so here’s the thing: n o n e of this was planned. it was amazing, hilarious, ridiculous kismet.
mango’s had his birthday recently, and so i brought his birthday present with me to phxcon. part of the present was a pair of jensen’s underbears (i think the text i sent mango right after jib was, “we’re close enough that it’s not weird if i buy u underwear right????”) bc i thought that was hilarious from jib and mango is a huge jensen fan and dean!boy. so the original joke was just that mango could have the bear underwear. i also got him a second pair in orange, bc orange is his fav colour. this was as far as i thought this would go.
so i get into phoenix thursday night and give mango his present. we didn’t know there were cockles photo ops until friday afternoon when we saw hard tickets for sale. i distinctly remember being bummed that my hometown con had cockles photo ops for sale online but phxcon, the one i was actually going to, did not. but obviously once i saw they were available, like. THERE WAS ONLY ONE CHOICE. so after deciding it was completely financially irresponsible when we have no money, i bought the op.
i can’t remember when it occurred to us that we had both the underbears and a pair of lucky orange underwear for misha in our hotel room. we wanted to do something fun and funny for the op, and cracked ourselves up at the idea. but we were also aware that it could be, you know, kind of sort of maybe intensely uncomfortable to be like (a) i know what underwear u were wearing and (b) here i brought pairs of them for you to further laugh over. i have a T E R R I B L E akdslkjkas embarrassment squick, so we didn’t want to do anything that made us uncomfortable, and we definitely didn’t want to do anything that would make misha or jensen uncomfortable. we wanted them to have fun with us and play around with us.
we ran our idea passed our roomie, who has some good con experience, to see if she thought it would fly or not. we agreed on judging our plan based on their mood on the day and asking them if they felt comfortable enough to do it was the best course of action, with a back-up plan ready to go immediately just in case, so j+m knew we were serious that they could totally pass on it if it was weird. CONSENT AND SAFE SPACE. we were hella concerned about this.
Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough.
Word Count: 1100+
Munch. Munch. Munch.
You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.
Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.
The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.
I used to write at night like really late at night but since I discovered that night time is meant for sleeping and I started using it for that, I write usually during afternoons or evenings or while the night is still young.
Where do you write?
On a bed. Anyone’s for that matter and not necessarily my own.
How often do you write a new thing?
As often as I want to.
Do you listen to music while you write?
I like to concentrate while writing, so, nope.
Paper or laptop?
My love and I have a connection which makes it easier for words to flow, so it’s always my dear laptop.
Do you have a special pre-writing ritual?
Yeah like, umm…, oh wait, no I don’t.
What do you do to get into the writing?
It just happens, I guess.
Do you have a reward system for word counts?
Before this question, I‘ve never even thought about word count.
Is there anything else about your writing process your readers don’t know about?
I use a secret word processor which the world does not know about yet but you know what I’ll reveal the secret today. It’s called MS Word.
Now I think they know everything.
Tagging everyone who would like to do this. Please do tag me if you do this, I’d love to read your answers :)
So I want to talk about Cas and food/drink (especially drinks) in season 12. There have been a lot of moments in the seven episodes he’s been in so far that clearly show Cas not eating/drinking (which, yes I know he doesn’t have to, but wait till you see how much this has popped up so far ).
So in 12.01 Keep Calm and Carry On the scene we get is Cas bringing coffee to Mary and Dean at a roadside cafe and then the three of them at that table–Castiel being the only one without a drink–the spot in front of him empty.
In 12.02 Mamma Mia the scene we get is a sort of family dinner with beer and pie at the Map Table in the bunker. Cas is completely absent (at least from the room, possibly from the bunker all together for reasons). Full disclosure: I haven’t seen these two episodes as recently and they’re currently off CW’s website–let me know if I forgot things!!
Request: This is a request from an anonymous fan, “I dont know of you do things about T'Challa but if you do can you do a smutty/ fluffy thing about him and his girl doesn’t think he does Valentines Day and it’s their first one together so she wants to surprise him in lace or lingerie when he comes home but he ends up surprising her as well by coming home early and with a date night and it ends in smut/ fluff.”
Authors Note: I do do a little bit of T’Challa and here it is, all smutty and fluffy for Vday. I’m also halfway in on a magnum of wine so if there are errors, I’m sorry, I tried to edit haha. Hope you like it anon! Please let me know, Happy Valentines day my love.
Feel free to submit prompts or requests for drabbles and one shots!
You look at yourself in the mirror, admiring the way the black lace hugs your every curve, the soft lace causing goose bumps to rise on your skin as you cock your hips back and forth, appreciating your own figure.
“Perfect” you sneer as you lean forward to blow a kiss to the mirror, your scarlet lips looking deliciously full. You hear the beep of the oven and quickly snag your robe from the vanity chair as you race out the room, your heels causing you to slow up before stepping down the small flight of stairs between the bedroom and kitchen.
You pull out the two steaks from the oven and turn them over, placing them back in as you quickly turn off the stove underneath the potatoes. This was your first valentine’s day with T’Challa since you two had started dating and you wanted to make it special.
He had been working round the clock the past 2 weeks and you had barely spoken to him, let alone seen him. But tonight, he would be landing at the airport in a few minutes and home in an hour.
You moved to the fridge to get the heavy whipping cream to make the mash potatoes, you bent low, your short robe riding up to show off your perfect ass, barely covered by the sparse lace fabric.
You reach for the cream as you hear a loud thump behind you. You straighten up rapidly, whipping round as you accidentally drop the cream, cursing as it splatters all over the floor splashing up onto your exposed legs and robe.
“T’Challa!” You sputter in surprise, your eyes falling on your beautiful boyfriend, his suitcase firmly landing on the floor, his jaw pulled down with it. “I… I thought you were… You’re early!” You speak quickly, your heels clicking across the tile floor as you move to get paper towel.
T’Challa watches you his jaw slowly closing as his lips pull together, his tongue dragging softly across them as he watches the short hem of your robe graze against your upper thigh, his mind racing with the peak he just got of what was underneath.
You pull a bunch of paper towels as T’Challa moves forward, sliding to his knees as he takes the towels out of your hands and begins cleaning, shaking his head silently as you move to help. “A washcloth,” He mutters, motioning towards the sink, “Get a warm washcloth.”
You allow him to clean up the splattered cream on the floor as you move to the sink, pulling a dish towel and wetting it with warm water. You turn quickly, stumbling slightly as you find T’Challa standing right in front of you, his hand moving quickly to your hair as his fingers tense against your scalp, his lips meeting yours in a breathtaking kiss.
He pulls away slowly, pulling on your lower lip with his teeth as his hand glides up your arm to pull the washcloth from your hand. His lips move persistently, tracing down your neck, nipping gently at your jawline before moving down to your chest.
Your hand grips gently against his hair egging him onward, you allow his hips to push you backwards against the sink, a soft moan escaping from your lips as his hand slides from your hair down your torso, coming to rest in a firm grip on your ass.
His lips move downwards, trailing between your breasts as he kneels, before you, undoing the tie of your robe and pushing the silk fabric to the side.
He leans back onto his heels, his hand digging into your ass as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad appearance. You blush slightly under his gaze, as he smirks up to you. “My love, sweetness of my life… What a beauty you are.” He speaks in a low gravelly voice, his pupils blown wide with lust as he moves his hand down to your feet, using the washcloth to clean the splattered cream from your shoes.
His hand glides tenderly over your skin, wiping the cream from your soft legs, his other hand sliding down your thigh, his gentle fingers grazing the inside of your thigh, causing a heat to pulse in between your legs at his touch, as your head swims slightly.
His breath ghosts across your skin as he whispers, his lips tracing delicately up your legs, “I had thought to come home and surprise you… I had made reservations for dinner…” His eyes flash up to you as he kneels in front of you, “If it’s quite alright with you…” his lips press along the inside of your thigh, leaving light kisses across the inside of your hips.
“I think we might let those reservations go…” He growls, his hot breath penetrating the lace fabric and making your clit throb with wanting. You moan as you twist before him, opening your legs, begging him to cease his teasing.
He smirks up at you, as you nod feverishly, agreeing to his suggestion. Without hesitation T’Challa responds, his hands moving feverishly to the top of your panties, pulling them fervently down your hips, helping you to step quickly out of them as he pushes your hips back against the counter, gripping your thigh to pull your leg upwards, resting it on his shoulder, opening your core to him.
You gasp as his tongue makes contact with your clit, his face burrowing against your core, eliciting deep moans to pull from you at his contact. Your hips buck forward gently, egging his tongue to continue its divine work as your skin electrifies beneath his touch.
His hand slides back up to grip your ass, holding you steady against his mouth as he quickens his movements, his mouth moving against you as your breathing speeds up. His other hand slides up between your legs, skirting underneath his jaw to aid his tongue, his fingers slipping swiftly into your wet slit.
You moan headily at the contact, his fingers curling perfectly in exactly the way you needed, his tongue complimenting every thrust and twitch of his digits as you thrust against him.
Within moments he has your head rolling back as your orgasm tips over the edge, your leg beginning to buckle beneath you as most of your weight falls onto your arms, your hands fervently clutching the counter as T’Challa’s hands grip onto your hips, helping you to sink down to your knees in front of him.
“I… I need to lie down.” You gasp, your head still reeling from your orgasm. He laughs softly, his arms wrapping lovingly around you as his lips kiss gently along your forehead and down the side of your face to you lips.
He softly pulls you down to the ground beside him, bringing you to rest against him on the kitchen floor, the cold tile feeling refreshing against your hot skin as your breathing begins to steady.
You smile stupidly, his fingers tracing up and down your back, causing goose bumps to erupt once more on your skin as you curl into his neck, peppering him gently with kisses. “Happy Valentine’s day darling, I’m so glad you came home early.” You whisper, giggling slightly as your lips trace a gentle line along his collar.
“If I had known this is what I’d be coming home to, I would have been home yesterday.” He smirks down at you his lips kissing your forehead gently, as you smile and curl into him more. “Well I’m glad you’re home now” You smile wildly as his arms wrap tighter around you, his hips rolling gently as he positions himself on top of you, his lips making contact with yours once more.
“I am… and I can’t wait to spend this entire night worshipping every last inch of you.” He whispers, his lips brushing against your ear as his hot breath causes another shiver to roll down your spine. “I can hardly wait… this is already a perfect valentine’s day!” You smile, your fingers flitting softly along his neck, pulling him back up to your lips once more.
“Oh my love… it is only going to get better.” He growls, as he kneels up in front of you, his hand pulling roughly at his belt, as he stares down at you, pupils blown wide with lust, “Just you wait.”
Warnings: eye headaches, fluffy dean, caring dean, pain, that’s about it I guess.
Request: Can you do a Dean imagine where he takes care of his girlfriend who gets eye headaches? This happens to me all the time and the one I’m getting over was bad enough to make me cry for almost a half hour.
Author’s Note: So I might post twice a day, sometimes once if I’m working. I have a lot of fics already written. I am just waiting for them to be posted. Please, if you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite!
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“Oh no, not this shit again.” You muttered as you
got out of the bed carefully. You didn’t want to wake Dean up in the middle of
the night. He just came back from a nasty ass hunt and you didn’t want to
disturb him at all.
You crept out of the room and to the bathroom where your
medicine was. This kind of shit happened all the time. You would get eye
headaches which sounds a lot worse than you think. It is a lot worse than it
sounds. You didn’t get them all the time but when you did, holy fucking hell, were
you in so much pain.
Dean didn’t really know you had them because you would get
them when either he wasn’t around or they weren’t that bad for you to show any
pain. But you always knew when they would start and one would start right now.
You treaded into the bathroom and turned on the light. Groaning,
you turned them back off. Light wasn’t good for your eyes and that means you
would have to find your medicine in the dark. Light and loud noises would make your
eyes throb and just make it worse.
You bumped into the counter because you couldn’t see a damn
thing. The Bunker had no windows whatsoever so it was pith black, you couldn’t
even see your hand in front of your face. You reached blindly out in front of
you and slapped the mirror. You traced along it’s edges until you grasped the
end of it and pulling it open.
There wasn’t a lot of stuff in there and only one pill
bottle so you ran your hands on the shelves until you felt the familiar pill
bottle. When you grabbed it, you cursed very loudly and threw it across the
room. It was empty. God fucking dammit. You grasped the counter and hunched
over it, closing your eyes tightly. The pain wasn’t that bad but you knew it
would get worse.
OKAY SORRY FOR THE LONG POST BUT I HAD TO POST THE ENTIRE THING.
WOW IT FINALLY HAPPENED AND THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT THIS SEQUENCE THAT IS NOT GREAT AND HILARIOUS.
1. It started out as a fist bump and Hak was all ~i’ll wait for u~ then Yona was like “no this needs to be a kiss”
2. Yona initiated it because of course she fucking did Hak was never going to
3. she broke him. he just stood there staring off into space and she was like “WELL. BYE.” and only says “..wait” after she already left.
4. Then he starting spinning around in circles repeating “THIS IS WEIRD” and imitates the fucking squirrel? WHY? WHY MAKE SQUIRREL NOISES? oh my god Hak.
5. He asks if he’s dead and has to be assured he is not. also that everyone is just witnessing this extreme complete turmoil and kinda bored about it.
6. I was so joking in my tags that Hak was really upset Yona wasn’t more dramatic about giving away the hairpin because he would have been. but. no that’s canon now. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOING ALL THIS SHIT CASUALLY. WHERE IS THE DRAMA.”
7. “YOU DUMMY” jesus christ. He “baka-d” her. wow Hak.
8. “I NEED TO STOP BEING SURPRISED AT EVERYTHING SHE DOES IT NEVER ENDS.THIS IS BAD FOR MY HEALTH” I appreciate this level of self awareness.
9. Meanwhile Yona being like FUCK I FUCKED UP. HE JUST LOOKED SO SAD. I WANTED TO REASSURE HIM I’D COME BACK FROM THE WAR. BUT THAT WASN’T COOL! YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT OUT OF NOWHERE! WHY DID I DO THAT. HE DIDN’T LIKE IT EITHER HE JERKED AWAY. FUCK.
10. Yona: OKAY WHATEVER TABLING THAT NEED TO FOCUS ON IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE SAVING THE KINGDOM.
they’re both such fucking loser babies. jesus. i love them.
So a while back me and @greenyvertekins talked a bit about our favorite Sonic Archie moments, I was thinking of doing a TOp five/top ten favorite Sonic archie issues but honestly the moments I and Greenyvertekis mentioned were pretty much my favorite/best issues. So if you want to read here! most of them are also from the best written arcs so …..
Then I thought, wouldn’t it be fun to do a top five WORST Sonic arche issues instead? :) (warning Im from the Netherlands so my English is bad, feel free to spell correct me!)
Number 05 Issue 172
Going pretty low in the list because despite this being one of my least favorite issues it should be noted that this was the start from the comic getting better and better at this point, this ugly-face just was the blacksheep from that collection.
Not only was the cover a bad reminder that the comic was seen as bad-furry-romance-drama which I really hoped the comic wanted to distant itself from it, the entire issue is a sadlyalso bad-furry-drama. It starts off with Amy Rose confronting Fiona Fox about the rumors that she heard from Tails that she is cheating on Sonic with Scourge, (the Green Edgy Sonic recolor) Now the story of Fiona Fox is a pretty sad one, she never had much of a character to begin with. She was first introduced as a robot in her child form to lure Tails into a trap. It turns out that Eggman based her off a real person: Fiona Fox who someway or another was left behind by Mighty and Sonic in Eggman’s prison and she manage to escape but stil holding a grudge and got angry at them for it, That is mostly what I remember her from in the past issues. From then on she would just be background character number 55 a freedom fighter with no dialog, the only times I sort of remember her was that she liked the idea of using guns, and that Sonic was afraid for Tails to be rejected by the too-old-for-you girl Fiona.Sonic wanted to talk to FIona about this issue and she mentions she still thinks SOnic is selfish for leaving her behind but that his sacrifice in issue 125 made her change her mind somewhat, That’s it. Now the weird story behind Fiona is that Karl Boilers planned to use her as a second-love interest for Sonic after Sonic broke up with Sally. Sonic was supposed to enter a relationship with Amy Rose shortly after the Sonic/Sally break up. (Keep in ind that Amy Rose back then was still 10 years old mentally at that time YIKES.) and Fiona for whatever reason was to become a rival to Amy for Sonic’s affections. Now Ken Penders apparently interfered with this idea and Karl and Ken changed it into…Fiona Fox becoming Sonic’s girlfriend instead…out of the blue….out of nowhere. At least with Amy you knew she had a crush on Sonic but with Fiona? why would Sonic ever enter a relationship with a girl he hardly interacted with and with a girl his best friend was crushing on? ..moving on various issues later and writer Karl Boilers and Ken Penders were no longer on board and new writer Ian Flyn entered into the picture it was by then far too late to clean up this mess and I could tell from the comic’s writing that Ian wasn’t sure what to do with Fiona, he tried to give her a more Sally-personality with a bad history but that felt tripped and forced. He knew he had to break the two characters off and he thought the best way to do that was to reveal that Fiona Fox became a bad-girl who fell in love with Scourge due to the events off Sonic 150 (dont worry that issue will be brought up later)
Not only did this came out of no where, it felt forced even if Fiona had no character it felt like she really was just a pawn of a writer not sure what to do with her. It also didnt help that the issue ends in a weird anticlimatic way and in the next issue most of the characters dont even talk or seem to be phazed with Fiona’s betrayel and Sonic would be slightly flirtatious with Sally and Amy in the next issue too, (Really Sonic you just got dumped.) The issues saving grace is a cute side story with Amy Rose and Julie Su training together and some decent/good art overall.
Number 04 Knuckles the Echidna issue 32
Yes Knuckles does count as part of the Sonic series, and if the list would be Knuckles comic focused this would have been number one. Not only was this the last issue of probably the most boring arc I ever read It also nailed the coffin on the Knuckles series as it was canned after this issue. It introduced two very uncreative very Un-SegaSonic like characters: Monk and Hunter whose design and motivations are as generic as you can imagine. Ken Penders tries to make you feel for the Monk-character but I dont think anyone was convinced. I own this issue as well and HONESTLY I forgot I even read this issue as a child it was that forgettable, even in my Knucklesfangirl phase as soon as I finished reading the last 3 issues I forgot about it, It also doesnt help that the covers while nicely drawn by Galan were cluttered and too busy, Ken Penders did the book’s art and while he did a perfect job drawing Hunter his cartoon characters were always off-model and the way he draws large mangaeyes didn’t look well. In other words the art wasnt good either.
I only remember these issues because of @hedgehogscantswim review, which I suggest you guys read into as they go into much greater depth on their blog on the flaws of the art, the character designs of Monk and Hunter and the overall big problem the last issue has.
Number 3 Sonic issue 134
Oh Yeah let’s talk about the big one, let’s talk about the issue that caused many Sonic fans to drop the comic, lets talk about the issue that split the fanbase in half and what made the Sonic-Archie comics the laughing stock of Sonic spin offs for years to come until Ian Flyn joined and the much later soft-Reboot. If the Sally/Sonic/Mina love drama didn’t convince people that the comic had badfurryromance drama this issue sure did.
Sonic sacrificed himself in issue 125 to save the world, but was transported to a different planet cause science, he survived and had space adventures with Aliens, met up with Tails parents somehow…(Really those issues are all a blur too me at this point.) he came back to Mobuis only to discover a year has passed since then, he reunites with his nowwithlonghair girlfriend Sally and by issue 125, Sally makes it clear to Sonic that she wants him by his side as she is sort-of forced by her parents to no longer be on the battle field. However Sonic cant possibly do that, he is the hero after all, he cant be tied down Sally clearry suffering from trauma after Sonic’s death begs him to stay by her side, Sonic tearfully tells her he can’t and Sally takes Sonic’s rejection pretty well and says that she knows being a hero is in Sonic’s blood and decides to reject her parents wishes and join her boyfriend and the rest of her friends on the battle field.
No wait Never mind, she SLAPS him across the face and calls him Selfish and breaks up with him afterwards.
Not only did this issue came in the worst possible time when the Sonally/Sonamy ship wars was rampant in the Online Sonic fandom communities. The motivation and reason for Karl Boilers to do this was in such a bad taste as well. Karl who MOST Likely was aware of the growing popularity of the Sonamy ship and the hatred the sonamy fanbase had for Sally, from people calling her a marry sue, a slut because her lack of pants, ugly due to her brown color sceme, and other funny-horrible things because shipping is serious business, Probably wanted to win and be favored by a part of the Sonic fan base and had outlined plans to have Sonic and Amy Rose become an official couple in the comics. (Even if Karl wrote Amy Rose as a 10 year old mentally girl with a body of a 12 year old together with a 17 year old teen Sonic.) They had to become a couple. How to do this you ask? by breaking Sonic/Sally up and portraying Sally out to be a selfish cunt of a woman, not only was this so disgustingly out of character and a slap to the face to the sonally and Sally fans, it was all to make the fans to transaction to the idea of Sonamy instead. It didnt help Sally’s position in the fanbase and she along with Chris and Elise would be among the list of the most hated characters where extreme Sonamy fanbrats now had valid proof on their side.It would take years for Sally to recover. To add insult to injury the only nice thing about the issue is the introduction of new artist John Gray (whose animish-cartoondisneyish style was colorful, pleasant and very pleasing to the eye! was more then needed at that time since the art quality standards was low back then. )John has stated he did NOT like working on this issue either due to the content and story. I am so thankful that Sally has been much better written for years now.
Number 02 Sonic Super Special issue 07 Crossover with Image Comics
Where to start with this, oh boy oh boy. I put this very high on the list because this has to be one of the worst crossovers spin ofss I have ever had the pleasure of reading. and I mean that the Powerrangers/TMNT crossover was more enjoybale that this mess. This is also very high on the list not only because the art was below average and many characters were off models but Mister Ken Penders used this crossover special to shoehorn his own ‘’characters’ from his comic book series the Lost Ones. (who btw got canned after only volume 01) his characters got the most attention out of everyone else. A image-comics with Sonic crossover already sounds sort of weird and silly but hey I am Spawn fangirl, I am intrigued. But I dont even get that.
(oh wait, this is fucking it, Spawn appears for about a page to say no to Sonic and then leaves thats it??) FOR FUCK SAKE….
Honestly @robotnikholmescomicblog gave this comic a great review and I suggest going to their tag of Ken-Penders-Why as they bring out most of the flaws of Ken Penders writing and they said it better then I ever will.
Overall the issue is just a mess, with shallowcheap cameos of image characters, Sonic and the freedom fighters being DICKS to most of the human characters for no reason, a very anti climatic ending and a giant commercial for Ken Penders doomed and boring characters that nobody gave a dam about) characters that he planned to use in ‘’The Lost ones’’ and Knuckles 20 years later. With a character hinting to become Knuckles’s greatest enemy yet with a very ugly boring design that could rivals Hunter. (btw none of these concepts go anywhere, Lost Ones was canned, and Knuckles 20 years later didnt come in fruition the way Ken Penders wanted.)
and number 5, worst issue Sonic issue 150
This is my most least favorite issues up to date and why you might ask
well for one thing the art is okay, I give it that but it doesnt even start with Sonic,
no we get a quick-reveal of AntiSonic pretending to be the real Sonic flirting with all the girls in knothole
We get uncomfortable panels of Mina Mongoose almost cheating on her boyfriend with Sonic, Sonic and Bunnie making out and falling asleep next together, Sonic being creepy at Amy ect and none of the girls seem to realize that this is obvious not the real Sonic but ANti-Sonic. Everbody fails to notice that Sonic is trying to flirt with all the girls he gets his eyes on. Only Tails seems to quistion it. Shows how much his own friends seem to know him. Or his own freaking family. The real Sonic is stuck in anti-mobuis and is busy trying to convince them that he is not AntiSonic, it’s very boring and dull. Also since the real Ant was stuck in anti Mobuis couldn’t he have tried to come back to his own world with Sonic? I dont know that just confused the heck out of me, The extra side story also doesn’t help, Its the conclusion to TailS ‘’the Chosen One’’ which was,,,pretty lame too with bland-art, and has the unfortunate of introducing the fanbase to the still-hilarious Titan Tails
So the stories are stupid, the art is okay and lame. Why is it so high on the list?
It’s THE 150 anniversary issue and this is how Karl and Ken apparently wanted to celebrate it? It also doesn’t help that the cover is really underwhelming and boring compared to the 125th issue but that’s it’s least of its problems. A short while later Ian Flyn and Tracey joined the team and Ken and Karl left. For the better. But talk about a lame way to celebrate a 150th milestone. What a waste.
Don’t you just love how slick the blorke shippers are? Sliding into the tag wanting to be on the bandwagon because they know it’s highly unlikely that they’re going to get ship. So they build ours up, talk about how great Raven is but wait-
NOT AS GOOD AS CLARKE. BELLAMY WOULD LEAVE HER FOR CLARKE. CLARKE IS BETTER THAN RAVEN. CLARKE HAS MORE WORTH AND THAT’S WHY EVERY MAN RAVEN’S BEEN WITH WANTS CLARKE AND WILL EVENTUALLY CHOOSE HER.
If you’re gonna be Braven and in the tags- don’t come with your backhanded compliments and oh, I want it but blorke. No no no. Because that’s what you’re subliminally saying. You may not know it. But it is. We don’t need that. JR already hypes Clarke up to seem better than Raven enough.
Five things you’ll find in my bag: Hand sanitiser (at least two bottles; thank you misophobia), wallet, sunglasses, lipstick, vanishing hair ties (I’ve lost several dozens; they’re all in there somewhere…probably)
Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:My framed Gryffindor poster, The Chair (no, I don’t sit on it; my clothes do when they’re in that stage between wardrobe and laundry hamper), dream-catchers, framed pictures, a rather cluttered table lol
Five things I’ve always wanted to do:Play the violin, go on one of those fancy AF cruises, speak fluent French (ugh, je sucks, sigh),successfully walk on stilettos (yeah, not in this life, I think), change someone’s life for the better.
Five things that make me feel happy: Writing, cooking, spending quality time with those I love, making them (or anyone really) laugh, KITTIES and reading of course.
Five things I’m currently into: Lol drarry (?!?!!), the Captive Prince series, baking, fairy lights (IDK I just bought like 6 strings of them).
Five things on my to-do list: Finish at least some of my WIPs (please, oh god), plan a much awaited trip– wait is this like a bigger picture kinda to-do list?
Characters: Archie, Betty, Ronnie, Cheryl, Josie, Reggie, Principal Weatherbee
Authors Note: Next chapter will be in Jughead’s POV yay
“What the actual fuck?”
Cheryl was the first to speak, as she stared at Principal Weatherbee in
disbelief. Betty felt the same way. What the hell was Weatherbee doing out
here? Especially after he yelled at them to stay inside? Was this even
Weatherbee? Did he have an identical twin she didn’t know about?
Weatherbee said, his voice strained. His hand clutched his shoulder, blood
staining his shirt. Betty had a vague idea of what might have happened to his
“Okay, now is really not
the time for you to say that.” Betty said.
“Principal Weatherbee, what
are you doing out here?” Archie demanded.
“I think the better
question is, what are the three of you doing here?” He asked.
“Tough luck, Principal
Weatherbee. You don’t get to ask the questions here.” Cheryl snapped.
Weatherbee looked at each
of them and when his eyes locked into Betty’s, she felt a chill run down her
spine. Weatherbee’s usual cold brown eyes were tinged red and she could sense a
sort of anger in them. Or was it hunger?
“Fine.” He said, sighing.
“I got out of the school to try and escape.”
“Escape?” Betty repeated.
“Zombie apocalypses aren’t
controlled. It’s likely someone inside the school is affected too. So…I ran.”
“Someone inside the school
is affected?!” Archie exclaimed.
“I said it’s likely, not
that I was sure.” Weatherbee responded. “I wanted to give myself my best
chance. I mean, it’s only a matter of time before a bunch of kids break out.
And when they do…it’s gonna attract all those zombies and I won’t make it. I
needed to escape.”
“So you left all those kids
in there?” Betty said in disbelief.
“Well, yes. I had to watch
out for myself first.” Weatherbee said.
“You disgust me.” Cheryl spat. “You were supposed to keep us
safe. You were supposed to be in charge. What was the point of the speech, then? Pretending like you actually cared about us? You don’t give a damn
about anyone but yourself. You’re nothing but a selfish coward.”
“Tell me something I don’t
know, Ms. Blossom.” Weatherbee gave them a cruel smile. “Now how about you go
your way and I go mine?”
“Well, we can’t really let
you do that now, can we?” Betty looked pointedly at his shoulder. “You’ve been
“So? What does it matter to
you?” Weatherbee avoided her eyes.
“Well, for one, you could
go crazy and come after us.” Betty said.
“Well, what should we do?”
Archie asked. “I mean…we can’t kill him.”
“No, we can’t.” Said
Cheryl. “But we can lock him up.”
“Excuse me?” Principal
Weatherbee took a step back, as if he was legitimately scared of three skinny
“You know, that isn’t a bad
idea.” Betty said, playing along and titling her head. “But where would we put him?”
“We could throw him in the
dustbin.” Archie suggested, trying to hide his grin. “I mean, he does belong
“You will do no such
thing!” Weatherbee shouted.
“Calm your tits, Principal
Weatherbee.” Cheryl rolled her eyes. “That was a joke.”
“Just don’t run into us
again.” Betty said. She turned to her friends. “Let’s head back.”
They nodded in response and
the three of them began to make their way back.
“Wait, you’re just leaving
me here?!” Weatherbee yelled after them.
“Yup!” Cheryl responded,
sticking her middle finger out at him and smiling.
When they got back to where
they’d left Veronica, Reggie and Josie, they realized things weren’t the same
as they had been when they left. For one, Reggie had a bloody wooden plank in
his hand and Veronica had heels in her hand as well, blood visibly dripping
from the pointy ends and Josie had what appeared to be a can of pepper spray in
her hand. Their clothes were splattered with blood, and oh, there were two dead
bodies lying near them.
“Oh my god!” Betty
exclaimed, running over to Veronica. “What happened?”
“Zombies.” Veronica said.
“And you…killed them?”
Cheryl seemed genuinely impressed, which wasn’t an easy task to accomplish.
“Yeah.” Reggie shrugged.
“With…heels, pepper spray
and a wooden plank?” Archie looked at them in surprise.
“Yeah.” Josie said. “We
just reacted quickly, I guess.”
“Woah.” Archie mumbled. “I mean, woah, that’s insane! And also sort
of extremely amazing.”
“Duh.” Veronica flipped her
hair. “And you thought you were the
badasses for investigating.”
“What did you guys find,
anyway?” Reggie asked.
Weatherbee.” Archie said.
“What?” Josie’s mouth
dropped open. “He left?”
“Yeah.” Archie rolled his
eyes. “He’s a fucking asshole.”
“So where should we go
now?” Betty asked, looking around at them.
“Thornhill.” Cheryl said.
“That’s definitely the place JJ would go to be safe. Polly will most probably
be with him.”
“Yeah, I agree.” Betty
said, nodding her head.
“Okay, but we probably need
a weapon that isn’t just…what we have now.” Veronica said, digging around in
her bag. Betty didn’t even realize she had it. Her own bag was probably lying
around somewhere back at the school.
“You’re right.” Reggie
said, nodding. “We were able to kill two zombies but I don’t think we’d be able
to handle, say, a dozen.”
“Well, what should we do?”
“We have guns at
Thornhill.” Cheryl said, making everyone whip their heads toward her.
“Look, this is great for
our situation but…why do you have guns at
your house?” Josie asked.
“It’s for situations like
this. Emergencies.” Cheryl explained. “I mean, when you’re the richest family
in Riverdale, you’re going to make some enemies. And you need to learn how to
defend yourself against them.”
“That makes sense, I
guess.” Archie mumbled.
“So how many guns do you
have?” Veronica asked, wiping the blood off her heels with a tissue. She looked
like superhero cleaning up after slaying the villains. Which was sort of what
she did. But with her heels. How
badass could one person get?
“Four, I think.” Cheryl
said. “Mom and Dad had one each and Nana Rose had one. I think we might have an
“Okay, I can shoot and
since Cheryl’s family owns guns, I’m assuming she can too. Who else can shoot a
gun?” Veronica asked, looking at the rest of them.
Cheryl nodded and Betty
assumed that meant she could shoot.
“Wait, you can shoot a gun?
Why?” Archie asked, staring at Veronica with wide eyes.
“I think I can?” Betty
said, making Veronica’s eyes dart to her. She blushed at the impressed look on
the raven haired girl’s face. “I mean, I took archery lessons for a while. And
I’ve always been pretty good at those shooting games. So…yeah, that’s better
than nothing I guess.”
“It is.” Veronica grinned
“Alright then.” Cheryl
said. “To Thornhill.”
“Wait, are we walking all
the way?” Archie asked. “Because there are a lot of abandoned cars lying
“What if the sound attracts
the zombies though?” Betty asked.
“We’ll just run them over.” Reggie rolled his eyes. “I’m
too tired to walk.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Josie
“Okay, so do we just—like—get
in a car and go?” Veronica looked questioningly at Archie.
“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Archie
walked over to a minivan left with most of the doors open. He poked his head in
and turned back to the group. “They keys are still in. Let’s go.”
“I’ll drive.” Cheryl said,
going over to the driver’s seat. Josie sat next to her and Archie and Reggie
sat in the middle.
Veronica climbed into the
backseat and Betty quickly followed.
“Oh, wait, Cheryl.”
Veronica leaned forward toward Cheryl. “Could you stop by a store? I could use
Betty looked down at
Veronica’s feet and realized they were bare. Veronica caught Betty staring and
grinned. “Got a foot fetish, Betty?”
“Yes.” Betty responded,
rolling her eyes. “Your feet are magnificent, Ronnie.”