a small backyard, a decent fence and the will to make a safe coop for your fluffy dames is all you need to make it happen
they will eat your vegetable scraps and gobble down pretty much any kind of food waste, turning discarded crusts and mushy fruit into big fat eggs full of protein!
and depending on which breed you buy, they will lay an egg almost every day. free, nutritious food every morning! what other pet will do that?
it’s a misconception that eating eggs is inherently cruel, or that you need a rooster for your chickens to lay eggs! all the eggs you buy in supermarkets are unfertilised, which means there is no chance of that egg ever hatching. you’re not eating a potential life, your chickens will lay eggs regardless of whether there’s a rooster around
so only buy a rooster to go with your lovely ladies if you want baby chicks - otherwise, just get some girls and enjoy those omelettes!
the way cage egg farms are run is terrible, and you can’t always be sure that a free range farm is as idyllic as the picture you see on the carton. lots of sad chookies who can’t perch or scratch or eat grass and clean themselves. :(
this way, you will always be certain that your girls are happy, healthy, doing what chicken are meant to do and eating what chickens should be eating, which means bigger and better eggs for you!
you can give eggs to your friends! give eggs to strangers! eggs for everyone!
tiny and furious lawnmowers. chickens LOVE grass, especially clover. if you have a small backyard, they will do all the work of keeping the grass trimmed.
a caution, pls buy your chicken a friend - they will get lonely if you only buy one. my friend had two chickens and one died, leaving Gizmo all alone. she got depressed and stopped laying, so they put her in the rabbit hutch. now she has a best friend bunny called Jimmy and she’s very happy! she often sits on him and purrs.
chickens are good around most other pets - cats and chickens usually regard each other with mutual indifference and disdain, but they generally bond with dogs. however, if you know your pooch or kitty is particularly aggressive, make sure you check it won’t be a problem!
scratch scratch scratch, scratch party!!
one time I was cleaning out the stables and my chicken came over, saw that I was using a big rake and went !!!! scratch time!!! and she started scratching furiously next to me like she was trying to help
they’re very clean animals and will clean themselves every day with a dust bath and a thorough preening
when it starts raining it takes them a good 10 seconds to process what’s happening, then they RUN to shelter
gloriously stupid tiny velociraptor running
peck peck peck. is food? I check! peck. not food!
rip all snails and slugs that live in your garden
they will also go after mice and spiders
chicken poop is great fertiliser! when you clean out their coop, spread the poo on your garden and watch your flowers and veggies grow!
kiddos LOVE chickens!!
seriously, looking after chickens is a great job for little kids - any little fella can fill up their water and give them some food, and collecting a warm, fresh egg every morning is so rewarding for them!!!
hours of entertainment watching their antics
some (not all) like a cuddle! the ladies will let you know what their preference is. they may also gently peck and groom you because they love you.
you can give them fancy names like lottie, ethel and lady beatrice so it sounds like they’re a supporting cast in a Jane Austen novel
in conclusion give a pretty chicken a happy home today
It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.
“Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
“Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
“Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
“Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
"There is always time for a high-five.”
“Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
“Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
“A demonic sugar glider?”
“People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
“And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
“So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
“One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
“Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
“Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
“Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
“I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
“You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
“Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
“You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
“Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
“IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
“I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
“Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
“I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
“OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
“I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
"Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
“Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
*Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
“When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
“You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
“Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
“Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
“I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
“Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
“I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
“I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
“You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
“Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
“I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
“Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
“Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
“You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
“Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
“It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
“Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
“This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
“Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
“Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
“Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
“Have you seen?… oh shit”
“Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
“Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
“Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
“I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
“Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
“Oh, no honey, put that back…”
“It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
“Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
“OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
“Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
"I pay your taxes”
“No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
“You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
“You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
“And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
“Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
“Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
“Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
“Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
“If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
“What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
"Is the food supposed to be moving?”
“You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone, you bombed a minor country, got married to a stripper, and assassinated a world leader?!”
“Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
“Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
“Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
“All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
“So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
“Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
“Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
“We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
“Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
“Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
“Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
“I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
“John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
“What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
“Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
“Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
“Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
“I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
“Why do I do this to myself?”
“Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
“How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
“Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”
Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas
I see your Frat Boy Vitya headcanons and I raise you:
Yuuri Katsuki being dragged to his first frat party after line three years at college spent just trying to blend into whatever wall is nearest. This is never going to happen and Yuuri thinks it’s because everyone is just amazed at how little of his shit he has together.
(They aren’t. “Fucking LOOK at him,” sighs many a sexually frustrated undergrad while pining loudly in Yuuri’s direction. Yuuri scuttles away with his hood closed almost completely around his face.)
Yuuri arrives at the party and immediately finds The Dog.
“There’s a dog here,” he tells Phichit, and spends the next three hours sitting on the floor with the dog.
“How are you?” he asks the dog very seriously as the dog slowly licks his shoulder. This is a Premium Dog. “Yes, good. Is my shoulder tasty? I’m so glad. I’m so glad you find my shoulder tasty. Whose dog are you?” The dog’s tags are in Cyrillic, which is really weird. Yuuri squints at the tag and finally says, “Whoever Binktop is, he has a really good dog.”
“Makkachin,” someone says eventually, and the dog gets up and goes to the interloper.
“No, come back,” Yuuri whimpers as the dog leaves. He doesn’t go far–the guy who called him is standing on the edge of he crowd wearing Chinos and Gucci sunglasses.
They’re inside. At night.
“Are you Binktop?” Yuuri asks him blearily. People have been bringing him drinks the whole time he’s been sitting with the dog and he doesn’t know what that’s about. Probably they feel sorry for him.
(”I brought him a drink, Chad,” says a certain dejected brother of Iota Sigma Upsilon. “He took it but he looked like he was going to cry. All he said was I don’t need your pity. I don’t understand?”)
“Excuse me?” asks Binktop. There is some sort of expensive imported cider in his hand. He looks down at his dog as though he will know the answer.
Yuuri points at the dog’s tags. “Binktop. His owner.”
“Oh,” says Binktop. He bends down to show Yuuri that, on the backside of the tag he’d been looking at, the same information is listed in English. “No. Viktor.”
Yuuri frowns and squints. “You look more like a Binktop to me.” He holds out a hand for Makkachin the Dog and waits until he comes to sniff it. “You have a really good dog, Binktop. He’s a great dog.”
“You’re that figure skater, right?” Binktop asks, crouching down next to his dog. “Yuuri Katsuki?”
“Yes,” Yuuri sighs dejectedly. “That’s me.”
“Sick,” Binktop says.
“Yes, I am,” Yuuri says. “Do you have a bathroom, Binktop?”
He and Binktop spend half the night on the floor of the president of Iota Sigma Upsilon’s en-suite bathroom. Yuuri doesn’t know why Binktop chose to bring him to this bathroom, but it’s the one they’re in. Binktop doesn’t really seem interested in leaving, either. He holds Yuuri’s hair for him and listens to him talk about his family. Makkachin the Really Good Dog is there.
“It would probably be a good idea if you stayed here tonight,” Binktop says slowly after several hours of this. Yuuri stopped puking a awhile ago, thankfully. “I don’t know who you came here with, or where you live. I don’t think you do either.”
“Okay, I’m just gonna–” Yuuri climbs into the shower and curls up at the bottom. “This is good. I’m gonna sleep here, okay Binktop?”
“You could–I mean, if you want–my bed is softer.”
Yuuri glares at Binktop over his shoulder.
“No! I swear, no funny business. I’ll crash in Chris’ room. Or Micky or–someone, I promise.”
Binktop helps Yuuri get into bed and leaves a bucket next to him and makes him drink a glass of water. When he tries to take Makkachin with him, Yuuri tosses the covers back and says, “The good boy stays,” and Makkachin hops up. Binktop looks at Yuuri like he’s stolen something from him. The dog, probably.
(”I’m in love,” Viktor says to Chris later that night, swooning on Chris’ floor. “He stole my heart, right there!”)
Yuuri finds out later that Binktop is, in fact, Viktor Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov whose parents are major benefactors to the university. The gym where Yuuri trains is called the Nikiforov Intramural Sports Complex.
Viktor Nikiforov is the president of Iota Sigma Upsilon.
“Oh shit,” Yuuri whispers to himself.
“Do you want to go to breakfast?” Viktor Nikiforov asks him, looking a little less douchy in the light of day. Now that he’s not dressed up for a party, he’s wearing normal-person clothes, jeans and a university sweatshirt. His hair is ungelled and he looks nice and handsome. “I’ll walk you home first so you can change.”
“Okay,” Yuuri says softly.
Yuuri goes to breakfast with Viktor Nikiforov and then goes back to the Iota Sigma Upsilon house, where Viktor skillfully eats him out and announces that he intends to become Yuuri’s boyfriend.
The brothers of Iota Sigma Upsilon hoot and holler at Yuuri and Viktor’s wedding when Chris gets up with a microphone and says, “Let me tell you about how Yuuri and Viktor met! It started with a party and a dog…”
My kid does 13K in damage to studio equip, we handle it like lunatics.
I’m an audio engineer and score arranger full time in my self-owned business. It’s how I provide for myself, my fiancée (also CF), and my mother. I record, mix, and master for bands, voice-overs for local commercials, and write music for people’s weddings, college films, indie games, etc.. It was my passion since I was a child and every day I ask myself why I get paid to do what I do.
You know, until today.
I had a woman schedule to come in because she wanted me to record her monologue for an acting class. I thought it was going to be easy enough. I set up a mic and a music stand in the sound booth and got my workstation prepped for tracking. She was supposed to show up at 3:30, so when 4:00 came around, I called her to ask her if she was still coming. It was my last contract for the day and I was wanting to get home to my fiancée, dogs, and dinner.
“Oh, sorry sweetie, I’m going to be there soon. I just had to get my son from ex-boyfriend.”
4:12, she showed up with her child.
To preface, I’ve never really wanted kids, and don’t really hate them either. But I’ve been childfree of mind for a decade now in league of several bad child experiences in public.
Anyway, I sat her down at the conference table and tried to talk to her about the contract and billing, etc., and just couldn’t because of the six-years-old pile of ovary droppings next to her.
“Mommy it’s cold in here.” “Mommy, I’m bored.” “Mommy, that guy has girl hair.” “Mommy, I want to play on the phone.”
The incessant whining went on for the entirety of the discussion. She did nothing about it. I had an ache in my stomach that this might be a rough session.
I was right.
I showed her to the sound booth, positioned the mic at face level, told her the basics of mic use, and then she floored me with a question.
“Can my son stay in there with you while I do this?” I insisted that he wait in the conference room (across the hall from the control room) because the control room wasn’t a very kid-friendly place considering the 120K of equipment at arms reach.
“But he’s a little angel.”
I shouldn’t have taken her word for it. I SHOULD NOT have taken her word for it. This kid was ANYTHING but. I let him in, told him to sit in one of the office chairs and don’t touch anything. Needless to say, he touched. I queued the recording arm and signaled her to start. She got three lines into her take before I hear a deafening screech and crash.
That little shit machine had just knocked over a $4,000 Korg into a rack with $9,500 of equipment. Completely shattered the touchscreen on the Korg, busted the dials off of half of the effects, and totaled my distressor that I use for almost all the vocals I track.
All of this, by the way, was the room’s length apart from where I told the crotch goblin to stay.
The kid, because of the loud noise, started full-lung screaming. Not crying. Not yelling. Screaming.
The mother, with no hesitation, ran over to the control room and DEMANDED to know what I did to her child. She cussed at me and accused me of hurting her little snot monster. Threatened to sue and even swung at me. When I told her that her precious angel had just racked up at least twelve grand of damages, she said “good”, spit on me, then stormed out, slamming every door on the way. So I pulled the security camera footage and had filed a police report. Grand total: $13,504.25. I also mailed her the bill for her session for good measure.
Of six years in the studio, this is my only truly terrible experience. Fuck mombies. Fuck having children. Thanks for making my vasectomy decision that much easier on me.
She doesn’t like to be called babe because it’s sort of a lazy way of saying baby, she loved it when I called her by nicknames, babygirl, princess, tiger (because she wants to reincarnate into a tiger if she one day dies) beautiful, etc, she doesn’t like when others call her by her name, because she prefers “soph” but she loved it when I called her by her name and she sat there smiling at me for ages. Her favourite drinks are iced coffee, those frappe things from McDonald’s and rubicon (the mango one though) she loved coffee and I’ll never understand why. Shes insecure of her face and when You look at her too long she’ll cover it, she’s insecure of her body, though it’s perfect just the way it is to me, she’s insecure of her smile but I find it beautiful. No matter how many times I called her beautiful she didn’t once believe it because she believes she isn’t. No matter how many times I tried to prove to her she was beautiful she didn’t believe it. She’s insecure, she’s scared of being hurt, she’s scared of wasting time, she’s scared of putting her all into somebody to be left alone, her guard was up, even after I showed her the craziest amounts of love, because she’s afraid of letting people in and it’ll take her ages for her to be able to trust you and open up, the way she is stubborn drives me crazy because I want her to tell me what’s wrong but she won’t. She’s spend all night crying over me but has been happy for me the next day because whose wants to see a smile on my face, she will be emotional, she’ll cry, she’ll cry and lot, she won’t tell me she’s crying though because she’s scared to bring attention to herself. She gets jealous but only because she doesn’t want to see me with anybody else. She has days where all she wants to do is be alone and cry, there’s days she’ll have no motivation but all you need to do is try to be there for her regardless of how much she acts as though she doesn’t care because deep down she does and her pain is too much to explain so she’ll keep it in rather than tell me what’s wrong. She thinks she’s stupid and not intelligent (which I think and believe she is) and regardless of what i tell her she will never believe it, she always believes she isn’t enough but she is more than enough, I look at her and see my future, I look at her and it will physically hurts me because i know that she is worth much more yet she sticks around just for me, I think back to all the times I’ve hurt her and made her cry because of stupid arguments, I’ll look at her and my eyes will light up from the way her smile forms and the way her pupils dilate, the way she turns her head to the side so I won’t see her smiling or laughing. she never wants to see me upset, she may never say much but she knows, she wants to say things but her shyness takes over, she wants to be here for me but she will have no idea what to say, she will try her damn right hardest to be there for me and even though i don’t realise how much effort she puts in she will still carry on doing so. Even though I don’t thank her enough for making you happy she will still carry on doing so because she wants me to be happy. She never really speaks about what’s on her mind until i physically beg her to, she hates to talk of her past and her future and if I’m lucky she’ll tell me a story or two about her past, I need to pay attention because she hates to repeat herself, i need to reply to her like I’m interested or she’ll think i don’t care. She hates to talk of her future because it’s “depressing” because she doesn’t believe in herself but now is the part where i should interfere and motivate her to believe that everything she wants will be hers as long as she tries. She hates it when i give her “positivity rants” on the phone because it makes her overthink. She hates feeling like I’m not paying attention to her. She hates when I don’t realise everything you do for her. She hates feeling depressed and alone so i much bring as much happiness to her as possible, she hates knowing that I’m not okay. she loves sci-fi movies and that’s another thing I’ll never understand why she loves but when we’re married I’ll sit with her through 3 hour sci-fi movies because it’ll put a smile on her face and I’d do anything for that, She loves to mess and play with her hair, she is so downright passionate about photography and she loves relating to somebody, she loves when I know things about her, she loves having deep meaningful conversations, she sometimes stays up until stupid o clock to check up on me and to see if I’m okay or just to speak to me because she craves me and the feelings I give her. She stays up some nights doing things for me which I would never expect and some nights she will cry herself to sleep because I upset her or because im not okay. She loves to play fight and she loves it when I look into her eyes and she loves it when I lay in bed with her and just talk absolute shit. She loves long walks and pleasing sights, she loves going to pretty places, she loves the nights and one day she would love to travel the world with the love of her life, even though she’s never been an an airplane before but it’s fine because neither have I. she would love a long car journey to wherever as long as it’s with somebody she loves, she loves old music and she loves to make you happy. She loves wearing casual clothes and rarely ever wants to look “feminine” but I love it because its her character and who she is and she will never change that. She will make me happy even if I’m not making her happy because she loves me and will do anything to see a smile on my face. She doesn’t like going to busy places like concerts or crowds etc, she loves dogs and practically develops bonds with them, she dislikes her dog because she’s ‘boring’ but she still loves her and sees her as a sister, because she’s grown up with her. She is sometimes so full of life and so happy that its literally contagious, her smile makes me smile and her laugh is honestly the best sound ever, I see my future every time I look deeply into her eyes and i realise that she is worth so much more than me yet she sticks around, once she loved me she has not once stopped, ever since that day 3 years ago. Sometimes she will act heartless but only because she wants me to show her that I care, sometimes she’ll cry and not tell me because she wants me to figure it out. She doesn’t like to be around many people, she doesn’t want to go to college because she hates the whole school vibe but I respect her for that because going straight for a apprenticeship takes guts, she doesn’t have many friends and although people think they know her, I can assure you they don’t, she will make you feel as though you know her but you really don’t, even I don’t know/understand her to the full extent, because she doesn’t really let anybody in unless she really wants to tell them something, she doesn’t really open up to anybody, she may talk a lot on the phone sometimes but in real life it is the complete opposite because she will become shy. She loves her dads car because of it’s blacked out windows so people can’t see her. I’d describe her as mysterious and as every single day which goes on I carry on learning more about her. She is the book I’ve opened and I will carry on reading her till I am finished reading her which will be never because she is an endless story. She loves it when I hype her up when she looks beautiful when I replay, screenshot and reply with endless emojis because her beauty takes away my breath. Sometimes she’ll have an attitude because she’s upset about something and she wants me to figure it out. But her attitude is nothing to fuck with at all because she can talkkkkk I assure you, she will fight her opinion onto you and she will make her point, but she won’t say a word in person, regardless of the arguments and regardless of the heartlessness she will love me entirely and will carry on doing so and I will never question that. Her heart is made of gold and she will always want what is best for me. I’d keep on going because this isn’t everything about her, if I could, but quite honestly I’d be going on for hours, I could never lie, me and her have made the most happiest and craziest memories together, and I could never doubt that. If forever does not last for me and her and you’re the next person who falls in love with her, take this all in and realise what you’re getting yourself into. Treat her well because she is honestly a queen, you’ll learn to love her, but let me assure you something, you will never love her half as much as I do. But for now and hopefully till forever, she is mine and I will carry on loving her till the day I die.
The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone.
Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning.
All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free.
And it was gone.
Clint was gonna shoot somebody.
Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.
yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend.
I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?
oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26.
i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.
things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.
yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.
but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.
at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.
stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.
stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.
So I've been very lazy with my studying toward witch craft and therefore I'm going back to the beginning~ lol. Any advice for a little witch?
Some Advice for Getting Started:
*Start with things that interest you!*
I know i get terribly bored very quickly (gemini curse lmao) so i find that if i dive into stuff i’m interested in learning about, that it will tend to hold my attention longer and help me get back into the swing of things! So in my example one of my first things i researched when i was starting out was about Crystals and their properties/uses in magic! From there i was able to use that as a sort of base jumping off point for my magical practice! And if you find something you were learning about doesn’t seem like it fits you/your style/ your practice then drop it and move on to the next thing!
No Questions Are Stupid Questions
No Questions Are Stupid Questions
No Questions Are Stupid Questions!!!! Questions mean you care enough to try and learn more about something! I’m pretty much always here and will try my best to answer as best as i am able And if I can’t i will do my best to help direct you to someone more knowledgeable!
*TAKE YOUR TIME!*
This one is important because most of the time i feel like i see baby/beginner witches try really REALLY hard to “reach the same level” as other witches as quickly as possible when in reality that just hurts THEIR path in the long run. Your path is your own, take it at your own pace. Enjoy the little bumps along the way and find the “Roses of your Path” (the things that make you want to stop and appreciate them: the satisfaction of calling your first Storm, the chill of the night air when you set out your first Full Moon Water, the spark when you find that one crystal.) Enjoy it. Enjoy your path, Enjoy your Craft.
*Use the Things you Already Own!*
Another thing i see beginners getting hung up on (myself included, i was/am extremely guilty of this lol) is wanting to go out and buy a ton of supplies. try looking around your house for things that can be re purposed. Old Spaghetti Sauce Jars can be cleaned and used as spell jars, deity altars/shrines, or ingredient storage! Take pictures from old magazines and make a collage Altar on paper! Use a composition notebook as your Book Of Shadows! Your old broken glasses case can be used as a case for your portable altar! Dig around and see if there are extra candles you haven’t used in a while! Wash out and save those eggshells from your cooking to use as spell ingredients! It takes some creative thinking but you can reclaim pretty much anything for your craft!
*Look for Bargains!* For one thing prices can be outrageous for actual craft materials: like Crystals and Gems? Truly truly truly outrageous. So keep your eyes peeled for bargains and deals! Some of the best places to look for things on the cheap would be Dollar Stores, Flea Markets, Thrift Shops, Garage/Estate Sales! Most of the time in those places you can try haggling to get things at a cheaper price (or get more for less.) It really just depends on the place but you can find the most interesting assortments of things! Keep your eyes peeled in your general day to day life as well see if there are sales at your local grocery store for seed packets, seasonal items/holiday items (look for the sales afterwords to really save haha) The internet is a great place to look, i know Ebay has sellers who sell raw crystals/ crystal chunks by the pound. There’s also places to buy spices in bulk too .
*Don’t Compare Your Path to Others!* Your Path is Your Path, Their Path is Their Path. Being online and part of the witchy community in tumblr means that there are a lot of ideas being shared from people’s paths and their views on how they think magic should be practiced. What works for them might not work for you and vice versa. Only YOU can decide what is best for you and your path. and on that note:
*Figure Out What YOU Want Out of Your Path!* When you get some time, sit down and write out all the things you want to get from your path and think critically about how you want magic to work in your daily life. Do you want it to be Super Formal or more casual? perhaps a mix of the two? Test the waters! Try things once and if you don’t like it then you know and can move on to the things that work better for your lifestyle/craft/path! Some examples from my list that i can think of right now would be: -Better knowledge of Crystals/ Crystal remedies and their healing properties -Daily research -aka tumblr- -Appreciating Nature more (Whenever i go on walks with my dog i try to pick up some litter if/when i see it) -Daily Deity appreciation -aka deity aesthetic reblogs to @theemeraldgod & Pintrest-
Hey you got any... *looks around* *whispers* mafia au fics
*looks around* Yeah, I got the goods. *whips out a briefcase full of fanfiction*
Seriously, though, I freaking love this AU! Thanks for all these requests!
Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 45k (WIP) Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!
Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson, Mature, 28k (WIP) the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki. I haven’t stopped screaming since I read this, it’s so good!
Wine Colored Days Warmed by the Sun by Erushi, Mature, 4k The Mafia AU in which Victor’s an heir to the Russian mob, Yuuri just so happens to be visiting St. Petersburg, and there’s a hitman loose in the city. Great mafia one shot!
the death of a bachelor by exile_wrath, Teen, 9.1k (WIP) In which Victor is at the top of the (criminal) world, and ends up falling for the hot bartender that works at a Giacometti speakeasy. 1920s mafia AU! Thumbs up!
Caught by You by Ommmniii, Mature, 24k (WIP) Viktor Nikiforov is Russia’s number one Mafia boss and he fell hard for a common Japanese boy, Katsuki Yuuri. When their meeting was purely accidental, Viktor decides to make Yuuri a part of his life. Really good mafia AU!
Pet by Maiden_of_the_Moon, Teen, 3.8k “Of course,” he continues, low and horribly, gut-churningly soft, “our way of life is not conducive to raising fluffy, cuddly, friendly poodles. And so, Sir, when it came time for me to choose a new Viktor, I adopted the strongest, swiftest, and most brutal pet I could find.” Love this one!
Settle Down by artemisgrace, Explicit, 8.1k (WIP) Viktor Nikiforov was born into this life of violence and crime. He seeks an escape, some semblance of a normal life, and in a café on a Wednesday morning, he finds his shred of normality in the form of Yuuri Katsuki. Definitely recommend!
On Ice by littlemisslawyer, Teen, 9.5k (WIP) A skating accident leads Viktor Nikiforov, five time world champion and the current pakhan of the Blue Rose Mafia, to the hands of one very adorable doctor. I LIVE FOR THIS FIC!
Bloodied suits look better by emulikule, Mature, 41k (WIP) A conflict has been going on between the Russian and the Japanese mafia for quite some time now, but a new head of the Russian one decides it’s time to end it as the feud has only brought countless of losses for both sides. Bonus Otayuri!
酸素の海 by Alpacorn, Teen, 4.7k (WIP) Katsuki Yuuri has yet to land a Quad Axel. He’s been trying to land it for so many years ever since his 12th winter. His husband, his right hand man, his loyal dog, Viktor Nikiforov, is ready to give everything he’s got to make sure the leader of the Russian mafia gets the gold medal. Yuuri is the mafia boss in this and it gives me life
Caught in the Crossfire by cloudybreaths, Mature, 3.1k (WIP) Yuuri sits back in Victor’s chair, crossing his legs, and rests his cheek in his palm. Yuri stares at him, and there’s a shiver that goes down his spine. Yuuri’s eyes are dark and his face stone, as though he was the true leader of the number one mafia family in Russia. For a moment, Yuri almost believes it. SO GOOD OMG
Note: I do not include fics with graphic depictions of self harm, suicide, abuse, underage, non con, etc. in my fic recs. Please read my FAQ for more information on what I don’t include in my rec lists.
Summary: Requested by @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics:
For your fluff week, could you please write a Steve x reader fic where the reader breaks her arm or something during a mission so she has to stay in the tower to heal. After a while she gets really bored and glum so Steve takes her out to cheer her up? Maybe by taking her duck feeding or to the zoo or something.
Word Count: 3,254
A/N: One of my favorites ever. I hope you all enjoy <3
Stepping into the common room,
Steve couldn’t help the affectionate smile that bloomed on his lips. You were
sprawled on the couch, looking every part the most miserable person, groaning
at the roof, head pulled back on the armrest. Your broken arm was in a cast,
resting on your chest, the TV’s remote thrown on the floor right next to the
arm you had hanging off the sofa. The television was still on, but you weren’t
paying attention to it, and Steve suspected it was because you were bored.
He walked forward and cleared his
throat, letting you know he was there. That sound made you sit up and you spun
your head around until your eyes met. Steve grinned.
“Are you doing okay?”
You glowered. “No. I’m bored as all
hell and there’s nothing to do in this stupid place that doesn’t require both
of my hands.”
I am also a sucker for your top 10 worldbuilding posts so here's another one: top 10 times the media got some TMI on Victor and Yuuri's relationship (and does it include Victor drunkenly revealing they switch to tabloids and Chris' speech at the wedding about where they've done the nasty?)
The wedding was strictly family and friends only so Chris’
speech never got made public (Yuuri would have died if it did!) but there have
been several incidents where the media learned a lot more about Viktor and
Yuuri than they ever expected.
Top 10 Times The Media Got Some TMI On Victor and Yuuri’s Relationship:
10) Once - when Yuuri was competing in the Four Continents
and Viktor was on the side-lines to cheer him on - during the warm up Yuuri was
practicing his quad flip over and over to make sure he got it right while
Viktor was doing an interview at the side of the rink and the reporter sort of
offhandedly mentioned ‘oh, Katsuki has been doing jumps for a while now and he
doesn’t even look tired, I guess it must be true that he has really good
stamina’ and Viktor just went really dreamy eyed and said ‘yes’ while
completely ignoring the interviewer and gazing at Yuuri. And the reporter and
the camera man just ended up looking at each other like ‘should we finish the
interview or just let him keep daydreaming about his sex life?’
9) During the season after the end of chapter 14 Viktor’s
exhibition skate was the Stay Close To Me duet and afterwards one of the
reporters asked Yuuri ‘were you ever concerned about doing the lifts during the routine?
Were you sure Nikiforov was going to be able to hold your weight or were you
worried he might drop you?’. And Yuuri was just like ‘No, I had faith in him
and we already knew he could lift me up pretty easily anyway’ which he probably
would have gotten away with if he hadn’t proceeded to go bright red afterwards
when he realised what he’d said and everyone who watched it was like ‘we kind
of really want to know but at the same time we probably really don’t.’
8) After Viktor finally retired he was doing a joint
interview with Yuuri and one of the reporters asked him if he was concerned
about maintaining his physical condition now that he wasn’t competing anymore because
lots of athletes have a hard time adjusting once they stop such vigorous
training regimes. And Viktor was just like, ‘I’m sure it won’t be a problem, I’ll
still be getting some pretty intense regular exercise even if I’m not training
anymore’ and winked at Yuuri and Yuuri started blushing really badly while all
the reporters went into minor meltdowns
7) Once they ended up being caught by reporters a few days
after Viktor’s birthday when they were out taking the dogs for a walk and it
was mostly fine but one of the reporters asked Yuuri what he had given Viktor
as a birthday present and they both went bright red and Yuuri sort of mumbled a
hurried and fake sounding answer that probably wasn’t even in English and
practically sprinted off. No-one ever found out exactly what Viktor’s ‘present’
was but there was a lot of speculation and the general consensus became that
Yuuri Katsuki was probably a lot kinkier than anyone ever expected and Viktor
Nikiforov was a very lucky guy.
6) This one came in a series of tweets from a fan who was in
an upmarket hotel bar which basically consisted of, ‘oh my god Viktor Nikiforov
is in the same bar as I am what should I do?’ ‘He’s sitting alone do you think
I should go and talk to him? Would it be weird to ask for his autograph?’ ‘I
wonder why Katsuki isn’t with him, it’s the off season I thought they’d be
together’ ‘Oh my god I just noticed he isn’t wearing his ring what does this
mean?’ ‘He just started to talk to a guy who sat down next to him and he’s
being really flirty oh my god.’ ‘Is Viktor Nikiforov having an affair????’ ‘Help,
red alert I’ve just seen Viktor Nikiforov in a bar chatting up some random guy
without his ring on what do I do?’ ‘Oh wait a minute the guy he was talking to
just turned around and it turns out it was actually Katsuki after all. Panic
over.’ ‘Wait a minute Katsuki isn’t wearing his ring either, they can’t have
both lost them at the same time can they?’ ‘They’re acting really weirdly
though and they’re dressed differently too I’m confused but I don’t want to interrupt’
*several minutes pause* ‘Well something I definitely didn’t expect to happen
tonight was finding out that Katsuki and Nikiforov are apparently into role
play but you learn something new every day.’
5) After being apart for a long time during the skating
season they finally reunited at an airport and it was all very dramatic and
Viktor ended up kissing Yuuri really passionately for a really long time. And
when they broke away Yuuri was like ‘that reminded me of our first kiss, after
the competition in Saitama.’ And Viktor was like ‘I did a lot more than just kiss
you then solnyshko’ being all sly and flirty and then they both sort of froze
as they realised that A) they were in a very public airport which is not a good
place to be heavily flirting even if you have been apart for several months and
B ) Several people were not so discreetly filming them. And that was how the
world learned exactly when and where Viktor and Yuuri got it on for the first
4) During the
four continents after they first got together Viktor ended up doing the thing
in he did in the anime where he tied Yuuri’s laces and kissed his skates while
being there to support him. And at that point their public relationship was
still only a few months old so while the reaction was mainly positive there
were still some assholes who were salty about the whole thing including one trashy
tabloid reporter who cornered Yuuri after his skate who was obviously a die-hard
Viktor fan and didn’t like him or their relationship at all. And while Yuuri is
usually quiet and shy and likes to keep as much about their relationship
private as he can because he doesn’t want the world butting in, he also is
absolutely savage when he wants to be and after going through so much to
finally get together with Viktor he is not willing to take any shit from
anyone. So the reporter was being really bitchy and asking questions like ‘don’t
you think it’s a bit degrading to make Viktor Nikiforov get down on his knees
for you?’ and Yuuri just really calmly said ‘not really, he likes it too much’,
smiled and walked away. The video clip of it happening has several million
3) At one point Viktor and Yuuri were on the beach at
Hasetsu and Viktor took a picture of Yuuri in his boxers (they had forgotten
their swimming stuff but got too hot and went to cool off in the sea) and
nothing else while laughing on the beach. And while 99.9% of the comments were
all along the lines of ‘goddamn’, ‘please step on me’ and ‘Yuuri Katsuki with his
shirt off is a gift to humanity’ there were a couple off assholes who were
commenting on the stretch marks on Yuuri’s thighs. Because he was a naturally
chubby kid with a lot of puppy fat and went from that to a lean athletic
teenager in a very short space of time so he has them although they’re not that
noticeable. And Viktor doesn’t usually care when people are rude to him online
because there are always a few shitty people out there but it really pisses him
off when someone insults Yuuri. So when someone tweeted him like ‘you’re really
hot, why do you bother with someone with ugly stretch marks like Katsuki?’ he responds
with ‘I love every part of my boyfriend including his marks. I especially like
to kiss them every night when his thighs are wrapped round my head.’ which
pretty much shut all the haters up there and then. Yuuri hit him with a pillow
for it afterwards but he was secretly kind of pleased.
2) The day after one of the major competitions Yuuri was
giving an interview and the interviewer asked ‘now that the competition is over
has the tiredness set in yet and are you ready to go home or are you still
riding high on the adrenaline from last night?’ and Chris, who happened to be
walking past at that moment, was just like ‘well he was certainly riding
something last night but it wasn’t the adrenaline.’ Yuuri’s expression after he
said it became a popular reaction picture for when someone looks like they
physically want to die of embarrassment.
1) The incident I mentioned in a previous ask where a tipsy
Viktor ends up getting interviewed by a tabloid reporter when his tongue is
looser than usual so when she asks ‘are you the top or the bottom in your
relationship’ aka the question everyone else wanted to ask but was way too
polite and respectful to, he just winked and said ‘why pick just one.’ And that
was how the world found out that Viktor and Yuuri switch.
Pairing: Jughead x reader Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty. Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh THIS HAS 4,274 WORDS AND IT TOOK ME FOUR DAYS CAN YOU BELIEVE —————————
I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning. When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.
That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me. When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.
Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.
I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time. I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.
Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.
I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.
“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.
“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.
“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.
“What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.
Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand. “Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.
“Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.
“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.
“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.
“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.
"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.
It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.
“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “
“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.
I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.
“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.
“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.
“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “
“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”
“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.
“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.
“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.
“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.
“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.
“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.
“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”
“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere
Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.
“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door. ——————————————————– “Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “
“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.
The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.
“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.
“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers. After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time
I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.
“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.
“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.
“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.
“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away
“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.
“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “
“Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “
My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.
“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.
“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “
“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.
“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “
“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”
“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”
“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.
“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”
“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.
“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away. ————————————————– I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.
I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.
I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.
“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.
“I like it up here.” I defended.
“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.
“No.” I protested.
“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.
“Ok, that’s fair.”
“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.
“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.
“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.
“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.
“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.
“Whatever, I’m going home- “
“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.
“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.
“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.
“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”
“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.
“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.
“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.
“I’m in love with you.”
“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.
Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck. —————————————————– “I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.
“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.
“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes. Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.
“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.
“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.
“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.
“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.
“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.
“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.
“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.
“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.
“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.
Never afraid to speak and/or draw her mind, Los Angeles based artist and illustrator, Hellen Jo and her characters can be described as rough, vulgar, tough, jaded, powerful, bratty and bad-ass - AKA her own brand of femininity. Known for her comic Jin & Jam, and her work as an illustrator and storyboard artist for shows such as Steven Universe and Regular Show, Hellen’s rebellious, and sometimes grotesque artwork and illustrations are redefining Asian American women and women of color in comics. In fact, that’s why Hellen Jo was a must-interviewee for our latest Sketchy Behavior where we talk to her about her love of comics and zines, her antiheroines, and redefining what Asian American women identity is or can be; and what her ultimate dream project realized would be.
dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??
This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.
There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.
Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”
“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.
Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.
There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N
hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people
walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at
her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try
and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a
talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people
edged her on she got upset.
For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how
his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a
whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away
from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would
love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready
She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and
frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her
toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she
didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.
“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life
with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks
down the hallway of her apartment complex.
Prompt: Can you do a batsis imagine where she knows she’s going to die and she’s says her goodbyes and everyone thinks she’s just being sentimental and don’t take her seriously and are ‘ok, love you’. Until she’s actually dead do they realise that she knew she was going to die please? Thanks
Requested by: ANON
AN: Last week’s session produced some really angsty prompts, so enjoy.
“Alfred, you make the best cookies.”
The older man smiles, “A high compliment coming from you, Miss Wayne.”
You smile and rest your head on the counter. You take in the sounds of Alfred’s cooking and the smell of food. The combination makes you feel safe. It reminds you of good times.
Cracking your eyes open, you find Alfred smiling at you. You smile back and say, “I love you Alfred. You know that, right?”
“Always, Miss Wayne. Always.”
You focus on the screen, determined to beat Tim into the ground. Sure enough, your car comes in first. You jump up and do a ridiculous victory dance before typing your name into the winner’s spot. Tim stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You stare back for a moment, before grabbing a pillow and whacking him in the head.
It turns into an all out pillow fight. By the time you’re done, you’re both lying on the floor surrounded by feathers. You grin as Tim sneezes. Smiling you say, “I love you Tim, you know that, right?”
He stares at you for a minute, “I figured that out the first time you let me win at Mario Kart.” You just smile.
You cling to Jason for dear life. You try to bury your head under the blanket, but the sound still gets through. Jason wraps an arm around your shoulders, “I don’t know why you put yourself through these movies.”
You peek out from under the blanket, and find the television screen gore free, “‘Cause you love these horrible things.”
He smiles, “Are you sure Bruce is your dad? You hate violence, gore, and anything remotely scary.”
You smile, “He’s my dad, just like you’re my brother.”
He smiles at you, “And you’re my little sister.” He pulls you close as another scary scene comes up.
You bury your face in his shoulder and say, “I love you Jason.”
“I love you too squirt.”
“This gelato is amazing.”
Dick smiles at you, “Told you Blüdhaven isn’t that bad.”
You roll your eyes, “It’s too far away.”
“It’s thirty minutes away.”
“Still too far.”
“Anything outside the manor is too far for you.”
“Which is why you should move home.”
You both grin at each other, knowing that it won’t happen. Dick’s been gone for two years now, and as much as you miss him, you cherish these brother-sister days. He wraps you in a hug, careful of your gelato, “You’re welcome to come and visit anytime.”
“Even if Barbara is over?” He hesitates, “What about Kori?”
“Oh, how about Zee?”
He squeezes you tight before letting go, “You are welcome anytime.”
You sigh, “I love you Dick, you know that right?”
“I know, baby sister. Forever and always.”
You lean back in your seat and watch as your younger brother shifts gears, “I think you’re a fine driver.”
“I’m better than you.”
“A dog is better than me.” Damian smiles.
“So what’s with sneaking out the Batmobile?”
You shrug, “I like the looks on the bad guys’ faces as we drive by.”
“Father will be mad if he finds out.”
“He’s off world. He won’t find out.”
“As long as we stay away from the martians.” Damian adds.
You nod, “As long as we stay away from the martians.”
There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I love you, Dami.”
“I love you too.”
You nod, “Good, then open this baby up, and let’s see what she can do!”
You wait for him to come in. You’re lying on the couch, draped in a blanket. He stares at you from the doorway, he looks at you as though he doesn’t know you. When you try to sit up, he motions you down. He walks over to you, and sits down next to you.
You sit up enough that you can snuggle into his side. He strokes your hair for a moment, before he says, “You should have contacted me.”
“You were off world.”
“There are ways and you’re…”
“Dying? Yep. Have been for over three months apparently.”
“And there’s nothing?”
You look up at your dad, “It’s too far gone. Nothing they can do. I checked. Double and triple checked.”
“I would have come home. I would have spent time with you.”
You smile up at him, “A lot of people would have died if you’d done that. Plus it gave me a chance to say goodbye to my brothers.”
“Do they know?”
You shake your head, “Nope. I don’t want them to.”
He nods, and pulls you closer, “We can’t escape death.” He still doesn’t say anything.
“Be grateful, daddy.”
“How the hell can I be grateful when you’re…?”
You smile, “We get to say goodbye. I’m sorry that I have to leave you behind. I know you hate that, but… we get closure.”
You nod, “You get to know that I’m not scared. That I’m leaving a lot of pain behind. You get to know that I love you. You get to hear it.”
You feel tears drip onto your face, and you reach up to wipe a few off your father’s face, “I love you, daddy.”
‘ all i want to do is kiss you breathless & watch as your eyes light up when i tell you that you’re my universe. ’ ‘ concept: just you & me, driving away from the city. the windows are down & the cold air feels amazing. our songs are playing & we couldn’t be more in love. ’ ‘ concept: we are together & nothing in the world can bring us down. ’ ‘ concept: we listen to showtunes in bed while we eat chinese food under a blanket. ’ ‘ even when i’m not thinking about you, i’m still kinda thinking about you. ’ ‘ every time we talk, every time we touch, i feel more & more in love with you. ’ ‘ everything – every single thing – reminds me of you. ’ ‘ hearing ‘ i love you ’ from your side of the bed late at night makes my heart feel like it’s bursting with tiny, happy spring flowers. ’ ‘ i can’t stop kissing you & i can’t stop thinking about kissing you. ’ ‘ i can’t stop thinking about you. i just want to kiss you, again & again & again & again. ’ ‘ i can’t wait for the next time i get to kiss you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to have hundreds of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to raise a dog with you. ’ ‘ i can’t wait to see you again. it’s only a matter of time before we embrace & i feel at home once more. ’ ‘ i can’t wait until we’re in the same country, in the same city, in the same bed & under the same blanket. ’ ‘ i daydream about how your fingers would feel if they were intertwined with mine right now. ’ ‘ i didn’t believe in soulmates until i met you. ’ ‘ i don’t want better. i want you. ’ ‘ i feel like i could lie wrapped in your arms, staring at the sky for centuries & need nothing else. ’ ‘ i had a dream that we kissed last night. ’ ‘ i just need to be in a meadow right now on a warm day, with you, the smell of grass & flowers around us. ’ ‘ i just want to be sitting in the sun with you, not knowing whether the warmth i feel is the pleasant sun or your soft smile warming my heart. ’ ‘ i just want to make gingerbread houses with you around christmas. ’ ‘ i just want to wake up in your arms every day. ’ ‘ i just want you close to me. ’ ‘ i just want you to sleep well & be happy. ’ ‘ i love everything about you. ’ ‘ i love how our legs feel entangled with each other. i crave that feeling. ’ ‘ i miss you all the time. i’m never sure how i feel, but i know i always want you around. ’ ‘ i miss your soft touch against my skin. ’ ‘ i need your arms & legs around me, surrounded by your warmth, holding me tight, with no intention of letting me go. ’ ‘ i often wake up thinking about you. ’ ‘ i stay up until 11:11 every night just to wish you were here with me. ’ ‘ i think you’re my favorite person in the world right now. ’ ‘ i want nothing but to make good memories with you. ’ ‘ i want to be your past, present, & future. ’ ‘ i want to dance with you while you sing all your favorite songs, looking lovingly into my eyes & meaning every beautiful lyric you sing to me. ’ ‘ i want to fill a hundred photo albums with memories of adventures with you. ’ ‘ i want to kiss every single spot on your body that you’re insecure of. ’ ‘ i want to kiss you each morning & each night. ’ ‘ i want to laugh with you & hold your cold hands. ’ ‘ i want to make a home with you. the kind of home that lets you feel the love inside of it when you walk in. it’ll be a safe place for us & the people we let into it. ’ ‘ i want to make chocolate mousse with you & then we can eat it together. ’ ‘ i want to see a whole world of different sunsets with you. ’ ‘ i want to take a walk in the snow with you. ’ ‘ i want us to share all of our excitement together. ’ ‘ i want you to kiss me & hold me close while telling me everything is going to be okay. ’ ‘ i wish you’d just kiss me. ’ ‘ i would rather listen to your silence when i’m with you than any kind of music on this world. ’ ‘ if i could gather all the stars in the sky & give them to you i would ’ ‘ if there’s a day where i don’t tell you i love you, there’s a day i’m not living. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a king. ’ ‘ in my eyes, you’re a queen. ’ ‘ it’s been years now. despite everything, we are alive & we are together & we are okay. ’ ‘ i’d love to snuggle up to you when you want affection most. ’ ‘ i’m happy you exist. ’ ‘ i’m so blessed to have met you. you’ve already got me longing to be in your company constantly. ’ ‘ i’m so glad i keep you in my life. your eyes, your hugs, you lips, your words, & your smile keep me going every day. ’ ‘ just the sight of your beautiful smile or the way you say hello is enough to make even my darkest days a little brighter. ’ ‘ just you in my harms, laying on my chest; it’s just us being us & i think we are simply meant to be. ’ ‘ lay on your stomach as i give you sweet kisses on your back & neck while i’m feeling your love tingling in my body. ’ ‘ let’s fight the right wingers & make the world a better place. ’ ‘ let’s go somewhere quiet & just be together. ’ ‘ let’s see everything together… the whole world. ’ ‘ let’s sit in the forest together, the particles in the air reflecting sunlight reminding me of the brightness in your eyes. ’ ‘ my love for you makes me want to be strong for you. ’ ‘ now i know the meaning of ‘ i wouldn’t change you for the world. ’ ’ ‘ now i understand why all my other relationships didn’t work out: i am meant to be with you. ’ ‘ now it’s back to counting down the days until i get to feel free again, until i get to be in your arms again, until i get to see your radiance face-to-face again. ’ ‘ nowhere feels as safe as being in your arms. ’ ‘ one day i won’t be scared to say i love you. ’ ‘ one day we’ll do everything we dream about together. ’ ‘ seeing your eyes in the morning sunlight & feeling the warmth of your gaze brings upon me makes me realize i’m in love. ’ ‘ tell me about the things you’re passionate about. tell me every detail about your favorite things. i don’t care if it takes all day, i love you & i love to hear you be happy & excited about things. ’ ‘ the thought of your voice & the softness of your smile keeps me going when we can’t be together. i hope you understand you’ve given me a lot of faith & happiness when i thought it’d be impossible, when i thought i didn’t deserve it. ’ ‘ the way you look at me makes me feel like i’m the most beautiful goddess in the universe. ’ ‘ there’s nothing i want more than to stay under blankets with you & curl up in your lap. ’ ‘ thinking of you makes me think that maybe it’ll all be okay. ’ ‘ we’ll celebrate holidays together & make our own traditions. ’ ‘ when i think about you my heart feels funny. ’ ‘ when i’m with you, i get a feeling like coming home after a long time away. ’ ‘ whether you’re blossoming or struggling, i’ll stay with you. i’ll keep on loving you. ’ ‘ you are endlessly, implausibly fascinating. ’ ‘ you are like hot chocolate, you make my insides warm. ’ ‘ you are more beautiful than my favorite songs. ’ ‘ you fascinate me. ’ ‘ you make me feel safe. ’ ‘ you make me feel how i never thought i could. ’ ‘ you make me understand lyrics to cheesy love songs. ’ ‘ you make my heart feel light as a feather yet heavy as bricks all at once. ’ ‘ you, my dear, have the voice of an angel. ’ ‘ your ‘ i love you ’ has turned into my favorite lullaby. ’ ‘ your arms are home to me. ’ ‘ your eyes make me think about stormy skies in a different way, your smile makes me blush just thinking about it & i think i am totally in love with you. ’ ‘ your hands are my favorite hands to touch & to hold. ’ ‘ your hands are so warm & your hair is so soft & i want to touch you forever & ever. ’ ‘ your love for me reminds me to love myself. ’ ‘ your smile is the most beautiful sight on this earth. ’ ‘ you’re the highlight of my day. ’ ‘ you’re the only person who can make me feel this way. ’
Hey everyone!! I’m finally posting my Dralentine’s day fanart/fanfic
@drvcopotter got this (hello!!) hope you liked it! *hides shyly*
‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’
'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.
The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.
’We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.
Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.
Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.
'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.
'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.
'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.
'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’
Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.
'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’
It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.
A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.
'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.
After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.
Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.
'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.
The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.
’Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?
'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.
'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.
'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.
'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.
They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.
'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay’
’’m not a dog, Potter’
Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.
Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.
Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-
Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.
He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.
'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.
'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.
'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.
Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.
'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.
'I wanna try it’
'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.
'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.
'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.
Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.
It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly. Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.
'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.
'Look there, and…’
The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.
'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.
'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.
'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.
Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.
Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.
Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.
It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.
They parted, eyes still closed.
‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.
Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’
‘Did you forget we live together?’
‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’
Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.
Summary: After returning to New York, Tony is greeted with surprising news that has potential to change his life.
A/N: another one from draft-purgatory. lol i’ve never written for tony stark, and i i struggle to capture his swaggering tone. however, but i thought it would be fun to write for a slightly softer tony stark.
His elbows resting on the metal railing surrounding the large helicopter landing pad, Tony Stark skims his eyes over the beautiful aerial view of Manhattan. A relaxed smile perks onto his lips as the familiar clamor of the concrete jungle sinks in. “It’s good to be back,” he hums to himself, taking in the majestic view carved around the Avengers Tower.
After rapping his knuckles against the metal railing, Tony saunters down the glass walkway leading into the tower, the eery silence reminding him that everyone is on a mission. He’s about to greet F.R.I.D.A.Y. when a smile enters his view, one that he isn’t expecting.
She sits on the counter of the bar, her legs elegantly crossed despite the restrictive nature of her pencil skirt. The sunlight streams into the room through the glass windows, creating a natural glow about her. A coy smile perks onto her lips as Tony’s drinks her in, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth as his eyes dance up her legs and body. She’s the most alluring girl he’d ever seen -he’d thought so two years ago when they first met, and he still thinks so now- and it’s one of the many reasons why he’s infatuated with her.
“I thought I told you not to wait for me,” He grins, glad that she ignored his request.
“I couldn’t wait until dinner, and I wanted to be here when you arrived. Is that such a crime?” (Y/N) hops off the counter and saunters towards him. She cups his cheek in a way that makes Tony feel like he’s the only person in the world.
“Well, counselor, I recommend -” His words are cut off as (Y/N) yanks the lapels of his jacket to bring his face towards her for a kiss. Tony laughs against her lips, but the laugh quickly gets drowned out by a rough growl as she lightly bites his lower lip. A smile creeps in around the edges of her kiss as she slides her hands down his muscular back. A nip of teeth, a glide of tongue, and she easily has him under her spell.
It’s only a matter of time when the need for oxygen brings the kiss to an end. Tony gently knocks his forehead against (Y/N)’s. “Remind me to always bring up a counterargument, because baby, I could get used to that,” he drawls.
(Y/N) laughs, a devilish glint lighting up her eyes. “Welcome back to New York, Mr. Stark. It’s been a while.” Her hand dangerously inch south as she brings his ear to her lips. “That was a little preview of what’s going to happen tonight.”
He feigns exasperation as (Y/N) playfully smacks his ass but twirls out of his arms before he can do anything. A low noise escapes his throat as she shoots him a sexy smile over her shoulder while kicking off her “ball-busting stilettos”, as she calls them.
Tony leans against the wall and watches (Y/N)’s shadow dance in the glow of the sun. Two years into the relationship, and he still gets butterflies. His fun, beautiful girlfriend, the skyline of the most magical city in America, wonderful weather - his life is perfect and Tony wishes it would stay this way for a long time.
“As much as I love pencil skirts, I need to change,” (Y/N) announces. “I have workout pants in my bag, but could I borrow a shirt or sweater?”
“Baby, at this point, you’ve stolen over half of my comfortable clothes. Why do you even bother asking?”
(Y/N) smirks and plants a kiss on his cheek before sashaying towards the door of Tony’s private apartment. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. “T, I have something to tell you.“
"Mmhmm,” Tony hums, pulling out his phone from his pocket.
“I probably should have told you, but I was kind of scared of how you would react. I thought it would be wise to tell you when you were back in New York.” She hesitates for a bit, her fingertips drumming against the doorframe. “Promise not to freak?” she asks, a slightly icy look glazing her eyes.
A small alarm rings in his head, but Tony maintains a calm expression. “I promise. Did you max out my credit card?” he jokes.
(Y/N) rolls her eyes but relaxes a bit, which pleases Tony. “No, and I never will.”
“My wallet thanks you, baby. But what’s up?”
“Tony.” She swallows. “How do you feel about becoming a dad?”