people have tried to explain it to me

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Guest argued with me over the rate that they booked and called corporate

So, we have quite a few military people checking into our hotel as they are doing some kind of medical assistance thing for low income people.

Anyway, this guest had checked in under the Military Family Rate Online and at checkout was flabbergasted that she was charged $107 for the first night and $122 for the next two nights. She argued that she had booked under the gov rate (which is $91). I try to politely explain that when she booked her room online, she had selected the MFR as she had booked a double and couldn’t even have selected the gov rate as it only applies to singles.

She disputes this, despite me providing her the record of her booking at that rate (she tried to claim that WE changed her rate on property). After she’s on the phone with corporate for awhile, she goes from having that smug look of “I’m always right” to the face of defeat because corporate backed me up on this and said she had, in fact, booked under the MFR.

I might have tried to get her rate lower, if she hadn’t been such a colossal jerk to me immediately.

By: Arcian_

HOW YOUR SUICIDE WILL AFFECT OTHERS.

When I was 16 I swallowed 3 bottles of extra strength pills in my school bathroom because I simply didn’t want to live anymore and I was tired, just so very tired. I couldn’t walk down the halls without being stared at and talked about because the school football team posted things about me online and eventually the rest of the bystanders joined in the harassment. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about, I’m here to talk about how the aftermath of your suicide will affect others in a way that you would never understand. Because you thought no one cared, but they did. So, here’s my story.
 I will never forget the look on my parents faces when they had to sit back and watch their little girl almost die from uncontrollable seizures. They had tear stained eyes and puffy cheeks. But what fucks me up the most was seeing my dad cry. I’ve only ever seen my dad cry twice. The first time was at his mothers funeral, and the second time was when I tried to end my life.
One of the responding fire fighters was a coach from one of my sport teams. And for a fearless man who ran into burning homes as a job, he couldn’t move from the corner of the room because the successful athlete he watched grow up was dying in front of his eyes.
My 2 best friends experienced the hardest part. They were the ones who found my limp unconscious body slouched up against the bathroom stall. They were the ones who had to be physically torn from my side because they didn’t want to let go of my hand. And to this day, they still have nightmares about that morning like it was yesterday.
A girl from my school who had also tried to take her own life earlier in the year showed up at hospital bed and gave me the biggest hug. She cried as she tried to explain how great life is, that image is still stuck in my head.

You see, it’s not about how many people will give a shit if you die. It’s about the ones who would, and how bad it would fuck them up for the rest of their lives. People care, and they always will. Suicide isn’t the cure to sadness. 

Malec Fanfic Rec!

Malec writing goodies from amazing writers.These are some golden works

4 times Alec almost said I love you, and the one time that he actually did by sufferingbisexual

Alec realized he was in love with Magnus. However when will he be able to actually tell him.

Across the Hall by clato27

“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh, no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”

Aka, the “I fell in love with the pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.

Addicted To You by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane’s the head of his own company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly one night is not enough.

Also known as the one where Magnus and Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop feelings.

Alecs Husband by NotEvenThat

Max misses Alec and finally demands that he go with Alec and his friend.. Even if Mom says no.

Amor Aeternus by @lolguess

In a world where the Clave encourages soulbonding you would think Magnus and Alec have it easy.

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom

Sometimes someone comes along and throws you of your life path. And sometimes that’s not such a bad thing.

Bibliophile by @dorkberto

Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.

Blue storm by @dorkberto

Ragnor was gone.

Ragnor was gone

Bright Lights, Small Town by @lecrit

When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the countryside.

It quickly appears that he is going to go through six months of living hell.

The fact that he hates the local veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.

Broken Arrows by @gibberish10

Over his parabatai’s missing, Alec lashes out at everyone, including Magnus Bane, his warlock lover.

Come Undone by @gibberish10

No one has asked him how he felt, but Alec did.

Complete Me by Maleciseverything

“What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.” -Mary Jo Putney

Drop It Like It’s Hot by @janoda

Alec tries to deal with people behaving differently since the wedding. He hadn’t counted on Dylan from Accounting.

Fusion by prfctdaze

Magnus gets the surprise of his life when he walks in to Jade Wolf.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful by @themagnusbane

The thing about having lived for centuries is that birthdays are no longer such a big deal. A pity no one told that to Magnus Bane’s party extraordinaire boyfriend: Alec Lightwood.

Hold me tightly by Tchell1

“I thought you had died, Alexander” Magnus finally said as a way of explaining himself “I saw you die”

Hypnotise by highlytrainedfangirl

Alec had a problem. One that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure. Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.

I found God but it wasn’t supposed to be by @intangibel

After closing a particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was right now.

In The Cards by Obssesivecompulsivereadr

Magnus wore cardigans and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused on magic that was supposed to not exist.

Into You by @darrenchristsupastar

Alec has more layers than we may have previously thought

It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity, Brother Dearest by @themagnusbane

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.

Looking at him by @jainsel-and-the-ships

Alec Lightwood is in love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous relationships.
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary too…

Magic and Rum by NotEvenThat

Shortly after the party, Magnus finds Max in the kitchen.

Make a home out of you by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion

“There is a delicate system in place and you are destroying it, Alexander Lightwood. Unhand my pants.”

“Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say. You’re usually encouraging me to put my hands on your pants.”

Morning hair by @lollylokoala

While Magnus was completely aware of the effect Alec had on him, he didn’t know that a tiny little detail in Alec’s morning look could make his heart skipped a beat.

My Heart Smiles by pseudofoucault333 

Magnus is an interior designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going to be destined for more when the festive season is over?

My True Love Gave To Me by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.

Now he’s stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn’t as terrible as Magnus always thought.

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors by @oncethrown

Alec has enough on his plate right now. His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he needs?

Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately tries to stop chaos from ensuing. 

Nothing But A Distraction by @actuallyredorchid

Clary doesn’t sneak away when Alec’s on the phone, so Alec accepts Magnus’ invitation to “go out for a drink”.

Off to a bad start by @fangtasticsaphael

“How did you manage to never run into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Well, maybe I have better things to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had either paperwork to do or train.

“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.

Oh lover, hold on by @fireblazie

The mask and goggles clatter to the ground. Isabelle makes a choked noise, and Jace whispers, paper-thin, “Alec?”

Magnus stops breathing as Alec’s gaze—cold, dead, and empty—comes to rest impassively on them.

“Who the hell is Alec?”

(Loosely based on Captain America: The Winter Soldier.)

One Show Only by KouriArashi

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

People say crazy things by @ohlafraise

“But what I don’t get is why Magnus cares so much about a random shadowhunter,” Jocelyn said.

Simon winced. “Oh, boy.”

Pick up lines by Gracefanfics

Admittly maybe using pick up lines in the middle of your brother’s rune party was a bad idea.

Or 
A short fic about Alec not having great timing in using pick up lines on Magnus.

Shooting Pool by @malec-is-pretty

Magnus and Alec go on their date and a simple game of pool gets them a little wound up.

Somewhere safe to finally break by onefootintheboilinghotlava

With the war finally over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……

Tampons and Concealer? By onefootintheboilinghotlava

So Izzy sent Alec to get tampons and concealer…Alec was standing in the drugstore, not even sure where to begin, when a handsome stranger offered to help.

That’s your cue by @theleftboobgrabber

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec tells Magnus apropos of nothing.

Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.

My take on Magnus and Alec’s date.

The Choices of the Chosen by KouriArashi

The day after his 21st birthday, Alec is sent to the demonic court as a gladiator, where he makes both friends and enemies … along with meeting Magnus Bane, who doesn’t seem to fit in either category.

The Only Magic I Believe In (Is The Magic I Receive From Loving You) by @delilahbelle

Or, four gifts Alec gives Magnus.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

Alec’s face softens. “Well, I’m going to do it for as long as I’m alive. So get used to it.”

The Second Kiss by @simonseroticfriendfiction

“So here we are.” Magnus said, taking a step closer to Alec.

Alec gulped and took a deep breath in through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.

This Christmas (You’re Someone Special) by vulturemonem 

Last Christmas, Magnus Bane had his heart broken.

Again, and again, and again.

And he didn’t think it would be mended anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances, kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.

Maybe this Christmas will be better.

Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured by Alec Lightwood.

This Night Is Not Forever by @isabellebiwoods

Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the night as much as possible.

aka. world inverted legendary lothario alec lightwood

Too Much is Never Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

They are on opposite edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried, and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.

Top Three by @nebulein

So.” Alec flops back onto the bed, sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”

Magnus hums, resting his head on his arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.

“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an arm around, “easily in the top three.”

Magnus giggles. He has no idea where that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.

“How about you?”

Twenty-One-Year-Old Alec Lightwood by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

Alec tries not to want Magnus, but it goes about as well as all those other things Alec’s tried not to want throughout the years. Which is… badly

Warm In Your Light by @actuallyredorchid

It’s far too easy, letting himself be swept away.

(S02E07 missing scene)

We must choose to reach out and touch by Ambros

Magnus holds out his hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does, electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do with it.

Who Ya Gonna Call? By @menckenschrestomethy

“You have to—“

“Help you?” Magnus filled in dryly.

Or: The Six Times Magnus helped someone, and the one time they try to help him

Will you be my best friend? Will you be my last? by @lightwoodlesbians

or the 'you pretended to be my partner bc my ex wouldn’t stop talking to me’ au

You Are Certainly My Poison of Choice by iktwabrokenbone

So there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career, his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
 

(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand his emotions, anyway.)

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(This started as a response to this post of @rcmclachlan‘s but immediately took on a life of its own and got so long that I think it would be rude/derailing as a response, so here it is as its own post, sorry about whatever this is.)

I’ve just decided that Yuuri Katsuki is the Hugh Dancy of photoshoots, in that every photographer meets him, goes slightly cross-eyed, panics, and starts throwing questionable props at him and putting him in ridiculous situations.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy drinking a mojito on a ladder in a pool for no reason.

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy Not Knowing How Chairs Work

Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy In Eyeliner And A Collar


Yuuri thinks this is just how photoshoots work, don’t they?  It’s how his have always worked, anyway, he sort of assumes his photos always seem so weird because it’s just some flaw in him, that he’s so unattractive photographers have to distract from his terrible face and katsudon body with weird settings and poses and props. 

At some point Phichit tries to sit him down for a conversation about how he has to stop doing That Look at his photographers because it incapacitates them and that’s what leads to things like that photoshoot where he’s balancing a pumpkin on his head while a chicken stares at him.  And Yuuri is just all; what look, I am trying not to make eye contact at all, it’s the only way I can survive having so many people looking at me, why are there so many makeup people.  And Phichit has to explain that it comes off as gazing coyly up through your eyelashes, Yuuri, you were practically batting them at the poor man and Yuuri just wails I COULDN’T SEE HIM, YOU TOOK MY GLASSES AWAY, I WAS SQUINTING.  

Phichit just: that poor man, he thinks you’re practically engaged, please wear your contacts and stop accidentally making people fall in love with you, I am running out of space on my wall for photos of you not knowing how different kinds of furniture work.


What I’m saying is that when Yuuri eventually stammers out to Phichit that he’s thinking of having some, you know, *lowered voices*, boudoir photos taken for Viktor’s birthday, Phichit’s response is twofold.  

First: get him, Tiger.  Second: hire a lesbian who will not give two fucks about your Eros but actually understands photography. It’s the only way they will turn out actually-sexy and not you naked-but-strategically-draped-in-goldfish, standing en pointe in a Home Depot, for some reason, waving a box of crackers.

Phichit assumes his advice was followed when Viktor’s one and only social media post on his birthday is I AM DEAD. I AM DEAD AND MY PERFECT AND PRECIOUS HUSBAND HAS KILLED ME, RIP ME, MY SOUL HAS LEFT MY BODY, I AM ASCENDING TO A HIGHER PLANE NOW.

Then again, who knows.  That’s also the sort of thing Viktor posts on any random Tuesday if he caught a glimpse of Yuuri’s ankle during dinner or something.

Phichit sends Yuuri a thumbs-up emoji anyway, because he’s an idiot and needs all the encouragement he can get.

I TOLD YOU I WOULD

WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

Consider… for just a moment… chubby Katelyn…. Like her vixen outfit is a little tight and no thigh gap,, soft tummy,, soft girl,, listen:

- her fingers aren’t long and slim and she bites her nails until they bleed, but her hands are?? Adorable?? something about them that Aaron just loves,, what great place for a diamond ring, hmmm??,, ,
- she has the cutest dimples when she smiles tbh
- and right after a game,, when shes a little more out of breath than the other girls, and her cheeks are red, and her hair is falling out of her ponytail and sticking to her forehead,,
- wow im weak, what a beautiful and talented girl, I’m in love
- Aaron works out extra hard so that he can be Strong and carry her all day and give her piggyback rides because she deserves it
- once everything settles in the minyard vs minyard situation and its okay for her to hang out with the foxes more, she becomes the new designated innocent child that everyone dotes on
- The girls will take her clothes shopping and sometimes things don’t fit right and she gets sad and a little embarrassed because allison is in the dressing room with her trying to get the dress to zip up in the back but it’s just not happening
     - allison pops her head out the door and says something to Dan and then looks back and goes “this is absolutely fucking ridiculous, this dress is so cheaply put together, it’s not made to fit anyone, I bet even I couldn’t pull it off,”
     - Dan knocks and allison opens the door to take a new dress from her (it’s a little bigger) and she gives it to Katelyn while still ranting
     - “you know you almost have to go a couple sizes up just to account for the poor craftsmanship!!”
     - Katelyn knows that allison is being overdramatic to spare her feelings but she’s highkey grateful for it and this new dress?? Fits great??? And it looks hella cute on her?? So it’s a win/win
- hear me out,, I’ve learned some tricks for feeling good about yourself when you’re a little bigger and I’m here to tell you that Katelyn’s hair is long. like it frames her face perfectly and ends somewhere below her boobs, and its just kind of all over the place and in the way all the time but she doesn’t have the heart to cut it anymore
- she goes walking with Neil some mornings, and one time they walked passed this guy who started harassing her about her weight and she tried to just ignore him but Neil was NOT HAVING IT, he had to explain his bruised knuckles to Andrew later
     - Aaron overheard what happened and now he doesn’t hate Neil quite as much

- anyway yeah just,,,, consider chubby Katelyn,, please,

caligypsy6  asked:

Ok, I have asked you before why you don't have Twitter and I understand your reasoning of character limitations... However, why not create one just to see all the nice things we are saying about you and so we can tag you in them?!? You make an adorable Logan, btw. JS. ❤

Oh yeah, that answer was kind of a joke– I purposefully typed a 140 character response explaining that 140 characters is too limiting (it was like a self-aware blunder, but nobody really got it). The truth is that I tried twitter and it wasn’t for me. I’m iffy on social media altogether. The people that have kind things to say, and that want to interact with me are really great– but social media requires a lot of upkeep, and it’s very performative; I don’t like performing constantly in that way. I’m super up for YouTube, but I don’t quite have a fully formed vision yet, and I’d want to do it right.

I sometimes fantasize about deleting my Instagram and Tumblr, but I don’t really think that’s a good idea right now.

I really do appreciate the people though. You guys are great, and I don’t even know how to react to some of the kind things that you have to say. I feel like I haven’t earned it yet, in a way. There’s a lot that I want to create and put out there, but there’s a long road ahead of me. Working with Thomas is pretty fulfilling though– we’re planning some really, really exciting stuff for SS. That’s the work that’s helping me keep things together right now, tbh.

If people have something that they want to say to me, they might be able to reach me here or on IG (@welcome_to_the_joangle). Thanks.

Very Weird Prompts

“I came home to find you sitting on the floor with a pizza and whispering to it ‘om nom nom nom deeeelicious’ like the bag from Dora the Explorer, what the fuck, are you okay?”

“You’re my new cellmate and you just offered to help me break out but only if I’ll sing ‘Breaking Free’ from High School Musical with you.”

“I know I just broke into your apartment in the middle of the night but there are some bad people after my special power over alternate universes and I’ve decided to put all my faith on you to save everything.”

“Your grandmother was the best in her field and you’re the only one she ever taught listen I know you don’t want this but we need someone to take the job as soon as possible and you’re our best choice.”

“People faint when my emotions run high I hate this power do you know how many times I’ve tried to explain this.”

“See this dog? Take it, he’s gonna be important.”

“I know you’re royalty, but there are greater things at stake, so put on the freaking gillysuit and follow me.”

“I know what this looks like and I honestly have no explanation as to why this kind gentleman got himself killed by my toe.”

“I need a hairdryer, a fork and a little bit of glue.”

“Ah yes, the endless abyss. The unforgiving darkness in which I will be alone in foreve- Wait who the hell are you?!”

“Alright, so let me get this straight; You’ve been locked down here for what? ….Two weeks?! And you never bothered to yell for help? Not even once?!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Well…not really, your Captain’s dead, but I can fly a plane! …I think… anyways, please put on your seatbelt, the Bermuda Triangle does NOT kid around haha”

Summary: Jughead Jones, facing the reality of having nowhere to stay anymore when the Drive-In gets shut down, finds temporary shelter at the Blue & Gold office. But what happens when an upset Betty Cooper catches him on the act?

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(Sooooo, I’m watching Riverdale and my feels about Bughead are over the moon!! And now that we learnt some bits and pieces about his life and that he doesn’t have a house anymore (my heart is broken, I just love Jughead) I had no other choice but to write this, hope you all like guys!!!)


Jughead knew the routine by now. Scrunched down and trying to make his trademark combat boots as soundless as possible, the raven haired boy cautiously popped his head from the corner he was hiding, icy blue eyes scanning the empty corridor in from of him. A quarter to nine, the great clock over the entrance of Riverdale High informed him and he slightly frowned, biting anxiously on his down lip and drumming his slender fingers on the tiled wall next to him in anticipation. Radio commercials along with the icky sound of track soles stepping on wet floor could be heard faintly inside the now lifeless school building, a tell-tale sign that his misery for the day will soon be over and Jughead could be nothing but relieved about it. He was tired and even more so mentally tired, with all the small town drama and its joke of residents as well as his spiraling thoughts about his novel and the newfound reality he had to adjust to, that being his current situation of well, yeah, being homeless, plus the here and there thoughts about a certain girl next door, a girl he knew all his life and a girl he always knew belonged to his best friend, that lately seemed to invade his mind an awful more lot. Yeah, Jughead needed a place to lie down, even if that was the dusty floor of the Blue & Gold.

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I need a fic now where before the fight with Rhea, Kara gives the necklace to Cat for safekeeping in case she doesn’t make it.”- thank @xy0009 who graciously let me write this for her 


“Aren’t you supposed to be out pummeling that alien queen into the concrete?” Cat asked, watching Supergirl land gently on her balcony.

“I am, soon. Sooner than soon,” Kara said, looking at the countdown that was playing on the corner of all the screens behind Cat’s desk. Fifteen minutes left. “I just had a talk with Kal. Er, Superman.”

Cat’s eyebrow lifted at the accidental name drop, tucking away the information for… nothing, probably. She couldn’t exactly start printing every little slip up Kara made in her presence. But it was always nice to know more than other people. “Did he give you some tips on not getting snatched by that god-awful cape?”

“No, although that would be helpful if he had any,” Kara said, twisting the end of her cape anxiously around her arm. “He just said some stuff about… about fighting for people that you cared about. His girlfriend, mostly.”

“Superman has a girlfriend?” Cat asked, sidetracked for a moment at the thought of Lois Lane finding out that her precious superhero was going home to someone else.

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Calm down about Bellarke and Clarke, let’s talk.

Here goes the meta…..

It’s honestly hard for me to even know where to begin with this cause it seems like the writers are touching so many plots at the same time with 4x11 that I’m a bit overwhelmed.

But we can start with this: what Clarke did (betraying the grounders) is not shocking, and it’s not character retrogression OR stagnation.

And it’s not the end of Bellarke either,if the plot from the entire show is anything to go by.

(this is not the “me romanticizing the gun scene, meta.” So stick with me as I try to go through Clarke’s and Bellarke’s plots and explain what I’m thinking )

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anonymous asked:

8, 17 and 22 for the Tree Bros please! ;) your writing is literally the most adorable omg I love it

Tree bros for the win!! Thank you for the lovely compliment, I hope you enjoy this. It is super cute and fluffy so yay!! i am so bad at writing angst for these boys, they deserve so much more.

#8 “Can I touch you?”, #17:“Because I love you!”, #22: “You make me so happy.”

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Connor’s breathing was quite loud when Evan walked into the room. His quick, short uneven breaths alerted Evan almost instantly- something was wrong. As he walked further into Connor’s room, he spotted the boy on the bed.

Something was definitely wrong. Connor was laying on his side, his knees curled up against his chest. Connor’s back was towards Evan, so he couldn’t see his face.

“Connor?” He didn’t respond. Evan walked until he was standing at the edge of the bed. He hesitantly climbed onto the bed, but didn’t touch Connor yet. “Connor, are you okay?” Still no response. He inched closer. “Con? Can I touch you?”

That got a response. A little one, but Evan took it. Connor nodded his head ever so slightly, but his face was still shielded by his hair. Evan gently climbed over Connor and laid down so they were facing each other. Now that Evan could see his face, he took survey.

Connor’s eyes were red, but not from pot. He had been crying. There was no sight of tears now, but there clearly had been at some point. Connor’s hair was also a mess. Usually, he made some type of effort to keep it back, or at least brushed, but not today.

“Hey,” Evan whispered. He gently rubbed Connor’s arm, trying to bring the obviously spaced out boy back down to earth. Connor blinked, and his eyes seemed to focus on Evan. “What is up?”

Connor closed his eyes and moved closer to Evan. Even though he was trying to get as close as possible to Evan, his next words were, “Why are you here?” Connor’s voice was weak, like this is the first time he has spoken all day. 

Evan smiled. “Because I love you, Connor. I got worried when you weren’t responding to me, and Zoe said you had been in your room all day, so I had to come and check on you.” 

“Why?” Evan’s heart cracked a little at the sound of Connor’s feeble voice. At times like this, when Connor’s depression got bad, he seemed to just shrink up. Everything about him was smaller, weaker. It hurt Evan to see his boyfriend like this, but none of it deterred Evan from staying right by Connor’s side and supporting him. 

“Why do I love you?” Evan repeated. “Well, I guess I will start with why I first fell in love.” Connor’s legs weaved between Evan’s and soon they were all tangled up. “You were one of the only people at school to talk to me, and you were nice to me. I knew that I was beginning to really like you the first time I made you laugh, because when you laughed, it felt like my heart was expanding, like it was going to burst out of my chest, you know?” Evan chuckled as he tried to explain it. “Like, you made me that happy. I remember one day, after we had hung out, I went home and laid in my bed. I thought to myself, ‘Evan, you have to keep this boy for as long as possible because no one else will make you this happy.’ That was the moment that I knew that I was falling in love with you- and you hadn’t even asked me out yet!” Connor moved so he wasn’t as curled up, and looked at Evan. His eyes shone with unshed tears, but he was smiling a little. Evan reached up and kissed him gently, once on the lips, then on the nose. “Connor Murphy, I love you because you make me happy.” 

Connor let out a watery laugh, and kissed Evan fully. Evan smiled into the kiss, and wrapped his arms around Connor, the best he could in his position. 

“Want me to keep going?” Evan asked once they pulled apart from the kiss. Connor nodded, burying his head in Evan’s chest. Evan laughed and rubbed his back. “Okay.” 

Families we choose (on SG 2x19)

Imma gonna wade in here: I’m already annoyed at people saying Kara has more ‘claim’ to Alex than Maggie, that somehow just because Alex and Maggie have only been together a few months, that somehow it’s only length of time that is meaningful.

Us queers have always been about the families we choose, not the families we are born or forced into. In lots of ways, Supergirl tells a similar story. People saying that the Danvers’ sister relationship is the core of the show, but are acting like it’s not a problematic relationship at times. Kara is not Alex’s blood, but Alex choose Kara, more, I would argue, than Kara has chosen Alex. Under RedK, Kara tells the truth about how she feels about the true familial bonds between them, ‘We have never been sisters, we don’t share blood.’ And Kara was willing to leave Alex so she could live with her family, Kal-el at the beginning of season 2. I think, for Kara, her definition of family is more tied to blood than choice, and while she and Alex have bonded, she hasn’t embraced her Earth family as much as they have embraced her. 

I’ve always written the relationship dynamic between Alex and Kara as unbalanced, in Kara’s favor. I’ve always found Kara a little selfish in the way she takes Alex for granted, especially in season 1. There’s been a few moments in season 2 where Kara has started to unpack this and realize that she expects more of Alex than she has given to Alex. I’m not saying this to minimize their clear, loving bond, but point out that emotionally, Alex hasn’t received as much support from Kara as Kara has received from her. Kara even said, “All those years… they were all about me and my secret.” And Alex doesn’t contradict her assessment. Alex tells her she didn’t do anything wrong, and Kara didn’t, but the characterization is fair. 

So back to the families we choose, we choose our relationships, our communities, especially if we’re queer, because we often form stronger (and quicker) bonds with other queers than with people who have ‘known’ us within a blood family for years. Known is in quotes there because usually, after coming out, we find that the people who really get us are not the people who have known us as a child or a sister or brother but who know us as as part of a larger community, who understands our struggles and our fights on a deep, visceral level. I’ve run up against this recently, as I’ve tried to explain to my generally supportive dad, that his vote for Trump was a vote against me and others similarly marginalized. My sense of fear aligns me more closely with the muslims I work with than my own family who betrayed me. 

Which brings me to Maggie. To me, Maggie has very few strong emotional bonds, no family to speak of, very few friends that we’ve seen, and actually so few friends that the time she spent with Alex was so important she was willing to hurt them both just to keep a friendship because she was sure a romantic relationship was doomed. She too has been chosen by Alex; the difference is, she doesn’t have a mom, Alex’s mom, who dotes on her, a wide circle of friends, a sister who looks after her. But she has been shown to, like Alex with Kara, put Alex, and even Alex’s relationship with Kara, in front of her own needs and feelings. She’s been incredibly supportive of Alex, and she is only now starting to open up and let Alex return the favor. She does have a lot to lose if she loses Alex, I think moreso than Kara. Alex and Maggie have a deep, caring bond, and one more equal, or growing more equal, than Alex and Kara’s. I am tired of people trying to drag Maggie and say that her and Alex’s relationship isn’t on par with Alex and Kara’s. I like the Danvers sister bond, but it isn’t without its issues and hurts and problems. 

But the point here is, Alex choose them both. They are both important to her, they both have strong, emotional bonds to her, and neither one has a larger, or smaller, claim to Alex. I’m excited for the episode to play this out and I hope this is how the dynamic plays out, where Kara learns that other people can care for her sister as much as she does and that it doesn’t take anything away from her. Maybe she’ll remember her family slogan, stronger together? 

dosendumbledore  asked:

Bcuz all ships with Lup are totally not for fun at all. Do you ship for gold? Honor? Also. Taako isn't in a canon relationship with Krav. (ttazz) Shipping is always about fun. Every ship is. And it's not like taagnus is taking the gay representation away from you, is it? Taako is gay that's a fact and that's great!!! And if you dislike it please just blacklist. Sorry I just don't get how the hell that stuff is supposed to hurt anyone.

NON-MLM: READ AND REBLOG THIS POST

i can’t believe y’all are making me put up with this shit on the day of a new episode. way to ruin the good vibes. i told you not to contact me about that post unless i had said something problematic. you have only messaged me to derail my point and insult me. let me, as a gay man, break down why this subject is hurtful to gay men, and i fully expect you to listen and take this into consideration, because you have a responsibility to:

  • taako is in a canon relationship with kravitz. if that much wasn’t clear for you then you’re clearly not paying attention. i also emailed justin and he explicitly confirmed their relationship (which i linked in the post you are referring to): http://goodraandyy.tumblr.com/post/159312691739/justin-confirming-taako-and-kravitzs-relationship so don’t you DARE try to take that represenation away from me. you have no idea what it means to me and thousands of other gay boys in the fandom.
  • most shipping is about fun and that’s the fucking problem. lup shipping is for representation, but taako shipping is for “fun.” gay people do not exist for your FUN. they don’t exist for your ENTERTAINMENT. we are not toys that you can play with based on what you find “hot!!!”. it’s grossly fetishistic of gay men and it’s been going on for far too long. that kind of yaoi-obsessed fandom attitude is fucking disgusting, and just because you think it’s normal/harmless fun, doesn’t mean it is, and doesn’t mean i don’t have the right to speak up about it.
  • taagnus IS taking away gay representation because it’s reducing a canon gay relationship (taako/kravitz) back down to just a “ship” - a hypothetical happenstance that may or may not be canon, and quite frankly? i’m fucking tired of that. i’m tired of shipping, i’m tired of daydreaming about the idea of boys being in love being considered a normal and acceptable thing in media. i want it to be canon, i want it to be confirmed and undeniable, i want gay boys to be normal and not just fun little accessories for fandom fun!!!!!
  • blacklisting does nothing to fix the problem at hand. me ignoring this problem isn’t going to make it magically disappear. me blacklisting gross ships isn’t going to make people stop fetishizing gay men.

you absolutely CANNOT read a post i made as a gay man expressing how i was upset with how gay men are treated in the fandom, and then go on to ask me how i could be upset about it, when i vividly explained it in the post before. honestly? i am absolutely exhausted from putting up with this attitude from this fandom. i’ve tried to be kind and patient and educate y’all but apparently your hawt yaoiz is more important to you than the safety and happiness of gay men. either listen to what i have to say or leave me the fuck alone.

brightbluedot  asked:

Hello! I have a question about that "race" post. I'm American, I'd never heard of this before, and it made me think, so, thanks! So, is the term "racism", being derived from "race", seen as equally bad? Thanks for your time - also your icon is hella cute and every time I think of the name "Thomas McGraw" I just. melt. so I appreciate seeing it on my dash :)

Hello to you, and thank you so much :) I’ll try to answer to your question as best as I can, forgive me if my english is not perfect! I’m not an expert on such things so if some of my followers wants to weigh in, feel welcome!

So, as it was said in that post, in Italy and more generally in Europe, we don’t use the word race anymore. It’s considered highly offensive because it recalls fascist and nazi laws, and after WWII people just stopped saying the word, preferring to use “ethnicity” instead. Today, the only people who still use it are neo-nazis and fascist parties who promote racial supremacy.

That said, we do use the term racism, but it’s used in a different way than in the USA: racism here is xenophobia + racism. The discrimination comes more from your nationality. For example, a person from eastern europe, even if technically white, is going to face discrimination for the mere fact that they are eastern european. This is often tied to the ability to speak the language, to class and religion.

I’m not saying that racism based on skin colour is not a problem in Italy, it obviously is. For example, last week an italian Senator took a picture of a black man who was using an overboard in the street (he took it without his consent) and posted it on facebook, basically insulting him for being an immigrant and stealing our jobs or sth. But turns out, the man in the picture was italian, born in italy and with italian citizenship, with a very good job. So the guy was just being a trashcan racist on the internet.

But that’s not the whole issue, it’s far more complicated than that. Moreover, we have quite a different concept of “race”. When I first came in contact with US culture, I was surprised to see that with the term PoC you include everyone who is not-white, including latinx people and people from Asia. In Italy with the term “persona di colore” we mean only black people from Africa. We would never ever call, say, an Argentinian or a Korean person with that term. I’d find it hard to apply that word to a person from north Africa as well, they wouldn’t be a person of colour but a tunisian/libian etc.

Unfortunately there have been many people from the US on tumblr who have offended us italians when we tried to explain that for cultural differences we do not use that term, claiming that we were racist scum or something.So thank you for sending such a polite ask and wanting to understand, this makes me very happy :)

A Study in Hypocrisy #2.6

Or why the Avengers’ relationship to Tony was unhealthy at best, Steve isn’t fit to be a leader, and why I’m Team Iron Man to the end.


WHY TONY’S RELATIONSHIP WITH THE AVENGERS IS UNHEALTHY AT BEST

Tony’s relationship with the Avengers has always made me uncomfortable. For the longest time, I couldn’t put my finger on why exactly, but I’ll try to organize my thoughts in this series.  

This post was getting far too long, so I decided to cut it into parts, one per Avenger.


WANDA

Let’s talk about Wanda. 

Wanda, who chooses to join a known terrorist organization to get revenge over Tony in the stupidest plot ever, because, come on. If your parents are killed in a car accident, you’re not going to go kill the car manufacturer in revenge. It’s absurd. It’s insane. It makes no sense whatsoever

But she makes that choice. God only knows how many people she killed during her and Pietro’s time with HYDRA, but she obviously doesn’t give a damn. In fact, her revenge against Tony doesn’t seem to include actually causing him physical harm, but rather…killing as many innocent people over the world as she can? Otherwise, she could have, you know. Killed him at the beginning of Age of Ultron. Instead, she triggered the creation of Ultron, mentally raped and tortured people who’d already been through a shit-ton of trauma, and let loose a creature known to be uncontrollable and highly destructive on hapless civilians. 

And she does. not. care. 

Then, she realizes all of a sudden that, wait! Ultron wants to destroy the world I happen to be a part of. Does that mean I’ll die, too? It must! Nope, that won’t do. Let’s switch sides. 

Then Clint goes and makes her an Avenger, without any consideration for Natasha, his friend and teammate, who had to relive her blood-drenched past, or Bruce, his teammate and friend, whom Wanda forced to massacre innocent civilians, or Tony, his teammate and supposed friend, who went through a hellish vision. Clint, who has experienced mind-control and its consequences before, just welcomes a proven disloyal, murderous witch into the team all on his own. As if all was forgiven and the lives she’d taken didn’t matter. As if the harm she caused wasn’t a problem and should be forgotten just because she suddenly saw the light and really is “just a kid.” 

But she didn’t. 

First, she doesn’t give a crap about the lives lost. She doesn’t give a crap about who lives or dies, and about what she did/caused.  

Second, she’s not a freaking kid. She’s a grown-ass woman of 26, only a few years younger than Steve, and if she’s old enough to drink, fuck and kill, then she’s damn well old enough to take responsibility for the blood she shed. Willingly.

Third, how come Tony has to take responsibility, get reamed out by everyone and still not be forgiven, and atone over and over again for his mistakes (which afterward get used against him on a regular basis by his supposed team), even though he actually tries to get better and fix things, when Wanda, who doesn’t give a shit, gets a free pass? The double-standards when it comes to that are mind-blowing. 

The same thing actually happens after Lagos. Wanda fucks up. And yeah, she was trying to help this time, I won’t deny it. But she did, and people died. And instead of benching her for more training (because while I believe that “lack of control” excuse if absolute bullshit after the mastery of her powers she displayed in Age of Ultron), which should have been Steve’s reaction as “team leader,” Steve gently sits her down and explains that she should forget about those people because “you can’t save everybody.” That the leader of the world’s leading defending force shows such disregard about human life is kinda daunting, don’t you think? 

I can guarantee that, had Tony made such a costly mistake, he’d have been benched faster than you can say “hypocrite.” 

Alright then. 

On to that wonderfully childish “he locked me into my room” affair. 

Tony tries to protect Wanda by keeping her in. Granted, he could have explained it better. Except here’s the deal: Tony has a lot on his plate. On top of this Accords mess, he’s still got a company to his name, which means the livelihoods of thousands of people all over the world to worry about, the Avengers’ gear, PR, and battles to deal with, his Iron Man duties, etc. etc. No doubt both the Lagos incident and Steve’s mess in Bulgaria are running him ragged trying to do damage control not only with Ross, but also with, probably, the press and maybe even the UN. Furthermore, he’s already been physically hurt. 

He simply doesn’t have the time to sit down with Wanda, take her hand, and then explain everything that’s going down, especially given that she’s hostile towards him to begin with, and would probably not listen anyway. 

Vision did try to explain. And she was fine with staying where she was until Clint popped up with his carefully not considered consequences. 

Then you’ll never make me believe that dropping 20+ cars on top of a man—a man in armor, sure, but that doesn’t make it any better, the average weight of a car being 1.5 ton—the way she did wasn’t done with the intention to cause severe physical harm, if not outright death. To me, she saw the opportunity to hurt the man she considered responsible for everything wrong in this world, and took it with relish. 

So here’s the thing. 

Wanda can judge and hate Tony all she wants. But that doesn’t change the fact that were it not for him, she wouldn’t be in America. She wouldn’t have anything to eat, or to wear, or anywhere to sleep. She wouldn’t have a visa (which must have been freaking hard to obtain given that she was a criminal), or shiny toys, or a room bigger than the average family home to be locked in in the first place. 

And it doesn’t change the fact that she has no right to that judgement and hatred while she conveniently refuses to acknowledge that, unlike Tony, who had no idea what was going on, she willingly caused harm to innocent people. 


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Part 2.1: Natasha | Part 2.2: Steve | Part 2.3: Thor | Part 2.4: Bruce | Part 2.5: Clint

       Traits & symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder in Bum

Hello there! I’ve been meaning to do this post for so long, but decided to wait for the season to end instead.

Since so many people have their doubts on whether Bum has an accurate portrayal of BPD or if he even has that disorder, I’ll try to explain that over here as best as I can, coming from an actual person diagnosed with BPD and a psychology student.

We are gonna go through the DSM V criteria along with other traits that I consider worth mentioning.

Please bear with me!

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she-is-made-of-outer-space  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.    

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed. 

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.  

ch. 2

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum 

Word Count: 1263

Warnings: none :)

note: hii everyone! hopefully everyone is having a good day! i’m not feeling too well today but you know what, it’s okay. I will fight through the day! Happy reading everyone and take care of your health! Also, happy easter~  -admin


The darkness of the night overlapped both of us before I was dragged back into the bar. Escaping wasn’t an option for me especially in the hands of these men. They forced me to sit on a chair before introducing themselves individually. I wasn’t surprised to see Jackson and Bambam standing off to the side, looking down upon me like I’ve done something wrong. However, it wasn’t them who caught my attention; it was their ring leader, Jaebum. With his black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his hair swept to the side, I’ve never seen a leader that could be intimidating and attractive at the same time. I tried to suppress my feelings as I watch all seven of them search through my bag.

“There’s nothing on her.” Jinyoung stated, after checking my bag.    

“Great. Leave it there and you,” Jaebum pointed towards me, “Come with me.”

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