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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

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You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

Finn | Heathens 2/2 | Bálor

Title; Heathens 2/2

Pairing; Finn Bálor/Reader, Demon!Finn Bálor/Reader

Words; 6,630

Summary; All that’s happened, it is enabling him to take exactly what he wants until he gets what he desires, we’ll be at his whim…

Warnings; NSFW, mentions of deals with devils, oral sex, DemonKing!Bálor has a dirty mouth, voyeurism kink and bloodplay if you squint hard, latex free, spanking, hair pulling, biting, violence, some post-assault trauma and aftermath 

A/N: It’s here, but it’s not all over yet. There are other fics coming in Heathens!verse, after part two of Daydream Away. Daydream Away is in final revisions and editing, I’m hoping to have it out next week sometime, barring any further disruptions from my personal life. There may be some shorter works coming as well. I am participating in the 14 Days of Valentines party being run by @wrasslesmut. Please leave some love and/or constructive criticism.

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“You should be the one who is ill, not me” (Y/N) sighed in frustration as she rubbed her temples. I laughed as I stirred the pan, “Why do you say that?” “Because, when we went on that walk last week in the freezing cold, you wore just a denim jacket. I was wrapped up warm with layers, scarf, hat, gloves - and yet I’m the one left with a stinking cold.” She threw her arms in the air before slumping down on the breakfast table, resting her head sideways. “I’m sure this soup will help baby,” I said softly. She let out a groan in response.

“What soup is it?” She asked a couple of minutes later, propping her head up with her hands. “It’s Roasted Butternut Squash, Garlic and Apple soup,” I said. “Come again?” (Y/N) asked. I glanced over at her and smiled, her face was puffy and her eyes looked so tired. “It’s delicious, trust me” I said. “Do you secretly wish you were a cook?” she asked in between sniffles. “And trade the thousands of screaming girls who love me, for sweaty, horrible men in a stuffy kitchen?” I asked with an arched brow. “Touche,” (Y/N) replied. I glanced over at her eyes slowly closing, “Go take a nap on the sofa. I’ll bring it in when it’s ready.”

She stepped down from the stool and walked behind me, wrapping her arms round my waist. I felt her head rest against my back, “I love you” I heard her mutter. I grabbed one of her hands and placed a kiss on it, “I love you too.” I felt her smile against my back before she removed her arms and walked to the living room.

Once the soup was ready, I separated it evenly between two bowls. I placed them on a tray along with two glasses of orange juice. I quietly entered the living room as soon as I saw (Y/N) asleep on the sofa. I placed the tray on the coffee table and crouched down, rubbing (Y/N’s) forehead with my hand. “Wake up darling,” I said softly, brushing the loose hairs from her face. She stirred a little and then came round. She brushed the crumpled tissues off her chest and joined me on the floor, leaning against the sofa.

I didn’t recognise the program that was on TV, but (Y/N) told me it was a program which she used to watch back home. (Y/N) was spending a month with me in Canada, it was just unfortunate that she was spending some of it being sick. She hadn’t eaten much over the past couple of days, so it made me smile when I saw her repeatedly shove spoonfuls of the soup into her mouth. “This is really good,” she muttered before she took another spoonful. “Told you it would be,” I smirked. “Alright, we get it. You’re amazing at everything,” she said sarcastically. I wrapped my arm round the back of her, and she leaned her head against my shoulder. “No but seriously, you are amazing. You’ve looked after me so well” she said quietly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said before placing a kiss on her forehead. We watched till the end of the program, and then I cleared everything away.

“I’m going to have a bath ok?” (Y/N) said softly, not having much energy left. I nodded and told her I would be up shortly. I collected all of the sparse tissues and threw them in the bin. Once I had tidied the kitchen I hurried upstairs to join (Y/N). She was stepping out of the bath when I reached the door. She looked so weak and fragile, nothing like my (Y/N). “Let me help,” I said as I wrapped the towel round her and guided her to my bedroom. I dried her, gently rubbing the towel against her skin. I helped her dress into her comfy clothes, pulling up her wooly socks and tucking her sweats underneath them. “There,” I smiled. “Nice and cuddly.” She smiled faintly at me. I remained on my knees as she sat in front of me on the edge of the bed, looking up at her in awe.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, have you been enjoying your time in Canada?” She nodded, her smile growing slightly,“I’ve loved every part of it.” I stood and left a lingering kiss on her forehead. “I can’t wait for you to kiss me properly again,” she sighed. I smiled at her before turning towards the door. “Wait, can you come and cuddle with me?” she asked, her voice sounding like a little child. “Of course baby, I just need to go to the toilet.” She nodded as she moved backwards on the bed, soon diving under the covers.

I checked social media whilst I was in the bathroom, noticing that (Y/N) had just tweeted. “Shawn is boyfriend goals ladies. You’re all right.” I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. I returned to my bedroom and felt my heart flutter at the sight of (Y/N) curled up in my bed, waiting for me. “You’re girlfriend goals, did you know that?” I grinned as I climbed into bed beside, quickly bringing her body against mine. “Oh really?” she scoffed. “You love when your girlfriend is weak and consumed by germs. You get turned on by snot trickling down her face onto her crusty lips,” (Y/N) said. “Ok enough,” I laughed into the crook of her neck.


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Request: Hey sweetheart. I was wondering (if requests are open/when u have time) if you could write one where Kylo is in a arranged marriage with someone else and he and reader (princess/whatever) have a secret affair? thanks and much love.

A/N: This was going to be way longer but decided to end it the way it is now so you call can have fun imagining :) Thanks anon for the request, enjoy! [p.s. check out the song undo by the 1975]

Warning: None

Word Count: 3.2K+


Lying on the king sized bed, black silk sheets rested upon his clothed lower half, Kylo rest his wrist on his forehead as he stared at the ceiling above him. His mind was circling nothing but the thought and idea of you. You, his secret lover. You, the person he snuck off away to see because the woman he was with wasn’t the one he wanted.

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Aries: the world is hard on you right now, I know. That just means it’s time to stand up straighter and fight harder, as exhausting as it is. You need to fight, even when you come out with bruises and a cut up lips. I’m proud of you, for whatever that’s worth in the end.

Taurus: fuck her. Fuck them. Fuck them for leaving and not coming back. Fuck them for not treating you right. Be fucking angry. You deserve a lot better. You need to know you deserve better. Never be afraid to walk away from someone who doesn’t need you anymore.

Gemini: No. Do not give up. Do not slide back in depression. Do not start isolating yourself again. Even if you can’t handle me, at least be around someone. This solitude will be the death of you. Even you know that. A problem that isn’t a addressed is still a god damn problem, but you know that to.

Cancer: the change of seasons is always hard on you.  The leaves fall apart and so do you. Even the smell of the air reminds you of everything you’ve hated and everything you’ve ever lost. I know how hard it is, and I know your struggle. No one is doubting it. It’s just as valid now as its always been.

Leo: the scars on your wrists don’t mean anything except that you have fought wars against demons most people can’t even see. They don’t define you anymore than anyone else’s birthmarks. Because after all, the demons in your mind were just another birthright.

Virgo: stop trying to convince everyone you are a good person, because we already know. If anyone says different it is our of their own selfish hate and anger and venom. There is no reality in her accusations. There is no truth in the horror tales that she tries to spin. We know that.

Libra: you are not fire. Letting people close will not kill them, or you. There is nothing so fragile in yourself that you have to make everyone hate you. Nothing so broken in them that letting them close will make them evaporate. Learn to be loved. Learn to trust in someone other than yourself.

Scorpio: lashing out doesn’t do anyone good when they didn’t cause your wounds. Take a breathe and calm down. That snarkiness is only going to make your allies abandon you faster. We’re only trying to help. But we can only help so much when we can’t even get close. Stop seeing red long enough to distinguish ally from enemy.

Sagittarius: no one is angry, there is nothing here to hide from. Don’t act ashamed you weren’t the one to blame. No one is saying the blood is on your hands. But cutting everyone out doesn’t do any good. We are all trying to help you. But were all just left asking ‘what the hell are you doing?’

Capricorn : some wounds weren’t meant to close. Some things will never quite heal the way you wish they would. Some scaes never form like they were suppose to. Learn to be okay with that. Learn to breathe through the pain, and then to never touch it again.

Aquarius: don’t give up. Don’t take the cowards way out of all of this. You’re not the only one with rug burns on your hands from hanging on to tightly. You’re not the only one fighting for this. So don’t you dare let go now.

Pisces: I know you want so desperately to belive in magic, but sometimes you have to work with what you’re given. Reality is brutal but it’s true. Sometimes that’s the only thing we’ve got.

—  This week’s horoscope

anonymous asked:

How do the other alter egos react to the Host being mad enough to really release his power?

They find it terrifying.

It’s a reminder that the Host isn’t Dark’s right hand for nothing, he’s not fragile and never has been. It reminds them that every measured word that comes out of his mouth holds power and makes them wonder if he simply narrates the world around him or is the cause of the events that occur just seconds after he speaks them. 

The cool thing about Magnus Scheving being really hot, athletic, and one of the richest people in the world is that you also know he’s a huge nerd who loves theater and willingly acted alongside puppets and he is an earth-bound spirit guide for anyone who loves to write fiction for kids or who loves drawing art for kids. There is absolutely nothing fragile about his masculinity and if anyone makes fun of you for liking Lazytown or another kids show or for creating content that’s family friendly, you can just remember the words of Hot Gymnastics Dad, and that he reaffirms that you can exist in a world where you can both be an adult with grown-up thoughts and desires, while also tapping into that completely innocent, child-like wonder that exists in your soul, and that creating content for kids is really just creating content for real, valid, existing human beings who just haven’t been alive on earth as long and who need support and validation and inspiration. Sportacus is both a sex symbol and also a symbol that reminds you that you can spend your time drawing and writing without focusing on sex or money or the worry that your creations have to be more ‘successful’ than the creations of other people. You can be a grown up and also create what you love with the aesthetic that you love. One of the rules of Lazytown is that ‘everybody wins’. If anyone ever asks you why you’re reading or writing or watching or drawing something ‘for kids’, you can remind them that it’s not just for kids, it’s for everybody, and then you can remind them that Magnus Scheving once performed in front of 10,000 screaming women. 

anonymous asked:

"asian men were seen as threats" but isn't black men also seen as threats? Why one is fetishezed while the another is not?

I’m not sure what you mean by which one is fetishized and which one is not but I think that black men are fetishized in many ways whereas Asian men are desexualized in many ways. I’m not going to speak over black men so I can’t answer anything regarding their issues. Black men, please feel free to add any input.

As for Asian men, it started off with Chinese men coming to America in the mid-1800s, particularly during the Gold Rush. There was a lot of labor to be done during that time so this is where I’ll also begin the 4 major reasons why I think Asian men were desexualized:

1. Chinese men were willing to work for lower wages than white men and this obviously worked out better for employers. Eventually, many white men felt that Chinese men were taking away jobs from them and it lead to strong anti-Chinese sentiment with extreme events like the Rock Springs Massacre of 1885.

2. Chinese men turned to more “feminine” jobs like working with laundry, gardening, and cooking after eventually getting kicked out of more “masculine” jobs like fishing, farming, and mining. Back in those days, jobs were extremely “genderized,” not that they still aren’t today but you get what I mean.

3. Chinese men wore their hair in long ponytails (Queue). The Queue hairstyle was enforced by the first Manchu emperor of China and if Chinese men didn’t have it, they could be punishable by death. However, in America, long hair was often associated with women and femininity. White men probably thought of the Chinese men as not being “real men.”

4. A few Chinese men were marrying white women and this eventually lead to anti-miscegenation laws. From 1907 to 1922, white women lost their citizenship due to marriages with “foreigners" and could not apply for citizenship through the naturalization process if they married Asian men (thanks to the Cable Act of 1922). And who created these laws? White men of course.

TL;DR: So as you can see, it’s not that Chinese men were physically threatening to white men but rather they were threatening on a much deeper and wider scale. Chinese men were a threat to white men’s economic stability, wealth, power, status, and even marriage with white women. And we all know there’s nothing more fragile than the white male ego, especially when he thinks he’s entitled to everything. So what better way to destroy the images of Chinese men (and eventually all Asian men) by making us completely devoid of sexuality?

Note: This is probably one of the most cishet posts I’ve ever written and I definitely apologize for my privilege and especially to followers and readers who aren’t lmao.

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anonymous asked:

Since you are the official Fandom mom, what is your favorite thing about all your children?

jskag;hkls;gha;gsakhl; i’m still not entirely sure how to respond to this fandom mom thing but

Uraraka: i love how determined she is. i love how she wants to be a hero for money, but not for herself; she wants to make her parent’s life easier because they’v had to work hard their entire lives, and she’s damn determined to help them. even willing to go toe-to-toe with Bakugou, the scariest and one of the strongest of the entire class, to make it happen

Shouji: He’s so???? sweet???? oh my god???

he’s always looking out for the other students and he always does it almost instinctively??? he just. helps them and it’s the sweetest thing oh my gosh what a sweetheart. he’s also such a chill dude and i love him. he’s like the silent older brother of the class

Mina: SHES SO PEPPY AND UPBEAT. she’s just so super super positive and happy??? she’s also a little naive which is adorable

Momo: oh  my gosh i love Momo. she tries so hard to be the best that she can be?? she lost her way at one point, but she came up with a plan and go ther confidence back?? and she’s also really dorky too b/c she grew up in a rich household so she ends up seeming a little out of place (which is really adorable and the other students also find it cute). also she loves to help people???? she was so excited to help tutor the other kids oh gosh what a sweetheart. she’s a total cinnamon roll

Aoyama: i love how dorky he comes off as?? but he clearly does have some insecurities, but he really does want to be closer to the class. unlike the the shoujo stereotype he’s sorta parodying, he doesn’t wanna be better than anyone. he wants to be on the same level as everyone. AND HE WAS WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF TO LET THE OTHERS PASS THE EXAM AHHHH

Mineta: as much as he frustrates me with the perverted jokes, i really love the moments when he’s able to work through his fears and win

Tsuyu: another??? total????? sweetheart????????? she worries about everyone and makes sure they’re all okay and often compliments the others when they do something they’re proud of. she’s just like an older sister for the class and she’s just so sweet. i also love how observant she is!!

Kirishima: GOSH, ANOTHER TOTAL SWEETHEART…. he’s so emotional??? and he determinedly stays Bakugou’s friend despite Bakugou’s insults and rough attitude?? and he cried when Tsuyu was crying??? and he also got all sad b/c Tetsutetsu’s quirk is similar to his and he was like ‘NOW I’M EVEN LESS ORIGINAL!!!” and gosh he just cares so much but he’s also hot blooded and dorky?? i love him

Tooru: oh gosh she’s just so sweet. like i genuinely can’t think of a single bad thing about her??? she’s like an invisible ray of sunshine and positivity 

Sero: we don’t really know much about him, but he seems like a really chill dude??

Kouda: AHHH OH GOSH HE’S ALSO ANOTHER SWEETHEART…. HE’S SO SHY AND SWEET AND WHEN HE TALKS HE TALKS IN THIS WEIRD WAY AND HE ALSO HAS A PET BUNNY???? WHAT IS THERE NOT TO LOVE

Satou: HE BAKED A CAKE FOR HIS CLASSMATES OH GOSH HE’S BIG AND BUFF BUT HE’S REALLY JUST A BIG TEDDY BEAR

Tokoyami: oh gosh… what a dork.. what an edgy dork…… he stands in front of his door to keep the other kids from seeing his room b/c he’s embarrassed and they have to PUSH HIM OUT OF THE WAY….. and honestly, he just??? he’s so free with giving compliments or thanks. plus his fucking “Banquet of Darkness” thing i just hska;gha you try so hard Tokoyami i love you

also, he has this really sweet moment with Uraraka here where he tries to cheer her up. i grabbed the official translation b/c the scanlations missed it

Ojirou: he’s another character we haven’t seen much of, but he seems like he has a strong moral code?? he willingly got out of the Sports Festival because he felt like he didn’t earn his place there. that takes a lot of guts

Kaminari: oh my god what a fucking dork. he’s just. so clumsy. like, he sticks his foot in his mouth a lot. or he’s just scared to fight. or freaking out in the background. or he tries to play himself up more than he actually is. what a kid oh my gosh. PLUS i love his moment where he pushed aside his fear to stand up for Bakugou ahhhhhh what a sweetie he cares about his friends

Jirou: SHE LOVES TO FUCK WITH KAMINARI AND HE DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE HALF THE TIME LMAO and she’s just so chill??? she’s super sweet in her own way and i love how she’s just ‘nope’ with drama lol. and i love how she just.. fucking loses it when Kaminari fries his brain lmao

Todoroki: OH MY GOD HE IS SUCH A DORK HE IS SO OBLIVIOUS AND JUST. THERE ARE ALWAYS DRAMATIC ZOOMS ON DULL SHIT HE SAYS. HE THINKS HE’S GOT A CURSE THAT HURTS PEOPLE’S HANDS. he is so sweet and dorky and he cares so much about his friends and he tries so hard i love him

Iida: HE’S ALSO SUPER DORKY. he makes weird hand gestures when he talks b/c he just gets so INTO what he’s saying, and he takes his role of Class President really seriously, and he tries to set a good example for the other students and???? he cares so much about his friends too??? and he wants to live up to his brother’s legacy???

Izuku: I LOVE IZUKU SO MUCH. He wants to be a hero so badly, beause he wants to help people and make them smile like All Might does. he had so little self confidence, but his relationship with All Might made him so much more confident, and he’s a natural leader??? and he just cares about his friends so much that he’s willing to do almost anything to help them??? and he trains so hard to get better and better at using OFA and he’s also such a dork and HIS ENTIRE ROOM IS AN ALL MIGHT SHRINE. EVEN AFTER MEETING ALL MIGHT AND BEING CLOSE TO HIM, IZUKU NEVER ONCE LOSES HIS ADMIRATION OF HIM AHHHH

Bakugou: MY ANGRY SON I LOVE HIM SO MUCH????? HE STARTS OUT AS SUCH A LITTLE JERK, BUT OVER THE COURSE OF THE MANGA HE SLOWLY BECOMES NICER AND NICER AND DEVELOPS SO MUCH AS A CHARACTER. GOSH and i think the moment i started to truly enjoy his character is after his match with Uraraka when he’s all “There’s nothing fragile about her.” and he is JUST as determined to be a hero as Izuku is, and nothing will sway him from that path. no offer could move him from what he wants to be, which is a hero like All Might. and he does care. he’s shown worry over All Might (more than once), he refused to use any of his more destructive moves in fear of hurting  Kirishima, and he knows there’s something between All Might and Izuku, but doesn’t push the issue. and then he thanks All Might, when at the beginning of the manga, he never would’ve done that. AHH HE’S SUCH A LITTLE SHIT BUT HE’S LEARNING AND GROWING AND I’M SO PROUD OF HIM AND AHHHHHH I LOVE MY ANGRY SON SO MUCH

Random NIN Fact:
This song is dedicated to Trent’s maternal grandmother Clara Clark who died during the late stages of the Self Destruct era and the early stages of The Fragile.

It is no secret that Trent had suicidal thoughts during the making of The Fragile as he told the audience in a 2009 show when performing La Mer and this is perhaps one of several key songs written during the period of mourning and depression as Trent had lost a lot of his closest friends due to his spiralling drug addiction and also on tour he had lost his dog Maise who died in a freak accident at a concert venue during the Self Destruct Tour.

It wasn’t until the early 2000′s in which after Trent accidentally overdosed at a London show mistaking pure China White heroin for Cocaine accompanied by the death of a studio intern who Trent befriended, Trent finally decided to get clean and has remained so ever since.


“I’ve done all I can do
Could I please come with you?
Sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes”

i promise ☆ zelo scenario

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skydive au series: yongguk - himchan - daehyun - youngjae - jongup - zelo

Originally posted by bydinh

It was the last thing you’d ever thought you’d be doing; working as a bartender at a club owned by one of Seoul’s most prominent gangs; serving some of the most powerful men in the entire country.

Associating yourself with these types of people, working late into the night. You knew it was bad. You knew it was dangerous.

But you didn’t have a choice. In your mind, being able to get a college education was something worth the risk. And if you had to work in unideal conditions in order to make tuition money, then so be it.

“____, refill this for me will ya?” your boss’ gruff voice boomed as cigarette smoke filled the air.

“Yes sir,” you approached him, never able to look him in the eyes as you took the glass from his hand.

It was 4 AM, the club long past closing time. It was merely you, your boss, and two of his right-hand men. They always stayed late, and you were forced to stay as long as they were there.

You walked over to the bar, taking a bottle of scotch of the shelf and pouring the glass half-full before you hearing a bang on the door.

“Who the hell his that?” you heard your boss yell, commanding one of his men to answer the door.

Mere seconds later, you heard gunshots. Several of them, coming one after another.

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