oooh this is a good one

anonymous asked:

ok so i think this has been taken down due to it being a potential spoiler, but when i first saw the season 3 renewal articles, the picture they used in a couple of them was of eleanor standing in front of a chalkboardton the chalkboard there was a list that said something along the lines of the following: "she brought me a puppy that one time," "kind," "supportive," and "not as hot as Tahani but-" and then it got cut off. anyway idk if you saw this but wut do you think it means???

Oooh very good eye nonnie. Is it this picture?

I LOVE the idea that it might be a spoiler, but I also can’t shake the feeling that I’ve seen it before? I dunno, I keep remembering seeing it on someone’s post and going “UM!” but I can’t find that post to save my life, so maybe it is!

“Infiltration commencing. El. Psy. Congroo. Over and out.”

Uh… Are they about to rob a book store? Heh. Maybe it’s these character designs and Okarin’s long coat, but I’m suddenly getting Persona 5 vibes.

Did someone attend the Kingdom Hearts school of antagonist naming schemes? Whatever this generically named Organization is, Okarin doesn’t like them much.

And yes, lady with the sweet hat, what are you two doing here?

Oooh. They’re here for a press conference about one Dr. Nakabachi, who… made a successful time machine! You’d think there’d be a lot more people here if that were actually the case.

I can’t tell what Okarin meant by infiltration a bit earlier. I’m giving it 90/10 odds that he’s playfully taking this way too seriously vs. he’s actually planning on stealin’ stuff. Like, he’s too good to just attend this and see what’s what, he wants to paint it like a stealthy covert-ops intel gathering thing.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain why you think Jake Peralta has ADHD?

I’m actually really glad you asked because oooh boy, let met tell you, Jake Peralta, in my humble opinion as a fellow sufferer, is currently the single most obvious but sadly non confirmed (yet… one can still hope) fictional character with (most likely) undiagnosed ADHD out there. His strengths as well as his flaws all point towards him having the disorder.


So let me start with the good things:

- He’s a quick thinker! He thinks in unconventional ways with his mind taking leaps and turns whenever it feels like it. Often allowing him to solve cases in creative ways. … It also makes for interesting conversations most of the time.

- Using his impulsivity in a good way! When he figures something out, he’s usually the first one to get up AND DO SOMETHING. 

- Excitability! Have you seen how his eyes lights up when he feels like he’s doing what he thinks is right? He becomes like a little hyperactive child again. Usually, adults with the disorder, aren’t as much outwardly hyperactive anymore as children are. Instead, this tends to turn into feelings of restlessness and gets internalized. But of course, in a show like this, it makes sense to show him like this.

- Hyperfocus! Die Hard, anyone?! That guy has had the same hyperfixation for years!!! And I bet, he frequently uses his hyperfocus capability to get things done, too. That is, if he’s interested enough, of course.

- His energetic personality! Brings some energy and passion into the work place, don’t you think? And also it’s how many adults with ADHD are perceived if they feel well-integrated and at ease with their surroundings. Always the one coming up with new ideas? That’s us!

Now onto the not so good stuff when you’re the one struggling with it:

- Again, impulsivity. Saying the first thing that comes to your mind, talking… A Lot, acting without thinking and without regard for consequences. As seen on the show, it has not always been the best “decision” for him.

- Mood swings! Unfortunately, many are not aware of this fact but in many cases, ADHD actually comes with fast and frequent mood swings. The smallest things can trigger intense emotional responses. Jake definitely has that as he tends to jump from “Life is meaningless!” to “I’m the greatest!” without a problem. Just solved a case? I’M SO HAPPY!!! Oh no, they got away with it? Why bother anymore…… Yeah, that…

- You know the episodes where he and Captain Holt are undercover as part of the Witness Protection Program and Holt points out how Jake seems depressed lately? Yeah, people with ADHD can way too easily fall into this mindset (mood swings, anyone?). With the absence of regular work to keep his fast-pacing mind occupied, it’s not a surprise that he starts feeling this way.

- Not able to handle boredom! He has always something going. Games, ideas, looking for new cases. He never slows down and seems to keep himself occupied at all times. Classic ADHD!

- The way he handles words and numbers, anyone? How he never reads books? Oh, and then his troubles with finances? His locker and desk looking… like that? Classic signs of troubles with organisation and attention to me.

- Easily discouraged! It can’t be denied that he hasn’t had an easy childhood. Together with the troubles with his father, ADHD could be a way to explain why he now is the way he is. 

- Problems with low self-esteem (*cough* and definitely Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria)! Either he feels like THE BEST COP OUT THERE or he falls into this thinking pattern where you have trouble believing that people actually care about you. Probably something he should talk about in therapy, as he puts it himself.

Together with his tendency to procrastinate when it comes to boring stuff, his inability to express and cope with his feelings sometimes, his forgetfulness and not so ideal time management (for example, being late to work all the time),  I strongly believe that Jake Peralta has ADHD and should be written and confirmed as such (hey, it’s never too late!).
An episode focusing on him suspecting he has the condition and eventually seeing a specialist? I’d cry. Honestly.



Plus:
The fact that so many real people with the disorder relate to him??? Okay, that’s not actually relevant here but definitely something the writers should take into consideration. BUT, don’t feel bad if you don’t! Not everyone’s ADHD is the same! :)

Psst, you won’t believe how many times I sit there thinking “that’s so me!” while watching the episodes. There’s even more “evidence” sprinkled throughout the show. All the small details not listed aboved. It’s marvelous and oh-so-relatable.

And just imagine the many excited faces watching the show when a main character on a immensely popular show like this would be confirmed as being one of them! Just thinking of the tiny, tiny, TINY possibility puts me into happy stimming mode!!! It would also help increase awareness in those who may not know anything about it and help reduce prejudices ‘cause ding dong, ADHD is not a fake disorder and adults can have it, too. Surprise!

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can you believe how many canon pick up lines lance has?

  • “you’re out of this world”
  • “what do you know mullet”
  • “it’s meow or never”
  • “you know lance n keith neck n neck”
  • “you are looking feline!”
  • “oooh are you scared?”
  • “i think you’re clawsome!”
  • “shut your quiznak”
  • “you’re the most beautiful girl in the world….i ain’t lyin’ (lion!)”
  • “we did it. we are a good team”
  • “i better use my ice blast…because my heart is on fire”
  • “keith, buddy, my man?”
  • “you’re outta this world, and i would know!”
  • “sharp work samurai”
  • “i’m homesick for earth, but lovesick for you”
  • “jealousy thy name is keith”
  • “keith the other one”
  • “sorry shiro, i was trying to hit keith”
  • “i think you’re purr-fect”
  • “i’d recognize that mullet anywhere!”
  • “i’d be blue without you”
  • “and keith is always doing things like flying into asteroid fields and cool junk like that”

he has so many :///

  • Miss Fleming: You guys are reading hamlet, right? What’s one of the recurring themes in Hamlet?
  • Betty Finn: Oh, Oooh, Ooooooh, call on me! Betrayal
  • Miss Fleming: very good, very good. Ok, now who can give me a good example of betrayal?
  • Martha: Oh! Um, when Hamlet sends Rosencrantz and Guildstern on a boat to die.
  • Miss Fleming: Exactly- Hamlet betrays his friends
  • Heather C.: Which is super fucked up because only a fucking dickhole betrays his friends
  • JD: Well, maybe he wouldn’t if his friends weren’t a bunch of selfish bitches who had already betrayed his girlfriend in the first place.
  • Miss Fleming: that’s mostly right! Rosencrantz and Guildstern were going to betray hamlet first.
  • Heather D.: well maybe if hamlet’s girlfriend had known her place instead of being a whiny little bitch, everything wouldn’t be so fucked up!
  • JD: well maybe if Rosencrantz and Guildstern didn’t tried to set up two dickholes to make love with the girl that he was in love with like two skanky little cock wranglers, they wouldn’t have got put on that fucking boat!
  • Heather D.: That doesn’t mean that hamlet should go attempt to blow up an entire fucking school and almost ruin fucking everything!
  • Martha: and maybe if people would have chilled the fuck out, Ophelia wouldn’t felt like she had to jump off of a goddamn bridge!
  • Miss Fleming: Ok, i think we moved a bit off topic, but I loved the energy, guys! love the energy.
  • Heather M.: What page does the school bombing attempt happen on?
  • Veronica: Relax, Heather. Apparently today is not going to be a learning day.
what’s in your bag: james potter

James: *never leaves his house without something that would scream “Gryffindor”*

James: Oh look, a biscuit! *takes a bite*

James …or not?

James: A note I wrote for Lily but well…she didn’t even look at it so-

James: One day me and Pads went swimming in the Great Lake and found some of these - still waiting for our babies to come into this world ♥

James: Pete gave me this for birthday, how cool is that?

James: Oooh Sirius Black’s most prized possession - eyeliner, that guy can’t step out of the dorm without this thing. Maybe I should give it back to him? I don’t think so.

James: Chocolate. Probably Moony’s?

James: I don’t remember, but it’s all good, we’re like brothers - “everything mine is yours, and yours mine”, right?

James: …once I fell on my face and Lily gave me this. It’s a muggle bandaid, she said.

(ooc: tagging my bae sirius @asktheblacksheep and future gf @son-0f-a-snitch lily to do the thing if you want)

teddy lupin

Marc Guggenheim SDCC17 Interview

Marc Guggenheim was kind enough to meet with me for a one on one chat. 

We walked the floor together with his nephew and little girl (who are the cutest) for an hour and talked all things Arrow!!! He told me this is his most aggressive SDCC schedule ever, so the fact that he slotted in some time just for me really meant the world. Marc Guggenheim is the actual best. He is the definition of it.

SPOILERS!!!

We launched right into number one on my list: wedding.

Keep reading

STUFF THAT PASS THROUGH AN INTJ’S MIND - AS ACTUAL THOUGHTS OF MINE

Recently I’ve decided to start writing down some of my most common thoughts. Here they are.

  • “Okay, how do I people?” *tries to people* “Nope that’s not it.”
  • “I need to be less salty.” *does something salty* “Nevermind.”
  • “Make one more ignorant statement bitch, I double dare you.“
  • *walks into chemistry class* *sighs in relief* “Finally.”
  • “I NEED TO PLAN FOR THIS.”
  • “That’s not logical.”
  • “It doesn’t matter how powerful you are. If you’re ignorant, I won’t follow your orders.”
  • “I hope my face doesn’t look like murder right now.”
  • “I don’t need affection.” *someone I care about shows me affection* “Oooh my goodness…”
  • “How can I criticise this?”
  • “How can I improve this?”
  • *wakes up from daydream* “How long has it been…?”.
  • “How can I be more sarcastic?”
  • “How do I show them I care without them knowing that I care?”
  • “Well that was… redundant.”
  • “Too. Many. People.”
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.

“But–”

Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.

“Please?”

“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”


“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”


“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”

Thoughts Every Journal-Keeper Has Had

•This ink better not freaking bleed through the page
•I wish I started journaling sooner
•ugh I ruined it
•What if someone secretly reads my journal when I’m not home??!
•Should I hide my journal?
•Oh god if someone read this and shared it to everyone I’d be ruined
•Why doesn’t everyone keep a journal? How can you not?!
•Damn I suck at this
•I’m gonna get off of tumblr so I can journal some more [keeps scrolling for an hour]
•I really wanna journal but I don’t feel like it
•Hmm… so if I manage to do an entry really quickly I can get to bed by 2am and still have 6 hours of sleep!
•Should I post this on tumblr? Yeah! Wait nah…
•Am I gonna let my future grandkids read this? [entry: I’m so fuckin horny] oh maybe not.
•If I keep going at the rate I’m going with completing an average of two pages a day, this journal will be filled on June 6th.
•Oh my god if there was ever a fire I swear I’d run back inside to grab all my journals.
•What IF there was a fire? All that work would be gone!
•What if I commit a crime and all my journals get gathered as evidence and they find a paper trail?
•What if the judge reads it allowed in court!
•Nah I have nothing to worry about. I’m a law abiding citizen.
•Wait… there was that one time that I…
•Should I write this down or would that be too personal..?
•What if I just started writing in code just in case?
•Ugh this drawing sucks
•Why is everyone so good at this and I’m so bad?
•I wanna paste this in, but it’ll make the journal too thick and uneven!
•Ahh this journal smells so good
•Oh man and so does this glue! Wait, you can get high from glue, right?
•I wonder what my entries would look like if I did them all while high…
•I feel so mean writing this.
•I’m dedicating this page to _______. I’ll even let them read it [but you never do]
•This is so sloppy lol what am I doing
•What if I just stopped journaling… will my journal think I died?
•Oooh I’m going to order this journal! It’s perfect! Oh wait, it’s too ______
•Oh here’s a better one. Oh but this one doesn’t have ______
•Haha this spread is so cheesy
•What if _____ found this and read it??
•I can’t wait to finish this journal so I can start my next one
•Is my journal a boy or a girl?
•If anyone went through my journal I’d beat them up.
•What will happen with my journals when I die?

It can’t be just me 😂

Serpent!Jughead Jones: Hurt me harder -Smut-

Summary: After Juggie took his father’s Serpent jacket, Y/N just couldn’t help herself. She was honestly more turned than ever. She wanted it different this time. She wanted Jughead to fuck her like a Serpent would.

Warning: Total smut. Just full of sin. Choking, biting, lil bit of dirty talk, full on cursing, daddy kink, and probably some bruising. Oooh and some fluff at the end lol.

*This is not a request*

Reader’s POV

Our little make out session was sadly cut short by a knock on FP’s door. Juggie rushed to find his shirt, as we were half-naked, while I tried my best to cover myself up. Jughead of course went out the door, seeing as it was the South side Serpents. After the whole ‘FP going to jail’ shebacle, he was sent to South side High. Honestly the worst few days of my life. But, we’re good now. Sort of, anyway I peeped through the window just in time to see one of the guys handing him his father’s old serpent jacket. I could see the smile etched into his face, as he slid his slender arms into those leather sleeves. Jughead was officially a South Side Serpent. His smile faltered, when his greenish-blue eyes met my Y/E/C ones. He thanked his fellow members and slowly sauntered into the warm trailer. He finally looked at me with the most disconsolate face I’ve ever seen. I shook my head as I walked his way. “Y/N I-” I cut him off with a passionate kiss. “Baby, it’s okay. If anything i’m highly turned on.” His eyes were then filled with lust. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me closer. We went back to where we started, me on the counter with my arms around his neck. He was trying to get the jacket off, but fuck no baby. You keep that shit on. “No, no, no, you keep this on.” I said, referring to the black leather jacket. He just moaned, and god it was the hottest thing. I pushed him away, as I hopped off the counter. Only to be pushed on the bed. “Not today baby girl.” He mumbled. He spread my legs roughly. “Look at this pretty little kitty.” “What? You just gonna stand there and look, while I fuck myself?” I asked as I slid a finger up my slippery folds. He swatted my hand away. “I’m the only one who gets to do the fucking here, do you understand?” I muttered. “I said, do you understand?” I spoke louder this time. “Yes, daddy.” He smirked at my submissiveness. “Good girl.” He trailed a hand down my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. He got down onto his knees I could feel his breath on my heat, it made me even wetter. “Please daddy.” I begged him. I wasn’t afraid to beg. I knew it turned him on. “What do you want daddy to do?” “I want you to eat me.” I groaned out. “Too bad, darling” He growled. I was so frustrated. How could he do this to me? I was going to protest, but once I saw the look in his eyes, I shut my fucking mouth. Juggie was never this controlling. I fucking love it. He climbed on top of me. “We’re going to do something even better.” He said as he ground his hips against mine. Causing both of us to moan. I reached down to his waist. Pulling him closer to me, so I could unbutton his pants. He sat up, pulling his pants down, mid-thigh as his cock sprung out against his stomach. He positioned himself at my entrance. I jerked my hips into air, trying to get some type of action. I moaned as I felt his tip dig into my heat. I could see the pleasure spread across his face. He wasted no time thrusting himself into me. I nearly screamed at the contact. God, it felt so good. His moaning was making everything better. I could feel his grip on my thigh. There’s definitely gonna be a bruise there tomorrow. “Oh my god, I’m so close daddy.” His thrusts were getting faster. “I want you to choke me. Please choke me daddy.” I managed to get out. He wrapped his slim fingers around my throat. Giving it a squeeze. “Harder” I moaned. He squeezed harder this time. Hard enough. I could feel myself getting light headed as my orgasm was starting to build up in my belly. Jughead was thrusting harder than ever before. It was great. “I’m so close daddy.” “Me too, baby,” He was getting sloppy. I could tell he reached his climax. I felt dizzy as I came down from my orgasmic high. He pulled out and collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around him as I turned onto my side. “My baby is just like his daddy now.” “You’re not disappointed that I’m a Serpent?” “God no. I have no problem at all with you being one. I’m not like everyone else in Riverdale. I still love you with all my heart Jughead.” He smiled “I love you too.”

topaz-rabbit  asked:

You know how Mr Alan Ituriel joked about being Black Hat's dad. Okay, what if that were true, and Mr Ituriel was his dad and raised him since he was a barely sentient eldritch squid baby monster thing. How's that possible if BH is probably really fucking old. Easy Mr Ituriel would be some immortal that one day was like"yep, I'm going to raise this demon. Sounds fun." But he's the most suburban of dads ever, but never tried stifling BH's evil tendencies, he encouraged them even.

(Continued) Like Mr Ituriel has seen his son kill several men, and was just like ‘eh, kids will be kids.’ He is an immortal that gives no fucks. He is one of the few humans BH can say he’s ‘fond’ of (will never say it out loud) The one time he visited his son, because he’s a proud pop pop of his sons success and see how he’s doing because HE NEVER CALLS. So as a slight act of payback, he tells EMBARRASSING stories ‘Remember when your powers started to come in Hattie? You scared yourself silly!’

((I am torn between staying consistent with my personal theories and completely abandoning them for this great hc. So let’s just say I’m gonna be very contradictory with whatever the fuck I post, because oh man Normal Dad Alan Ituriel is a very good idea indeed.))

  • Alan, an immortal demi-human with abnormal morals who lives in the Mexican suburbs, is walking by an alleyway or something when he hears some kind of blood-curdling screech
  • naturally his first instinct is ‘oooh what the fuck is that let’s go find out.’ so he looks in a dumpster, and finds one dead-looking prostitute with some kind of Alien-franchise-esque parasite abomination thing crawling out of her chest cavity. It’s covered in blood, seems to be only made of wriggling black tentacles, and hissing.
  • “Aww, cute! Come on little guy, let’s get you cleaned up.” He kinda scoops him up with a shopping bag; he may be immortal, but fuck touching whatever fluids those are. Alan casually carries his writhing, screaming horrorterror baby home in a yellow plastic bag, and promptly throws it into the tub.
  • (Cue the insane bathtime montage where Alan locks it in the bathroom and sprays it with the showerhead until it’s clean enough to touch. BH tries to “kill” him (his hand) several times. Alan laughs.)
  • Once BH is thoroughly doused, he resembles a drenched eldritch cat, a soggy, angry bundle of wriggling flesh, multiple eyes, and gnashing teeth. He has not stopped trying to bite Alan.
  • Alan grabs him by the “scruff” and he immediately starts fighting back. He puts him in a cage until BH tires himself out from screaming and pounding at the bars. The two just stare at each other for a moment, silently regarding the other.
  • Alan sits in front of it and throws a small piece of raw meat into the cage. BH devours it in seconds. Alan unlocks the cage. BH instantly tries to attack him again. Alan puts him back in the cage. He waits a few minutes for the tantrum to end, then repeats the process.
  • eventually BH realizes he can get more food if he stays still for longer. so he stops fighting back and let’s Alan lure him closer, piece by piece. Eventually Alan has BH practically in his lap, literally eating out of the palm of his hand. With more food in him, he’s calmed down a bit. Alan smiles. Okay, this is pretty cute.
  • Only Alan would find BH eating cute tbh, it’s quite fucking disgusting how much raw meat has been spilled all over the place
  • Eventually BH is sated, becoming sleepy and much more complacent. He bites very, very weakly when Alan picks him up. Alan kind of cradles him like a baby, then pets him like a cat. The tentacles quiver. “Weird.” He thinks that means he likes it? BH falls asleep in Alan’s arms. “Cool.”
  • Fast forward a couple months, when BH exits the “larval stage.” That outer casing of tentacles is basically a cocoon, and BH eats and grows and eats and grows until he goes from small cat-sized to human-toddler sized. Then he stops fucking moving.
  • Alan freaks out thinking that he’s killed his adopted son after poking him with a stick for a day doesn’t do anything. Then, the outer casing splits open. BH re-emerges from his “pupal stage” as a fully-grown juvenile, basically a one-year old child. He looks like a miniature version of his current form, but without the dapper clothes or any teeth, and with two open eyes. Alan literally squeals and hugs him. BH tries to bite him again. Some things never change.
  • From there it’s basically like raising a baby, with a couple more eldritch aspects. BH grows twice as fast as an ordinary human. Alan dresses him in adorable baby clothes, not because he needs them, but because it makes him look “soooooo cuuuuute!!!”
  • BH’s teeth grow in, and Alan has to use metal teething rings when normal plastic doesn’t work. BH’s learns how to walk with Alan holding his hands. BH’s claws grow in and Alan files them down for him so he doesn’t hurt himself.
  • It takes about a month or so for BH to start talking. Normally he makes little eldritch blurbles that would make a human’s bones melt. Alan just repeats normal words that sound vaguely similar. Eventually BH gets the hang of it. (BH always claims that his first word was “evil”, but it’s his and Alan’s closest-kept secret that it was actually “papá”)
  • Black Hat’s powers come in during his “evil puberty.” He wakes up one morning feeling a little odd and… shimmery? It feels like his body isn’t quite there, like he’s almost floating outside of his flesh. Then he looks down, focusing on his arm. It solidifies more, feels less fuzzy. He focuses again, bringing the fuzziness back, and watches as it changes
  • “DAD HOLY FUCK”
  • Alan is kind of nervous as BH demonstrates how he can turn his arm into an actual, functioning snake. He gets even more nervous when BH starts sleep-teleporting. Alan wakes up with BH on the roof, BH in the garden, BH on the floor of his room, and BH a couple streets away. He always manages to find his son though, he just has to hurry before BH wakes up. (The first time Black Hat woke up after a sleep-teleport, he was confused and scared and started ripping dimensional holes trying to get home. Alan found him about a town over, but it had been quite the scare.)
  • Shortly after this, BH’s “edgy” phase started. (“MY NAME IS MR. WUT NOW DAD”) Alan never really tried to talk him out of it, instead just giving him the eldritch version of “The Talk.”
  • “Now I know that lately your body has been going through some… changes, and I know that might be scary. But any, uh, urges you feel are completely natural, and–” “DAD FOR FUCK’S SAKE I KNOW ALREADY, OKAY?? I’ve been murdering people for like, five months now.” “Oh, okay, if you ever need any, protection, or help hiding a body, you know you can always ask–” “GET OUT OF MY FUCKING ROOM!

It’s a great relationship they have. BH moves out a couple years later to start his business, and refuses to call Alan (out of pride? probably??) Alan doesn’t let him get away that easily, and each year he makes several unannounced visits. It almost always results in some kind of one-sided yelling match between the angry Black Hat and his cheerful dad, as his horrified employees listen on…

“i just don’t see it”

the comic:

-hazeapalooza: “so is no one going to talk about c’s mad flush right now?” so is no one going to talk about how nursey 100% checked out chowder’s mad flush right now? also: c. c!!!! C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- hazeapalooza cont. “nursey i’m not a lightweight i can drink three whole beers and stop all your dumb shots.” translation: “nursey i may be drunk but i can still impress you, look-”
- shinny: “wow, c -” [C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!] “- seriously never seen a frozen lake before?” - “it’s not just some lake it’s the pond! and it’s not like it happens every day in san francisco, nursey.” me: stares at my horrible wood checkered ceiling trying to regulate my breathing while i imagine chowder and nursey showing each other their home cities with a big ol road trip in between
- shinny AND junior show feature a classic. a fav…… the same fond nursey smile-smirk that always seems to crop up when he’s teasing chowder. 

how often does this happen??????????????????????????????????

- if you look close enough in ‘post I: roadie’ chowder and nursey are both team attic. enough said
- taddy tour: we witness our confident sophomores mentoring the taddies :’) this has nothing to do with them together but it just warms my dead heart so it’s going on the list
- hi, honey - parts 1 & 2: LISTEN TO ME NURSEY’S BAG WAS RIGHT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!! BY THE STAIRS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NURSEY’S BAG WAS RIGHT THERE BY THE STAIRS I CAN’T SAY THIS ENOUGH. IT WAS LATE AND THERE WAS A STORM OUTSIDE AND NURSEY SLEPT OVE.R SO do with this information what you will

the tweets:

- “chowder: hey jack are you going to watch the sharks game or the kings game if youlike LA uh i’m from san francisco so–
nursey: dude. chill.”
[holster voice] oh my god i’m so sorry but i sTIILL GEEET JEEALLOUSS
- “NOOOO NURSEY DON’T TELL HIM COME ON NO NO NO”/nursey found out it was chowder’s birthday and immediately told bitty and probably EVERYONE ELSE SO THEY COULD ALL CELEBRATE THE GREATEST DAY OF THE YEAR ! 
- “chowder: we tried to get nursey to take intro programming with us!” at the point this was tweeted in the check please time line………..i guarantee you 10000% this was chowder’s idea. he just wants to spend more time with nursey :’) :’) :’’’)
- i just like these tiny faces together, look at em

- “chow: oooh!! so if nursey & i prove you’re superstitious, we win!
dex:…shit. win what?
nurse: yo i don’t even know bro but you shook on it”
#gotyourback
- “in other news, dex and nursey have found the one thing they have in common: their love of chirping chowder” i believe on this same twitter account someone said something along the lines of ‘chirping and flirting are variants on the same idea’ so…………………..yea
- “well, two samwell [winter screw’s] down, two more to go.”/”i hope the frogs had a good time. well, chowder and nursey aren’t here, so they probably did.” 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
-”from row 6 on the bus to NY
chowder: …and we all had quiche!!
nursey: and i wasn’t invited, c?? yo, CHILL!
oh, nursey. you’re so not chill.”
……………………….bitty said it not me
- nursey and chowder were in charge of bringing bitty to the haus to surprise him with the oven can you imagine them smiling at each other like a buncha goofs behind bitty’s back while nursey tweeted!!!!!!!!!!!! amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-”dinner talk
nursey: some netflix and chill
chowder: ohhh I love netflix”
😏

i dedicate this post to @omgcphee who encouraged me to do it in the first place. there’s probably more that i missed and i’m sure there’s stuff in the extras too but please……….it’s there.. . for all to see. i’ve witnessed it and now you all have too. feel free to add to this post 

                     SAINTS ROW IV SENTENCE STARTERS.


  • “You sure this isn’t a set-up?”
  • “We’re three minutes behind schedule, we need to move.”
  • “You’re a real people person, aren’t you?”
  • “What’s past is past. We’re working together now, let’s focus on the job.”
  • “Now, now. Not so fast.”
  • “I’m going to have fun breaking you.”
  • “Couldn’t leave well enough alone, could ya?”
  • “Fighting back is pointless, my friend.”
  • “You will be able to get me out of here, right?”
  • “On my list of priorities, that doesn’t even make my top five hundred.”
  • “If I was wearing that, I’d ask you to shoot me in the head.”
  • “What can I say? I’m good at my job.”
  • “Oh, is something the matter?”
  • “Oh, fuck you.”
  • “It wasn’t your fault.”
  • “Thank you. I mean it.”
  • “You’re not wearing pants.”
  • “Look, I’m just saying don’t get your hopes up.”
  • “Well, this has been a productive day.”
  • “I can kill a lot of people with a computer.”
  • “Oh, ___. We’re gonna get along famously.”
  • “You’re really making a big deal out of nothing.”
  • “If your aim was any worse, you’d be shooting yourself.”
  • “Look at us, killing everything in sight. Is this what being a sociopath feels like?”
  • “You’re remarkably calm right now.”
  • “Hey, sometimes your exes try to kill you, you know? What can you do?”
  • “Wanna party?”
  • “You’re lame now. You used to have fun.”
  • “You’re a terrible person.”
  • “You don’t have to convince me. Just yourself.”
  • “We’re talking about this later.”
  • “Nobody tells me anything!”
  • “You ready to get outta here?”
  • “Hey baby, I could show you a good time.”
  • “No one loses to me.”
  • “That’s far enough.”
  • “You know me too well.”
  • “Don’t you dare confuse duty with self righteousness!”
  • “Oooh. Sounds serious.”
  • “Let’s do this without drawing attention, yeah?”
  • “So an evil version of me is your worst nightmare?”
  • “_____. I thought you knew me better than that.”
  • “Why would I hide when I can kill your friends in front of you?”
  • “I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction.”
  • “Oooh, I love it when you talk tough.”
  • “Focus. On. The job.”
  • “Don’t like talking about your past?”
  • “Yeah, we should probably get out of here.”
  • “I have a feeling we’re about to disagree.”
  • “I can forgive a few punches.”
  • “You are really starting to piss me off.”
  • “______, what the hell happened?”
  • “It would seem your reputation doesn’t do you justice.”
  • “Can we just get to murdering already?”
  • “Whatever the plan was, it went out the fucking window. We need to focus on surviving.”
  • “Quit fucking around and get in here!”
  • “We had a deal, my friend.”
  • “Now what am I supposed to do with a naughty little boy/girl like you?”
  • “I’m trying to save your life!”
  • “I’m giving you a choice.”
  • “Get away from me!”
  • “Quite the entrance.”
  • “I figured you had a flair for the dramatic.”
  • “I’m really gonna miss these bonding sessions when I kill you.”
  • “Well, at least you’re honest.”
  • “This ain’t pride. This is wrath.”
  • “Hey _____, you wanna fuck?”
  • “You have to wait until I want it.”
  • “Been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it?”
  • “You’ve changed so much.”
  • “You’re not very convincing, you know.”
  • “Glad you didn’t find it awkward, but not really in the mood right now.”
  • “I really thought I lost you.”
  • “Look, I gotta tell you something.”
  • “Just shut up, I have to tell you something.”
  • “Nothing ever made me feel alive like you did.”
  • “I’ve been cooped up for way too long.”
  • “I need to stretch my legs and kill some things.”
  • “What’s on your mind?”
  • “Despite everything I’ve done with my life, apparently that’s what I’m known for.”
  • “I’ve done the planning part in the past and it’s boring. I rather just get in there and get shit done.”
  • “Look, I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I’m here now. Alive and kicking! That counts for something, right?”
  • “We’ve had some good times together, haven’t we?”
  • “You still wanna have a go?”
  • “Can I help you?”
  • “____, I respect you too much to bullshit you.”
  • “You don’t respect me.”
  • “What do you want?”
  • “I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are.”
  • “You ain’t getting close enough to shank me.”
  • “Give us a minute to recover from last time, yeah?”
  • “I don’t want things to change between us.”
  • “You never know if you can have something unless you ask for it.”
  • “It’s okay, say what’s on your mind.”
  • “I know you want to, but I don’t.”
Comfort and Cats - Chapter 1

I have no explanation for this. I should be working on so many other things, but I have an idea for a story, so here we go. Basically, Virgil finds a kitten, but it’s not necessarily what it seems. There will be multiple chapters, because I don’t know how to write short things. 

Parings: None, this isn’t going to be shippy, I’d like to keep it platonic.

Warnings: Uhh…maybe someone will swear, but not in this chapter???

Virgil wandered aimlessly, not really paying attention to the rain. He didn’t mind it, and the mindscape was warm. He often went on solitary walks just to get away from everyone. It was getting better, had been for a while now, but there were still times when he and the others just clashed, and it was too much to deal with. Rather than fighting them, he gave in to his “flight” instinct and took off. It had really worried the others, at first. Especially Patton. But nowadays they were starting to understand his need for space and distance at times.

He wandered down one of the sprawling, empty streets, and he wasn’t really paying attention. He very nearly squished the poor, little thing. If it hadn’t squeaked at him at the last second, he probably would have. Hearing the tiny cry, he froze in place, then saw it. Tiny, shivering, pitch black and all alone. A bedraggled kitten. He leaned down, putting a finger by its face, and it immediately cuddled into his touch, desperate for warmth.

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Cabin // pt.5

A blessed image [(that is not mine, credit to its owner)]

Genre: Fluff, SMUT, LIKE BOI STRAIGHT TO SMUT

Warning: bro it’s a smut like cmon, but like this gets straight to the point if ya know what I mean.

Authors note: WUDDUP PALS. LOOK I KNOW YALL HAVE BEEN WAITING AND SOME OF YOU ARE PISSED but hear me out. I had to take a small break from writing because I was falling behind in school so that’s why this has taken a million friken years so I’m sorry. But hey at least it’s here!!! Btw this kind of gets straight to the spice bc I’ve been having some Baekhyun feels lately so….

Pt: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5


“So…” he turns around to face you, “are you really in love with me?”


You almost choke “wh-what?” 

He takes out the now cooked spaghettios from the microwave and sets the plate in front of your place on the kitchen island. “I said, are you really in love with me.” He casually sits down next to you and spoons some spaghettios plopping a meatball into his mouth, “You said that ‘He’s so easy to fall in love with, especially when you’re his neighbor’  and we both kind of just brushed it off but now I want to know, are you actually in love with me?” 

You were frantically sweating, “I… I don’t know.” Your eyes were focused on your bowl, as if something interesting was floating around. 

He smiles and eats another meatball, “You totally are.”

“Nuh uh!” You throw a crumpled up napkin at him (it was the closest thing you could find to throw at him.)

“Uh huh!” he mocks your voice, still smiling.

“Hey that’s not fair! I was sleep talking okay? It’s like drunk talking, you don’t know what you’re saying.” You could literally feel the embarrassment tricking up your spine.

“Yeah but they’re sober thoughts.” He waves his spoon at you.

You look at him in frustration and go to stand.

His hand lays on your knee, “Baby I’m just teasing you.” The word ‘baby’ sending tingles up your spine. His hand rubs circles on your leg and you try to look not so affected as you continue your meal.


Around 6pm you and Baekhyun decide to take a walk by the lake, breaking you away from your casual “The Bold Type” tv binge you were on. 

The lake looked beautiful at this time of night, the sun was barely starting to go down so the clouds all had a tinge of pink and orange. The only people that were around were maybe a few kids still swimming and some teenagers hanging out on the opposite side.

“I swear it gets prettier every year.” You say, admiring the lake and the scenery around it.

Baekhyun was at your side, looking at the lake too. “Agreed.” 

As you make your way around the lake you pass by the small group of teenage boys, they were about your age, a group of maybe 5. You could audibly hear them going on about football, or maybe basketball? Sports like that have never been your thing.

“Hey beautiful.” You hear behind you. You turn around to see one of the guys staring right at you, unashamedly looking you up and down. He was tall, lanky, his features were attractive but never your type of guy. “Do you want to come and hang out with us?” He looks at Baekhyun and then back to you, “some real men who could show you a good time?” His friends start to laugh behind him.

Baekhyun grabs your hand and holds it tight. “Sorry she can’t.” He looks pissed.

“I wasn’t talking to you, midget.” There was an audible ‘oooh’ from behind him as he stared down at Baekhyun by like maybe an inch, and inch and a half max. “I was talking to the pretty lady.” 

“I’m not interested.” You finally speak up, squeezing Baekhyun’s hand to reassure him.

“Baby I could show you a good time.” The boy smirks.

You start walking away, still hand in hand with Baekhyun, before turning on your heel to face the cocky ass boy “I’m not your baby.” You say in the slickest tone. [The devil wears Prada is my shit sorry]. More ‘ooooooh’s’ come from his friends before you eventually hear a “Shut the fuck up.”

Baekhyun’s hand is gripping really tight onto yours, almost painfully tight as he basically drags you back to the cabin. “Who the fuck do those guys think they are?” He mumbles to himself, “hitting on my girl right in front of me.” You hear him say before you enter the house. 

The ‘my girl’ thing still kind of has you a little bit shook but you brush it aside, “Baekhyun, it’s okay.” You call after the angry boy dragging you into the bedroom.

He pushes you against the door, lips attacking your neck. “It’s not okay. You’re mine,” HOLY SHIT. “And they think they can just hit on you? Oh no no no.” His hands travel to your ass.

Turning you around, you walk backwards towards the bed before falling back onto the soft duvet, his lips still on your neck, leaving a purple mark for everyone to see. You let out a soft whimper as his lips roughly attached to your own, a smirk playing on his lips. Sucking and biting on your lower lip you moan, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands travel up and down the soft skin of your sides, slowly riding your shirt up till you eventually sit up to take it off along with your bra. 

“Baby.” Baekhyun impatiently sighs against your collarbone, fingers aching to pull of your shorts. You lift your hips, letting him pull down your shorts and panties in one go. His fingers quickly find way to your center, rubbing up and down “So wet for me,” he says with pride, his fingers starting to now rub figure eights into your clit. 

“Baekhyun” you gasp, forcing his shirt from his body before letting your hands run up and down his toned abdomen. 

Baekhyun sits back to remove his pants and shorts, his member slapping tall against his stomach. You go to touch but he pushes your hand away before you can, “Not today princess.” his fingers increasing in speed on your clit, before they’re gone. You whine and buck your hips up, trying to find some source of friction.

His lips curl into a smirk before he drags his cock up and down your slit, teasing your bud with his head. “Baekhyun please.” You pant, unable to catch your breath at the sensation. 

He slowly enters his tip before pulling all the way out again, teasing you. You squeeze your eyes shut in frustration before he does it again, earning him an impatient whimper. He enters you slowly, knowing that you’re probably still sore from earlier that day; which he was definitely right. You wrap your legs and your arms, keeping him to you. 

His hips draw back before slowly sinking into you, and then again. Your pain long forgotten as you move to meet his hips, edging him to go faster in which he complies, his hips snapping at a pace that has you gripping his hair tightly with moans uncontrollably slipping out of you.

“You like it when I fuck you this good?” He pants into your ear, “My cock pounding into your tight wet pussy?” His words sound so filthy, so unbelievably lustful in your ear, driving you closer to your edge. Fingers dance along your skin, groping everything he can to get both you and him to your highs. 

“Shit Baekhyun.” You practically scream as his cock brushes against that one spot, his fingers immediately coming to rub your sensitive bud. Your eyes squeeze shut as your first orgasm washes over you, his name and profanities spilling from your lips. 

He continues to thrust into you, a hand hooking under your right knee to lift it higher, hitting you deeper than you knew he could. 

“Fuck fuck fuck Y/N!” You could feel him cum inside of you, bringing you to your second orgasm. His heavy panting and post- orgasm grunts gives you tingles all over your body, before he drops to the spot next to you.

He pulls you into his chest, “Are you okay?” His hands brushing your damp hair out of your face.

You nod, “Spectacular.” scooting even closer to him, “Does this mean we have to take another shower?”

He shakes his head, “Nooo, let’s take a nap hmm?“ His eyes already closing. You take up his offer and start to fall asleep as well.


You’re almost fully asleep, Baekhyun’s voice comes in almost a whisper above you.

“I love you too.”



Authors note: Okay okay I know this was kind of short and maybe a little shitty but I wanted to at least get something out to you guys after taking such a long break. Tell me what you guys would like to see in the next part tho!!! And don’t forget to leave thoughts/ requests in my ask box! Thanks <3

PART 6 REAL SOON I PROMISE // TELL ME WHAT Y’ALL WANT TO SEE IN PART 6 BECAUSE IT MAY OR MAY NOT BE THE FINALE YET I HAVEN’T DECIDED.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your prompt fills, they're amazing! I really love the prompt fill on zombies being representations of the seven deadly sins. I don't know if this is thinking too much into it but is/are there any specific person/people who specialise in dealing with packs of Envies? And who does repair work on the corral?

(Part One)

Numbers sleeps out by the Envies some nights.

 Most nights. 

Okay, nearly every night. She thinks that most sane people would with people like Stella and the General in the camp. It’s not that she thinks they’d ever go after her (except for how she does). It’s just that she doesn’t have confidence they won’t get her the next time camp is attacked.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Tia says when Numbers tells her this. She hands the girl a bag of food, that day’s rations. “They’ve been doing this way too long for that.”

Numbers doesn’t say anything. Two years ago, when this started, she’d thought people wouldn’t make mistake like that, wouldn’t hit a human instead of a zombie. In a way, she was right.

It wasn’t a mistake then and she doubts it would be one now.

“Thanks for the food,” she says, holding up the bag.

“No fire tonight,” Tia warns. “I don’t like how many Sloths have been around lately.”

Numbers casts an uneasy look at the horizon. Their camp is on a small hill which leads down to a flood plain. She can see the ruins of a city a mile or two away, but between here and there are too many holes, too much foliage, too much coverage for zombies.

“’Course,” Tia says, too nonchalant, “you could have a hot meal if you came to stay in the camp. Get to know everyone.”

Numbers is already shaking her head. She’s the newest member to the camp, the youngest to boot, and she likes the anonymity that gives her. She’s pretty sure Stella doesn’t even know her name.

Tia sighs, used to losing this particular battle. “Well, you know the knock. It baffles me that you’d feel more comfortable out here next to them though.”

Numbers looks where Tia gestures though she already knows what she’s pointing at. Numbers has just put a new batch of Envies in the corral and they’re getting to know the older ones, bumping into each other as they wander around aimlessly. Every now and then, they almost scent her and Tia and stop, those with noses letting their nostrils flare. Then they go right back to meandering, what’s left of their minds forgetting the distraction as soon as the wind snatches the scent away.

“Envies are predictable,” Numbers says because she likes Tia. She rustles in the bag of food, checking out her supplies. “People aren’t.”

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anonymous asked:

Seventeen reaction idol girlfriend slipping on stage because of rain

i personally want to have a moment of silence for all idols that have slipped in the rain,,,it’s so unfair why do they have to perform when the stage is in horrible conditions sigh

Seungcheol:

“oh no my small child are you okay?”

(you’re jeonghan)

Originally posted by myeungho

Jeonghan: he feels you on a personal level, buddy. knowing he can’t run up and help you, he’d just encourage you from the audience.

Originally posted by jeonghney

Jisoo:

“oh god…that had to hurt…i can’t even watch anymore…”

Originally posted by cheolshu

Junhui: acts like he feels bad for you, but is lowkey gonna make fun of you after the performance ends

Originally posted by kwoshi

Soonyoung:

“keep going, baby…you can do this…”

Originally posted by visual-17

Wonwoo:

“oh…oh! oh my god, they’re so cute…”

Originally posted by jeonheart

Jihoon: he would be confused, but he would still continue to cheer you on from the audience.

“just smile through the pain, babe…”

Originally posted by mushimish

Seokmin: at first, he’d laugh it off, saying,

“holy shit that was the cutest thing on earth.”

but once it took you a while to get back up, he starts to worry. 

“…are they okay though?” 

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

Mingyu: 

“…clumsy little shit.”

Originally posted by kristian-do

Minghao: 

“i hope they’re okay…”

and if you get up fine and dandy, he’ll make fun of you. cute!!! :)

Originally posted by performanceunit

Seungkwan:

“lmaoooo, current mood. you good bro?”

Originally posted by winningwinwin

Hansol: probably gets up from his seat and yells out, “YOU GUCCI BUDDY? you gucci? alright i was just wondering lmao” 

Originally posted by sneezes

Chan:

“oooh shiii- that probably hurt so bad…”

Originally posted by litaeral

i did that badly oops 

but on the plus side i tried to make it as gender neutral as possible!!! i’m a girl, so i unconsciously type in things like “she” or “her” but i want to make everyone feel included whether its a boy, girl, someone who is questioning or those who dont identify as one (?) :,)

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