterinarians assessed the condition of the animals remaining at the facility.

The Mobile Zoo, located in Wilmer, Alabama, was closed and its license revoked by USDA last November after numerous complaints of animals being mistreated. The most recent inspection found cages with dried feces, an accumulation of pests in the animal enclosures, unstable den conditions and possible blood stains that were never cleaned up.

At its peak, the zoo housed more than 75 animals, ranging from bears, to tigers and lions as well as monkeys and birds. USDA had repeatedly cited the zoo for rotted food in a refrigerator that had maintenance issues, and rotted meat in the enclosures with the lions and tigers. Since Hightower owned the animals, not all of them were immediately seized and taken, but his arrest this week signaled that the investigation into the facility found conditions were not adequately improved for Hightower to keep the animals.

Can we count on you to help us fund the rescue of these 2 bobcats and their ongoing care at Big Cat Rescue? This is your chance to REALLY make a difference in the lives of these precious wild cats! It’s because of wonderful donors like YOU that we can continue to rescue and provide a permanent home for exotic cats. Thank you!



[[ okay obviously this has been coming for a long time, i guess??? i haven’t made one since i hit 100 on my old blog like eons ago and now that i’ve moved-!!! time for a new one!!! this isn’t really prompted by anything since i’ve been stuck at 150 followers for months but really it’s just because??? 

anyways special shout out to everyone who’s stuck with me through the bs and shit and everything else!!! you guys are the real baes!!!! ♥♥♥ bless 👏👏 ]]

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anonymous asked:

Could you do an Elucien fic? Maybe where Elain sees Lucien for the first time since he told her they were mates at Hyberns castle. And Lucien really wants to talk to her, but he doesn't want to scare her or force her into the bond if she doesn't want it.

This was great to write! Hope you like how it turned out!

“I Know This” An Elucien One-Shot

         Relieved. Confused. Unsure. Overjoyed. Maddened. Hopeful. Elain had too many emotions running through her and trying to sort through them clearly was making her head hurt. She stood at a window looking out but not really seeing. Elain had asked Azriel to fly her to the house on the mountain where Lucien was temporarily staying after Feyre and his great escape from the Spring Court three days ago. Elain was overjoyed to have her sister back safely after four very long months but she couldn’t help that nagging thought, a thought she deeply hated, that resented her sister’s long awaited return only because Feyre was not alone. Lucien had been brought to the Night Court as her fellow escapee, rescuer, and new ally in the war against the King of Hybern. It meant Elain had run out of time to process the whole “You’re my mate” declaration…just another thing to get accustomed to in her new body, new world.

         She looked at the flower she accidently grew in her hand and sighed. A Begonia flower wove its way through her fingers during her worrying. Elain’s affinity to for nature had amplified from when she was mortal to now where she could grow, control, and even destroy any kind of tree, flower, grass, you name it. Due to this, she now tended to voice her thoughts unconsciously through different plants around her. Studying the Begonia in her hand, she huffed a short but humorless laugh as the Begonia stands for deep thoughts as well as caution. She stuck the flower in her hair, among the few others already placed throughout her day as she couldn’t find herself to throw them away or leave them on the ground to get crushed…not to mention, flowers are too pretty to not decorate herself with. 

             Squaring her shoulders, Elain followed the hallway to Lucien’s temporary quarters. She raised her hand to knock when the door flew open so fast she gasped in surprise. Lucien stood before her with wide eyes, looking excited but nervous. “Elain!” He greeted her with a small smile that she returned effortlessly. “Uh, please come in?” It was a statement but he said posed it as a question, due to his nerves at her presence she assumed.

        It was a simple bedroom with a large bed, a dark wood dresser, and the furthest wall was more window than wall revealing the beautiful night sky, a sight she had really come to appreciate during her stay here. Elain noticed he was barefoot in light pants and a shirt, his red hair a little messed like he was constantly running his hands through it. Her eyes followed to the bed which was rumpled and unmade.

        “Did I wake you? If so, I’m sorry and I can come at another-” Lucien waved her off from the door as she started for it.

        “No. No, I wasn’t sleeping. Finding it a bit difficult these days, honestly.”

        “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She truly was. They fell into a silence but saw Lucien open then close his mouth multiple times before finally pressing his lips together. He wanted her to initiate the conversation. So she did.

         “ I suppose that answers my question to how you are doing?”

          Lucien threw his hand behind his head and shuffled from foot to foot but kept his eyes on her, “I am struggling..” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I know…I know I am better here than the Spring Court. I know this.”

          Elain nodded but said nothing because while he was talking to her, it seemed he was also talking to himself to assure himself of his recent choices. Elain wondered if anyone has truly ever asked him how he was doing given what she was told of his complicated family history and Tamlin’s ‘friendship.’ He took her nod as the ‘okay’ to continue like it was permission, a fact that troubled her quite a bit.  

           Lucien padded over to the window and stood in the very position she was not very long ago. Unlike Elain, his gaze remained focused, not at the night sky but trained on her.

          “Tamlin is…was my friend. I believed I owed him everything for the rest of my life…but his choices of late with Feyre and the war are wrong. I know this.  I do not believe even after we escaped that he really sees that.” Another pause.
“Elain how are you faring with all of this?”

           Elain smiled kindly at him and he automatically gave one in return. She really liked his smile. Elain found herself walking towards him, slowly but more sure with each step. Her hand tingled and without looking down she knew what flower grew. “I am struggling but even during the moments when I am struggling the most I know am better off here.”

        She was never this forward but she couldn’t help but see a familiar sadness in his eyes, a sadness she kept to herself because her sisters one common goal was to keep Elain safe and unharmed but unbeknownst to them, she did not come out of everything unscathed. She lived with sadness. She drowned with overbearing guilt. She burned with anger. She felt things just like her sisters. She recognized the pain and the guilt in Lucien and forgave him for his wrongdoings by her sister because she would be a hypocrite otherwise. There was no high horse but deep understanding.

         They stood no more than a foot apart when Elain lifted her hand carrying the delicate white flower and curled it behind Lucien’s ear. He stood completely still as to not scare her or in shock she did not know but she couldn’t help of graze her knuckles gently across his cheek and told him softly, “I know this.”

          They stood there, remaining close but not touching, basking in the temporary peace. When Elain broke the moment by stepping away, Lucien grabbed her hand. His hands were rough but warm. “Thank you, Elain.” He whispered then released her hand. As she walked out, her hand tingled on last time for the night as she filled his room with white tulips, geranium, peony orchids, white chrysanthemums, and daffodils.  She closed the door with a lasting glance of a male surrounded by forgiveness, comfort, healing, truth, and new beginnings with hope tucked behind his ear.

Dating Wolffe

Requested by Anon and @iamanemotionaltimebomb.

It’s so hard to find a cute gif of Wolffe… This one will do. :)

Originally posted by republiccommando

> He fell in love quite easily to his own surprise. It felt natural even if he stayed quiet about what he felt until you got together.

> He loves you, you know it. Not because he told you but because he showed you. He may look like he’s insensible but you know him enough to be able to read his eyes by now. And he cares deeply about you.

> He’s not used to show affection but if you ever wants a hug, he’ll try even if he’ll feel like it’s a little awkward. But truth is that he actually gives great hugs and you won’t miss an occasion to ask for one if you feel a little down. He ends up liking it as much as you even if he won’t admit it.

> If he ever has to sacrifice his own life to save you, he’ll do it without hesitation. In ordinary situation, he tends to be protective in a quieter way.

> If you have a pet, he’ll have absolutely no idea how to interact with it. Should he try to talk to it ? Totally ignore it ? Pet it ? If your pet is really important for you, he’ll feel like it’s his duty to get them to at least tolerate him.

> I’m pretty sure the pet would like him and try to interact with him as much as they can. That makes your lover  utterly confused and you find that utterly cute. For obvious reasons, Wolffe never mentioned the pet when he was in public. But he secretly likes them.

> He’s sometimes quite taken aback when he see how much you care about him. Deep down, he still believe he’s just a soldier that was created to be disposable. And a part of him isn’t sure he’s worthy of having you.

> You find out about that once, and you both had the longest discussion ever. It wasn’t enough to convince him he was your everything but it helped. And now you made it your mission to help him see himself how you see him.

> The funny thing is that he assigned himself a similar mission : making sure you knew he was there for you if needed. But also, if you ever doubt it, that you were strong enough to handle alone whatever comes your way.

> Basically, to the rest of the world you’re a very strong couple. But you both know the other can be a cutie if they want too.

one of my autistic spec ed students likes to use music as a stim by humming songs to himself and his whole class was ganging up on him and yelling at him to stop

so i told his class to stfu basically lmfao i was like “you guys do so much talking when we ask you to be quiet i have a hard time believing one person humming is ruining your day so stop” and they were like ………damn

anonymous asked:

Is there any way you can do a Clarke POV for "No One Can Lift the Damn Thing" please? (I was going through your fics and was listing all the ones I would want an Alt-POV for, and they all involved Bellamy as James Potter, wow I have A Type.)

I feel kinda bad calling this a Clarke POV but whatev I had fun I like social media AUs

Original fic and alt POV on AO3!!

Raven: Just got my invite to Finn and Ontari’s wedding

Me: Nope
Do you think they flipped a coin?
Or she just gave him an ultimatum?
You can invite one of your awkward exes
But only one
Choose wisely

Raven: Honestly, I’m guessing he never actually told his mom why we broke up
And given the choice between telling her he cheated on me and I dumped his ass
And just inviting me to his wedding
He invited me to his wedding

Me: Yeah, that’s definitely what happened
Are you going to go?

Raven: Yup
Got a hot girlfriend
I like his parents
And I want him to feel awkward about shit
Too bad he didn’t invite you

Me: I really don’t mind
I feel like I dodged a bullet

Raven: You could have brought Bellamy
Finn was jealous of him BEFORE he was famous for being hot
Imagine how much he’d hate seeing you guys together now

Me: You know, I was going to say Bellamy has better things to do than go to a wedding just to piss off Finn
But then I remembered this is Bellamy we’re talking about
So he’d probably do it

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. Between the Lines . 181

Evening found Team Natsu and Jellal sitting with one another in a circle on the floor of Lucy and Erza’s room. Wendy had been left out alongside Charle - both were sleepy and Juvia had wanted to sleep without interruption. It was nearly one in the morning, after all.

“Let me get this straight,” Gray huffed, sitting back. “You were nearly arrested by Hisui for no apparent reason, you’re being stalked by one guy, there are others running around dressed the same way, and people want your keys after someone - one of the people stalking you - said that you couldn’t let someone have them.”

“Yep,” Lucy said, taking a sip of her tea. Beside her, Happy nibbled on a fish. To her other side, Erza was writing everything down. They were all serious and Jellal looked a little lost until Happy told him, “We do this every now and then.”

“What is this?” Jellal muttered.

“Team meeting,” Lucy replied. “We take notes, decide what to do, and take action.”

“It’s the second time we’ve done it and it works,” Natsu said confidently.

“Back on subject,” Erza ordered.

“Right,” Lucy agreed. “I think the people stalking me are okay-”

“They are,” Jellal cut in, startling them. His dark eyes were exhausted, full of anxiety they didn’t yet understand. “I…I ran into one with Meredy the other night. Believe me when I say they’re good people. I can’t tell you who they are, but they’re fine.”

That set off a cranky Natsu, who glared. “What do you mean you can’t-”

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” Jellal said calmly. “Patience, Natsu.”

“I don’t want to be patient,” he growled. “I want answers.”

“We all do, but if Jellal says that we are safe knowing not who they are, then so be it.” Erza wrote something down in the notebook on her knee and then lifted her dark eyes. “I’ve come up with a few new rules. Number one,” she began reciting what was in her notes. “Lucy is to go nowhere alone. Natsu, Gray, you will be entrusted in this.”

“Right,” they said together, and then glared at one another for their words.

“Number two,” Erza continued with a warning look in their direction. “The keys are to stay out of everyone’s hand but Lucy’s. There are mages who can change their appearance, and it is for that reason that not even Natsu will touch them unless a password is given. A password that Lucy will create now.”

They all looked expectantly to Lucy, who flushed beneath their eyes. She thought over it for a long moment and then said in a deadly serious voice, “Cor. If you need to touch my keys for whatever reason, call me by my pen name.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Gray replied, sitting back.

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Trump: 'I'm president and you're not'

(London Daily Mail) President Donald Trump sat down with Time magazine for a combative back-and-forth over his credibility, where he taunted his detractors by pointing out one single fact.

‘Hey look, in the mean time, I guess, I can’t be doing so badly, because I’m president, and you’re not. You know,’ Trump told Time’s Washington bureau chief Michael Scherer. ‘Say hello to everybody OK?’

This remark, which Trump seemed to direct at all his critics in the media, came after the president and Scherer volleyed over Trump’s still-disputed wire-tapping claim and other statements the president has made, in which the facts can’t quite back him up.

So today two of those Genius White Boys™ who are physics postgrads were talking to me and trying to convince me to do Physics Honours and asking why I chose astro instead and I told them my reasons (funding - I have a bursary - mental health, e.t.c.) and they didn’t seem to get it. Like, it’s easy to chose the more difficult option when you’re already a self-made millionaire (one of the dudes) or on your 5th (?) degree choice and close to 30 (the other dude) but when you’re a 21 year old with uncontrolled anxiety, overall shitty health and just just just privileged enough to worry about not wanting to further burden your parents with the cost of a degree you can’t self-fund and probably will fail… The easier, better funded, but not as challenging and prestigious choice is the one that you’re going to take. I do kinda regret not doing physics Honours, because whenever I hear physics people talk about their work I feel utterly silly with my baby cosmology and baby python courses and somehow forget that, while they may know about quantum stuffs and Lie Algebra, they don’t have a CLUE how to deal with any of the most basic astronomy problems or have easy access to the mountain of information about space that I have been granted with my astronomy degree. They don’t know how to reduce the spectrum of a distant galaxy, find the age of a star cluster or even work with magnitudes.

So I’m basically so done with the intellectual superiority of physics. Astronomy for life ❤💪💫✨

anonymous asked:

Hi Emily! I was wondering, how many dogs do you have? How long have you had your pup(s)? And where did you get your pup(s)?!

I only have one dog, Louie, and we got him three and a half years ago! We got him from the pound before it closed down due to money issues. He was one of the last dogs left to find a home and had been in the pound for three months and she told us not one person had even asked about him! I find that really sad because he’s such a good boy!