nothing really to see here

anonymous asked:

I know you don't share pap pics, and that's cool, but I have to come in and say how lovely those NYC dog walk kiss pictures were today. Those two make the sun shine a little brighter, y'know? It does the heart good to see two people really in love and not afraid to show it.

“nothing to see here, folks! just keep on walking and pay no mind to these two grown ass men acting like horny teenagers in the middle of the street. chop chop, everyone, show’s over”.

qt tho!!! and ia 💖

anonymous asked:

maybe could you do a reverse of betty playing with jugheads hair/suspenders and do one where he plays with something on betty (not dirty hehe) and getting all flustered and defensive when he gets caught.

Sure! Thankyou! This is kind of my take on him being in love with her blush, like she was in love with his hair. ***

She was just so damn pretty, it wasn’t fair honestly. How someone that tiny could hold all of that pretty, was beyond him.

She was talking animatedly at the lunch table, hands flailing and lashes fluttering. He could watch her all day, he was content to just stare at Betty Cooper until his eyes hurt and even longer after that.

She was so excited about the new river vixens routine she could hardly stop talking about it, Veronica was equally as excited.
“And then Betty gets to do this sexy as hell booty pop, right B?”

I’m sorry? Booty pop? In front of the whole football team? In that tiny skirt? Well that didn’t sit too well with him. his fingers went to her knee under the table squeezing gently, she looked up and smiled softly before turning back to their group of friends
“It’s not that sexy, it’s just kind of a…bendy thing? Either way, no ones gonna be staring at my butt when they see you walk out Veronica. Especially when you do that split Cheryl’s teaching you.”
She smiled at Veronica raising a brow, that launched the raven haired beauty into a whole other story about lessons at Cheryl’s.

“Bendy thing?” Jughead whispered into Betty’s ear, his fingers tracing the stiff fabric of her cheerleading skirt, sending shivers through her spine
“It’s really nothing juggie. Trust me. Nothing to see here.” She blushed slightly fiddling with his fingers in her lap.

God he loved that blush. he loved the way when she was really flustered it traveled all the way down her chest. He loved the way it was always a light rosy pink when she was being modest and a deep flaming red when he whispered dirty words into her ear late at night. He loved the way it looked on her cheeks when he introduced her to his father as “His girlfriend.”

Reaching his hand up to cup her cheek, he ran a thumb along her rosy flushed cheeks, stroking so softly her eyes closed. “Trust me bets, there’s definitely something to see there.”
Her eyes shot open, her pupils dilated, the breathy noise she exhaled going instantly to his pants.

She reached up and placed her hand over his own covering her cheek. “No one but you Jughead. Only you.” She whispered.
She said those words more often than not, slowly mending his insecurities every time.
He rested his forehead on hers gently.
“I love you.” He said softly
“I love you more.” She replied

“Oww you two are seriously going to give me a cavity with how sweet you are.” Cheryl spoke from across the table, breaking them both out of their bubble. They were all watching the couple, everyone, except Archie, smiling with goofy looks on their faces.

“Must you always eavesdrop on our conversations?” Jughead grumbled, grabbing Betty’s hand and pulling her tighter into him swinging his arm around her, and dropping his head to nuzzle into her neck with a groan.
Betty just giggled, tugging on his hat a little to straighten it out.

“Well it’s not like you try and hide it, we are all single young adults, indulge us. You know we live vicariously through your relationship.” Kevin said popping a grape into his mouth with a grin.

“What about Joaquin?” Jughead asked.
The two boys had gotten extremely close and Kevin often confided in Jughead with things he couldn’t tell the girls.

“Ah, tale as old as time. Distance has not made the heart grow fonder.” Kevin said glumly.

“I’ll talk to him today, he should be at the basketball court in the trailer Park.” Jughead said definitely, leaving no room for argument.

As much as Jughead tried to hide it, he was a genuinely good person, he cared about others so much, Betty reached for her boyfriends face and brought her lips to his, placing a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Jughead pulled away smiling lazily “what was that for?” Betty just shrugged and cuddled into his side.

“No reason, I just love you is all.” She smiled up at him.

He matched her smile and dropped a kiss to her forehead, rolling his eyes playfully

“And I love you, more than the stars and the moon.”

Welp, it’s me xD I dunno if someone ever wondered what I look like but you know it now xD

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Bonus:

anonymous asked:

leigh confirmed that one of her fairytales will be set in fjerda!! I know there is this whole discourse going on and idk if that fact even interests you, but she just recently replied to my tweet and said that which made me really happy (bc fjerda is v heavily based on norway and sweden, my countries, and I would love to see what it's like there)

AAAAAAH omg i didn’t know about that!! i hope it’s smth brand new and exciting although i’d be more than happy to see her write a new take on scandinavian mythology/folklore (either way i’m sure it’s going to be great!!)

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░No one has ever left me quite this sore 

░Now that I’m without your kisses,

░I’ll be needing stitches.

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Dinner was great,  a calm and drowsy feeling washed over Zack. He kicked his feet up on the desk and pulled the keyboard into his lap as he typed out some work he had. It wasn’t due for a awhile but he was feeling oddly productive tonight. Well, at first, the moment he was in need of changing up his music he logged onto his Youtube account and saw notification after notification of new uploads on his favorite personalities. What was supposed to be one funny video turned into ten and before he new it he was drinking a coke and was resting in a reclined position, keyboard pushed aside. Well, work could wait now it was time for leisure. 

It was beginning to rain harder and suddenly thunder was booming across the skies and lightning struck down to the earth. Zack walked around the room making sure everything was connected to a power surge. Just as he was satisfied all his stuff would be safe a loud BANG exploded through the sky and then the apartment was engulfed in darkness. The only source of light came from the windows but even then it was barely illuminating anything. He glanced at the cameras and saw a red light flashing, seemed that the security system worked on a back up generator or something. Which reminded him, he turned to the desk and looked at the locked drawer. A green flashing light, barely visible, blinked against the wall. Damn, that drawer was still locked. He sighed and climbed onto his bed and grabbed his phone. He had crappy signal but he could still do something with it. He had a few games that didn’t require service so maybe playing those would be best. 

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The Evolution Of Angel Haze

“People need representation,” Haze stresses. “It means a lot to have any sort of representation.”

All the more impactful, then, that Haze has been increasingly more vocal about their gender.

“I feel like my agenderness and my gender identity have evolved,” they say. “I spent a lot of time, in my earlier years of limelight, suppressing myself.”

That age of suppression is coming to an end. They add that in their language — Haze is Creole, Cherokee, and Blackfoot Indian, and a self-taught speaker of Tsalagi — their identity means two-spirited. “It’s normal that people can feel like they’re two things trapped in one body.” They will continue, through their various forums of advocacy, to further this message of normality. No big deal, nothing to see here — nothing, that is, besides a really, really good rapper.

Though Haze’s gender identity has evolved with the passing years, and their stint on Truce prompts their week-to-week evolution in the television personality game, there is one thing that seems, always, to come easy.
“Performing is natural,” they tell me. And I’m inclined to believe them, if only because their force of presence behind the mic — their vitality, their singular style, their certain brand of fearlessness — always makes it seem so.

Onstage, Haze says, “everyone knows what I’m about. What I’m going to do.”

Y’all wanna read an interview about an incredible rapper by a reporter who properly genders them throughout the article? Of course you do.

anonymous asked:

Also with this whole Ross debate after mike's tweet, there is a HUGE difference between shoving someone who just so happened to fall through a floor and premeditated murder. Ross literally PLANNED OUT HOW TO KILL ROBERT, PICKED UP THE GUN, AND SHOT HIM. And felt no guilt about it afterwards. I don't really see the comparison here.

I have nothing more to add. You said it all

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Brad Creasser is a camera operator for SPN.  I’m guessing that’s him 2nd from the left. 

It’s like they’re not even trying anymore.

Edited to add: probably Kathryn, Cliff, Misha, Jensen in photo.