perfect!-she's-perfect!

I want to kiss her.

Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.

I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.

—  catlanta23

Through the cosmic kaleidoscope snapshot 

Aries:

Something in her nature is always preparing her for war. It could be with lovers, employers, teachers, or parents. It could be with herself and if she is staging to the world the woman she admires in herself. Her heels thunder through the hallways and she can raise her voice higher than the ceiling. When it comes to self expectation, her standards are quite high. She is not afraid of assertion, protecting her femininity, or defending herself against any force or feature. Every piece of herself that she has built has taken work. Libra may be the White Queen, and indelible charmer seemingly loved by the world. But the Red Queen in Aries is life and aliveness, choking at the excitement of everything, vivid, glorious, spirited, and… bonkers.

Taurus:

Taurus have a talent for beautifying everything they put their hands on, so you can almost imagine their paintbrushes stroking everything in tactile delight and leaving colours behind that nobody has seen before. Even her physical body is a canvas, she can be experimental with personal style, use meditation to create harmonics in her body, create gourmet cuisine and help flowers grow. It is her godly artistry, the substance of her inner world that gives rise to mosaics and masterpieces, the paintbrush hands that spindle thread into gold.

Gemini:

Gemini is rarely hesitant to hide her lack of fasciation or interest with certain people. She has a sophisticated social conduct but this deteriorates when she finds her company bland and tedious. She can abandon long term relationships and friendships without hesitation because she embraces the change of fresh perspectives. Her intellect cannot hide its need to ravage even greater thinkers, and it’s unapologetic in doing so. It’s always about ensuring the mind does not lapse into a mere moment of boredom, because this would mean that the Gemini is left with nothing but billions of thoughts, and they blow up like anxious butterflies.

Cancer:

The Mother Goddess in Cancer is a formidable figure of biological and spiritual activity, the waters that birth and cradle all life. But there is different sort of light or essence in Cancer, one that the inner child refuses to let go of. It is her intimacy with this internal child, the scarab, that gives her the anointed and sacred mother’s touch. The scarab was anciently regarded as a ‘very tiny cosmos’ as it symbolised entrance into the material universe. This ‘tiny cosmos’ is still active inside Cancer. It’s why she can believe that mermaids exist and immerse herself in make believe. It’s why she can enjoy simple pleasures like colouring in and eating cookie dough. Mother and Child divided and reunited by light itself. 

Leo:

The Leo can be so whipped by the crack of the ego that it can be absolutely impossible to accept criticism or failure. The Leo seeks out validation, because love and affection from other people act as a source of nourishment. She needs credit for playing her role with prestige, sometimes openly, and sometimes secretly. These words of acclaim liven her heart and energise her spirit. But this can be fleeting, and only for only a moment. The ego is always flocking close by, waiting to whisper its discouragement or dissatisfaction, hovering with poisonous thoughts that are sure to contaminate any sort of praise she received.

Virgo:

Nothing she ever accomplishes seems good enough for her mind, it slices through her like cutting criticism. The memory of every mistake that she’s ever made inundates her head and sounds like demons cackling. And this pursuit of perfection is ultimately altruistic, she only wants to be perfect so she can be perfect for others, so she can be recognised and praised, so she can hear something other than criticism. This relentless conditioning by her own mind causes her sensitive physical body to respond, she can become trapped in rituals and routine for which she sees no sense, it’s just like a compulsive ceremony to manage the onslaught.

Libra:

Libra is the ruler of the 7th house and the descendant as the sun sets. These shadows begin to dilute the personality, it requires all-consuming social needs and trepidation when faced with isolation. Libra is ultimately energised socially and activated in the pursuit of forming relationships, maintaining contracts, and upholding law. The Libra temperament can be quite unpredictable. They can experience sudden and confusing ruptures of energy that their airy mind is unable to interpret. This is when you see the shaky and tantrum energies of Libra rise from dissatisfied cardinal forces

Scorpio:

Deep down in the halls where Hades rules there is a throne glistening in sea and soul, the throne for the Princess who valiantly guards the threshold with ferocious winds and demons coursing through her hair. The blood of her fought battles tattooed into her skin, her eyes ablaze with the power and prestige of ruling the underworld. That’s no easy task for someone who thought she was a mere girl, the duty of taking souls on journeys and extracting lies and traumas like a psychic surgeon. She oozes magnetism and prowess, her presence is as noticeable as her absence, and in some way she is always watching, observing, and calculating. 

Sagittarius:

She safaris in tourist sites and ancient burial lands, the more I understand about the world she figures, the more I will understand about myself. She spots marks on atlases and sees her own heritage. She hears a language never spoken before but understands everything. She sees her own reflection in the Great Barrier Reef. She feels her heart rise with the sun. She adopts new cultures like her own. Change can be the Sagittarian’s only constant, and as the world spins she madly tries to keep up with it. She can be ravenous when her mind is hungry. She just wants to find her true self so it’s not so empty. 

Capricorn:

It was also Capricorn who is illustrated by the cloaked grim reaper, their melancholy is not romantic, but it carves out a wound in them that summons magnificent healing energy, an intimacy with pain and suffering that is pure wisdom at its core. For this, she has a unique rapport with death, and she hears the reminders of immortality louder than anyone. It’s this mutual understanding that she has established with death that generates her sorcerer’s knowledge, herbs, tonics, and angelic curatives, but also rituals. And this can be why the Capricorn repeatedly or compulsively carries out personal rituals, there is a calling in her being for return to the wind, trees, salt, and sun and once again become the crone.

Aquarius:

Aquarius is the sign of Blue Light Christ Consciousness, they are residents of the mental plane, the realisation of the inner light and kingdom, the awareness of truth and oneness with all beings. The jagged waves of their symbol represent light, not water, and electrical impulses that pass through one another other like telepathy. Aquarius contains this knowing in her jug of water, but she maintains physical form. Like a mermaid, she dwells in mysterious waters, but in true to her airy nature, her head remains in the clouds.

Pisces: 

She wrote a severe contract for earth before incarnating as Pisces. And God knows this, so her support system is rich and active. It’s ensured there are angels, guides, ancestors, and spiritual mentors always on call, this is why so many Pisces make natural spiritualists, healers, witches, and clairvoyants. The 6th sense is how she perceives, feels, knows, and understands the world. The ocean is vast and largely undiscovered, in a spiritual sense it symbolises everything. This is the experience for Pisces. The intensity of containing such spiritual mass is too harsh for a physical body. So the Pisces has many bodies she can swim into.

-C.

Sex with Drunk! Tom would be like

a/n: I don’t know if this is exactly what the anon wanted but I tried. I’m so sorry if don’t correspond to your expectations. I’m really I’m.
And I’m sorry for the grammatical mistakes as usual. Forgive me guys for this poor writing.
Actually forgive me father, I’ve sinned.

• everytime Tom is drunk he wouldn’t be able to stop talking
• he’d talk to every single person on the place he’s Spiderman at least twice
• he’d try to prove it doing a back flip or a side flick
• “Oh my fucking God. Thomas Stanley Holland don’t you dare try to do this”
• and as a good girlfriend you wouldn’t let he precedde with this insanity
• “Here you are. Guys, this is my girl. Isn’t she perfect? She’s so perfect”
• now he’s talking to every single person on the place that you’re his girl
• his dork side would emerge
• a lot of bad puns
• he’d get emotional over the problems of the world and sometimes maybe he’d cry over them (and he’d cry for the purest things in the world like “snakes don’t have arms”)
• Drunk! Tom likes hugs
• a lot
• he’d just hug everyone
• “Tom, give me this beer. I think you should drink some water now and sit a little bit okay?”
• “No, I’m going to dance.”
• Don’t try to argue bc hardly it’s going to listen (Drunk! Tom do whatever the fuck he wants unless it’s something that’s going to make him break a bone *of someone else*)
• even drunk he’s such a good dancer tho
• you wouldn’t be able to stop looking at the way his curly hair fall down on his face and at how beautiful his smile is
• he’d ask you to dance with him
• actually he’d drag you to the dance floor
• again don’t try to fight on this with him bc Drunk! Tom do almost what the fuck he wants
• everything would be fun and games until a sexy song begins to play
• the sexual tension would start with you running your fingers by his arms (oh lord, Tom’s arms I can’t handle) until you rest your hand on his neck tangling your fingers in the hair on the back of his head
• he’d shiver under your touch and that would make you bite your lips
• his hands would be in your waist and his eyes would be filled with lust
• you’d start to move your hips in the beat of the song and would let a soft kiss on his jaw so he’d grab your waist to pull you even closer
• one of his hands would hold your chin as he pass the thumb on your lips
• he defiantly didn’t expect for you to suck it so he’d let a throaty moan escape
• turing you around, Tom would pull you close enough to his chest be stuck on your back
• Drunk! Tom gets excited so much easier and at this point you’d feel his boner and why not tease him more?
• you’d start to moving your hips slowly up and down making him groan
• he’d move one of his hands to your throat and would start to kiss your neck
• you’d moan with one particular kiss on your sweet spot and he’d be able to feel the vibration through his hand
• that would let him even harder if it’s possible
• until the end of the music you’d provoke this poor baby without pity
• but as it ended he’d grab you by the hand and would take you to the most dark and hidden place
• before you even have time to ask what’s wrong he’d kiss you so hard
• he’d would raise on of your thighs to his hips and pull him even closer to your body
• he’d move his lips to your neck filling the hole area with kisses
• “Tom, you’re drunk. This is not a good idea. What if someone caught us?”
• “Darling, that is half of the fun”
• and with that phrase he’d turn you around and pull your underwear down in like three seconds
• his fingers would be stroking you making whimper
• as soon as he thought you’re wet enough for him (bc even out of his normal conscious state of mind he would always put your pleasure and comfort in first place) he’d take off his fingers of inside you
• and he’d suck his fingers just to feel your delicious taste
• he’d slowly penetrate inside you while grab your arm and bite your shoulder to hold a moan
• as he starts to thrust against you he’d start to moan and groan louder
• “Tom, we can’t keep going if you don’t be quiet.”
• now he’s biting your neck so hard to make sure he can drown any sound
• with one hand he’d rub your clit and with the other he’d play with your boobs
• he wouldn’t stop saying “I love you” and moan your name on your ear
• one of your hands would fly to his hair as soon you’d feel your walls clenching against his dick and the other would crave your nails on his arm
• that would be enough to make Tom cum inside you moaning your name *really loud*
• still shaking bc of your orgasm you’d have trouble to fix the clothes of both of you since Tom is drunk and can’t do that alone
• “Baby, I think I’m drunk. Let’s go home”
• #ProtectDrunk!TomFromTheWorld

  • Pelor: What does she mean to you?
  • Keyleth: I told you that I was faithless, which might be true when it comes to the gods. But not with Vex'ahlia. Not with Vox Machina. She gives me my power.
  • Scanlan: Her name is Vex, and she is greedy, and mean sometimes, and she can steal a lot. She's a little bit - not the greatest person. But - her flaws highlight everything that is right about her. Which is, she does all these things to protect her friends and family. She would give her life for any of us, and for anyone who was truly in need. She's not perfect, but she's the most perfect of all of us.
  • Grog: She believes in me. She tries to teach me to use my brain, which I don't do very often. Tries to teach me to learn from the world. And she always cheers me on, which not a lot of people do. I believe in her.
  • Pike: I don't have a real sister. But I consider her more of my sister than I've ever had. She's family.
  • Pike: And if you take her from me - **there will be hell to pay**.
  • Percival: She is Mistress of the Grey Hunt of Whitestone, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone. She is my heart, and my judgement, and the future that I have chosen. And she is the one - that I have betrothed to.
  • Vax'ildan: She is every hope I have. When I am gone, she will make the world right. She has the intelligence and the savviness and the heart to make real-world decisions. She is me, but better. She is your champion.

Virgo - Living Optic Illusionary 

She can have glass in her eyes, cracked shards from shattered ideals, false images of perfection that occluded her reflection. There is extreme pressure in Virgo to prove herself and her talents beyond all expectation. She is a perfectionist in the sense she checks the spelling twice or the date for fear of seeming ignorant. She ultimately desires to serve others, but she can become so absorbed by her own thoughts and compulsions. Nothing she ever accomplishes seems good enough for her mind, it slices through her like cutting criticism. The memory of every mistake that she’s ever made inundates her head and sounds like demons cackling. And this pursuit of perfection is ultimately altruistic, she only wants to be perfect so she can be perfect for others, so she can be recognised and praised, so she can hear something other than criticism. This relentless conditioning by her own mind causes her sensitive physical body to respond, she can become trapped in rituals and routine for which she sees no sense, it’s just like a compulsive ceremony to manage the onslaught. And it can be so sad because she has such pretty eyes. Often mercury almond with hints of green, darting like arrows shooting into a white sky. But these eyes can be inflamed and burning at the sight of things, every crack in her environment is another opening where the demons can enter and remind her of her failings. As we enter the following sign of Libra the zodiac focuses on balance. So it’s possible that before this state of equilibrium in Libra we experience the extreme detriment of inner balance in Virgo, a state of chaos and mental madness where thoughts possess the body and life becomes a routine state of self destruction. Virgo cannot nurture herself with self talk. But it’s a skill that she must activate, the compassion of the Great Mother resides in Virgo, and she needs to direct this compassion onto herself. She hears the critical thoughts even when they are absent, she fills empty spaces in her mind with the criticism she assumes to be there. The mind is her cradle of expertise and a dose of poison. It’s her captor and her healer. Virgo, being the alchemists need to recognise this contamination, this unnatural substance that inflames her body and her anxiety.

-C.

[kurtis rykoven art] 

Our First Time (smut)

She felt the cool metal of the cabinet drawers hit her back, his long fingers weaving through her loose blonde strands. Was it possible to die from ecstasy? If so, what a way to go. His lips trailed a path from her neck to her collar bone as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even tighter against her body.

Her hands moved to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but they were quickly knocked out of the moment by an obnoxiously loud banging on the door of the trailer.

“Is that your mom!?” Jughead ripped away from his sexy girlfriend and pulled his shirt back on, heading for the door.

She hadn’t witnessed the whole interaction, just the exchange of jackets and his surprised face when she called his name. Heading back into the trailer, Betty started to gather her things, leaving Jughead to speak to his new “friends”. She had to get out of here, what was she thinking? Hanging around Serpent territory after everything that had happened in the past month. Buttoning her jacket and searching for her bag she hardly registered Jughead walking towards her, she never even heard him speak her name. She jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder

“Betty..” he started before she cut him off

“I should go. It’s late, It’s not too far from here.. I’ll walk, the fresh air will be good for me.” She moved towards the door but he quickly put his hand out to stop her

“You’re not going out there on your own, talk to me. Let’s talk about this.” He begged, his hands playing with the buttons on her jacket.

“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.” She wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she did when she was bidding from someone, it made Jughead heart ache to see her hide herself from him.

“Nothing’s been decided, it’s just a stupid jacket. It doesn’t matter, you matter, we matter” he emphasized the we as she stepped back finally getting a look at him in the jacket.

Fuck. It was sexy as hell.

Obviously not the criminalistic activities tagged along with the logo but the way the jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders, his tossled black hair falling in his face, as he stared at her with wide, scared eyes. This was still Jughead, this was still the boy who had declared his love for her a mere minutes ago, the boy who had made her ache in places she didn’t know possible. He was still her Jughead, just an incredibly sexy version.

His eyes ducked to meet hers before she mumbled under her breath

“Screw it”

The long pink peacoat hit the ground in seconds flat and before Jughead could even catch his balance, Betty was wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair before running over the swirly snake emblazed on his back.

“I want you” She growled into his ear, her hands pulling the leather from his body as they stumbled into his bedroom.

Jughead pulled back, looking into his girlfriends glazed and lust filled eyes as she pulled off her tank top , revealing the lacy pink bra he had admired a few minutes ago. As he stared down at the perfect specimen laying on her back on his old mattress, he couldn’t think of his father or the Southside or his future, all he could think of was being with Betty completely, showing their love in the most absolute way.

“Are you sure?” He asked quickly, his own shirt now laying on the floor as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes

“Never been so sure” she whispered

That was all it took for him to dive into her, lifting her by the hips and tugging her into the headboard, his jeans hanging loose on his hips while she unzipped her skirt letting him tug it all the way down his fingers tracing her long smooth legs. She whined from above him, her hands reaching for him, he dragged his palms the entire length of her body and moaned when she pressed her chest into his hands

“Right there” she let out on a breathy sigh, he glanced up to find her eyes closed as he quickly disposed of her bra, taking the time to admire her breasts before letting his inexperienced fingers wander, by the way she sighed he assumed he was doing something right. Betty could feel how excited he was digging into her thigh

“Protection, do you have it?” She asked dazed as he pulled something from the side drawer

“Never thought this would happen, dad wanted me to be prepared just in case. Never imagined it’d be with you, only dreamed it” he mumbled against her neck, grinding into her, his soft cotton boxers causing friction with the lace of her panties.

She watched as he pulled the condom on, and slowly pulled the lace away, staring intently at something she was certain he had never seen before. Her eyes took in all of him, once he finished he looked up at her with unsure eyes

“I love you Jughead Jones, no matter what you are, who you become. I love you” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him inside of her. She winced at the pain, it hurt more than she expected, but hearing the deep guttural groan of her normally composed boyfriend, eased the ache a bit.

“I love you. God I love you” he moaned into her neck, pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow. It al happened so fast she wasn’t even sure when she had hit her high, only coming down from it just in time to see Jugheads eyes roll back and his shoulders shake. He slumped beside her, dragging her into his side and peppering kisses to her hair

“Thankyou, I love you. That was.. did I hurt you? Was it awful..” he trailed off suddenly stiffening as he tried to pull away.

Betty shook her head quickly, pulling him back down and nuzzling against his bare chest
“It was perfect. Absolutely perfect” she whispered and smiled when she felt him sigh in relief.

“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t join the serpents, I’ll… I’ll figure something else out” his hands played with her sweaty strands.

Betty sighed softly
“You do what you have to do. I meant what I said, I love you Jughead, no matter what you are, I’m going to love you.” She turned her cheek to look at him and went breathless at the intense look of love in his eyes.

“Besides” she continued, a teasing smirk on her face “we’ll finally be the real Romeo and Juliet you’re always talking about” she giggled.

Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling the covers tighter around the couple

“Except no one dies, alright?.”

Betty yawned, slowly closing her eyes

“Deal” she whispered before both the love sick teens fell into their dreams.

Through The Cosmic Kaleidoscope Snapshot

Aries:
Something in her nature is always preparing her for war. It could be with lovers, employers, teachers, or parents. It could be with herself and if she is staging to the world the woman she admires in herself. Her heels thunder through the hallways and she can raise her voice higher than the ceiling. When it comes to self expectation, her standards are quite high. She is not afraid of assertion, protecting her femininity, or defending herself against any force or feature. Every piece of herself that she has built has taken work. Libra may be the White Queen, and indelible charmer seemingly loved by the world. But the Red Queen in Aries is life and aliveness, choking at the excitement of everything, vivid, glorious, spirited, and… bonkers.

Taurus:

Taurus have a talent for beautifying everything they put their hands on, so you can almost imagine their paintbrushes stroking everything in tactile delight and leaving colours behind that nobody has seen before. Even her physical body is a canvas, she can be experimental with personal style, use meditation to create harmonics in her body, create gourmet cuisine and help flowers grow. It is her godly artistry, the substance of her inner world that gives rise to mosaics and masterpieces, the paintbrush hands that spindle thread into gold.

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Time For a Little Break

Characters/Pairing: MOC!Dean x Female!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut, safe sex (this is not a warning, more like an advice), oral - female receiving, tiny bit of angst if you squint but none really, and fluff.

Summary: Dean’s feelings for you are the only thing holding him to the ground, aware of it you decide to do something about it.

A/N: This is the first thing I write in a long time that’s not for a challenge or a request of any type. Beta’d by the beautiful Kris aka @kdfrqqg . If you’re not already I will strongly suggest you follow her… NOW, go. Click the follow button I can wait. 

There’s a little spanish in there, translation at the bottom.

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Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman


Time for a little break


From across the table, Y/N glanced at him again, a slight smile formed on her plump lips. Dean knew that she did it unconsciously, just because she caught him staring every time she moved her gaze from the laptop screen to the yellow notepad or to one of the books around her. He tried not to do it, he really did, but the way her brow frowned in concentration typing everything away, how she scratched her head and move of her silky hair from one side of her face to the other or the expressions she made while having some inside conversation with herself. Dean found everything Y/N did absolutely mesmerizing.

She leaned back against the chair letting out an exasperating sigh bringing both her knees to her chest hugging herself tight as she dropped her head, her forehead meeting her knees.

“You look like you need a beer,” Dean finally said. She strained her neck up to look at him and nodded rubbing down her trapezius.

“And maybe an aspirin… or better yet, do we have any ibuprofen?” she asked, showing a flinching pain on her face.

“Yeah, I have some,” he told her and left her alone on the bunker’s library to go the kitchen.

When he returned, he found her talking on the phone. He placed the beer bottle in front of her and the small pills; she gratefully smiled at him and continued with her conversation.

“Si.  De acuerdo, señora.” She nodded though the person on the other side of the line couldn’t see her. “Está bien, la veremos mañana. Por la mañana, si.  Usted también. ¡Que tenga una Buena tarde!” *

She hung up, dropping her phone on top of the pile of papers, and popped the pills in her mouth chasing them down with a big chug of beer.  It still surprised him how well she could speak Spanish and French, and even some German was sexy.

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But what if Betty was new to town and she was a lone wolf just like Jughead? Can these two come together to help fix the damage done onto them by others?
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It was…. different.

The town was small. it was small and it was quiet, very different to the busy Harlem streets she was used to, it unnerved her. Nothing was supposed to be this perfect, she had learned perfection always came with a cost. What was the cost exactly? Well …she was gonna find out.

Her father had always said “mystery calls to you Elizabeth Cooper, you can either choose to answer it or leave it ringing.” Smiling at the thought of her father, she shifted the suitcase in her hands. He had been a good man, Loved her more than anything, and would do anything for his family. Which he did.

“Elizabeth?” She looked up at the sound of her mothers voice, she had a questioning look on her face and reached out to place a palm to her forehead “are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

Betty shook her mothers hand off
“I’m fine, just thinking.”

Her mother never pressed her, she had learned that the hard way a while back, it wasn’t wise to question Betty, it would just set her back and she would lose it. Sure maybe it was immature but she figured she deserved a little leniancy.

“Were here.” The beautifully put together blonde woman smiled at her equally beautiful daughter.
The house was huge, it was massive. Her eyes instantly zeroed in on the room up top with the bay window. She felt a hand being placed on her arm “you can have that room.” She smiled gratefully to her mom. Taking a deep breathe, she steeled her shoulders and gripped her suitcase
“Well, what are we waiting for?Ready to enter the belly of the beast?”

Rolling her eyes and smiling, Alice cooper led Betty through the doors. Looking around Betty felt herself smile for the first time in hours. The walls were a dreamy white and the furniture was rustic and beautiful, everything was simple and clean. It was perfect.
“Now I know, it’s very big for just the two of us, but you’re father wanted us to have it. We were all going to move in here together.. it’s what… I” choking up Alice took a deep breathe and excused herself, Betty knew that meant she needed to cry. Feeling the guilt rip her stomach, Betty ran up the stairs to look at her new room.

Shit.

It was huge and roomy, painted a light yellow, her favorite color. She closed her eyes and angled her head to the sky, swallowing a lump in her throat. He knew she would’ve wanted this room, he painted it for her, her drawings and paintings were hung on the wall in beautiful frames. Thank you dad.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she started unpacking her suitcase. She only had one suitcase for all of her things, they didn’t have much back home, all of her dresses and shoes fit into the one large rolling bag.

Suddenly she heard music from outside her window, her curiosity peaking, she looked through the shifty curtains. It was two boys, a redheaded one was facing her playing a guitar in the house directly across from hers and a dark haired boy facing away, all she could make out was the gray beanie. Great her neighbors were boys her age, she just knew her mother was going to want to introduce them. Suddenly the music stopped and the boys looked to be packing up, getting ready to go out she assumed.

As she continued unpacking, she pulled out her sketch book and pencils with an unenthused “ta da.” Gripping the book to her chest, she made her way downstairs.
“Mom I’m going out to explore, I’ll be home in a few hours.” She called Into the living room.

“Okay honey, try and make some friends!”

She rolled her eyes uttering,“ no promises” before she shut the front door.

Where should she go? What did people do around her?

After about twenty minutes of wandering she came across an old fashioned diner. Perfect. She could shack up in a back booth and work on some of her drawings.

As soon as she entered the diner, she spotted a familiar beanie. It was the boy next door. And he was…

Staring at her. Hard.

Choosing to ignore his gaze, she moved to the booth diagonal to his, he was typing on a laptop, a coffee by his side and his sleeves rolled up.
He really was quite attractive, his wavy long hair underneath that ridiculous hat, the piercing blue eyes she felt staring into her shoulder, and the absolutely sinful Lips.
Okay Betty, get a grip. She smiled to herself shaking her head slightly and moving back to her sketches.

Meanwhile Jughead was struggling to control his straying thoughts. Never had a girl stolen his attention like this, sure she was beautiful, actually she was absolutely gorgeous. All silky blonde hair, long tan legs and bright green eyes, but there was something else, something about her made it impossible to look away. She was the type of girl you write stories about, fortunately for him, he wrote stories more than he breathed.

Suddenly archie was sliding into the booth across from him “check out the new girl, she is something to look at right? I’m pretty sure she’s my new neighbor. The coopers. It’s just her and her mom.” Coincidentally the smell of gossip brought the one and only Veronica lodge to his once comfortably secluded booth.

“Total smoke show for sure. But rumor has it her dad was murdered in front of her. My sources tell me that’s why they moved here.” Veronica looked over to the blonde frowning. “Poor thing.”

Jughead hated rumors, they pissed him off, especially about the girl he felt an unexplainable connection with. “How do you even know anything about her Veronica? She moved here this morning, don’t go spreading rumors until you get it from the actual source. That girl.” He said with a nudge of his head.

Veronica was unphased by his icy tone, raising a brow “so that’s your type hmm? Well let’s go chat her up, shall we?” She stood and wiped her skirt as Jughead desperately tried to get her to stay
“Veronica! No! Leave her alone” he whispered panicked.

“Oh relax jugs, I’m just going to be polite.” And she was gone, already halfway to The beautiful blonde.

Both of the boys at the table watched as Veronica spoke to the mysterious new girl. About two minutes later she came back to the table smiling
Archie looked at her expectantly “so?”

She just smiled again “I asked her to come sit with us and she pretty much shot me down. No. not pretty much. She definitely shut me down.”

Jughead looked confused “and that’s making you smile because..?”

Veronica laughed “she’s awesome, totally reminds me of you Jughead, except for the fact that she seems like she’s totally cool, no offense. She said she preferred to work on her art alone, people were a distraction, but when she finished her sketches , she would come join us.”

Jughead glanced over at her again. He was the exact same way, whenever he was writing something new he had to have complete focus and silence.

After two burgers and four chapters, he felt a shift at the table. Looking up expecting to see Archie, he started speaking

“Dude, I don’t think…” his eyes caught on the beautiful bright green ones staring back at him and giggling.

“I haven’t been called dude in a very long time, I mean I’ll take it, but most people call me Betty.” She gently placed her sketch book on the table and jughead resisted the urge to grab it and flip through the pages.
Apparently he could no longer speak, that ability was now gone from his life.
She seemed to take his silence as a bad thing, and quickly started playing with her fingers
“Your friend.. Veronica? I think it was. She invited me to come sit, I totally understand if you’re busy, do you write?”

The simple question seemed to Knock him out of his stupor. “Uh.. yes. I write stories, I’m currently working on one regarding riverdales secrets.” He mumbled out

Her eyes lit up and she leaned over the table slightly “I’ve been wondering about all the things This little town has to hide. Can I read it when you’re done. I’m always down for a mystery.”
He smiled at her enthusiasm
“I’ll let you read it, if you let me look at your drawings” he said confidently.

She placed an open palm over her notebook and stuck her free hand out, wiggling her finger tips
“You got a deal….?”

“Jughead. Jughead jones.” He prepared himself for the ridicule that always came with his first name. But she just smiled warmly

“You got a deal Jughead jones”

As soon as their hands touched, he felt an unfamiliar tingle, no way , this was not some teen romance, this was riverdale. This was him.
He looked into her eyes to see if she felt it as well, sure enough she was staring at their joined hands wide eyed.

“Well look who’s getting all cozy. I told you Jughead, she’s just like you. Only cooler.”

Kevin, Veronica and Archie were all standing over the diner table and smiling at the pair, pulling his hand away he whispered for only Betty to hear

“Welcome to the Scooby gang Velma.”

Should I be friends with the Daedric Prince?

Azura: She’s super pretty, and Instagram famous, but if you don’t reply to her messages in like ten minutes she will not just unfriend you. She will actively libel your account and everyone will listen to her, because damn, that’s Azura.

Boethiah: You might think those snarky insults on your photos about how terrible your make up is is really just an edgy joke. You’re wrong.

Clavicus Vile: Sure, he’s a brat and everyone knows it, but he’s fucking loaded man. Maybe he really does piss you off and maybe he says his dog dresses better than you, but for the money? You can take it.

Hermaeus Mora: Yes, he’s great at pub quizzes and will even let you use his burn books, but he always asks for a weird favour in return. Is it really worth it?

Hircine: All he ever posts is pictures of him posing with dead animals. It’s kind of weird and unsettling, you should probably wait until he gets a new hobby… He’ll never get a new hobby.

Malacath: Malacath will beat up all your bullies. But you’ll have no friends. It’ll just be you and him forever.

Mehrunes Dagon: You’ll need to be careful not to cut yourself on that edge. He’s angstier than a sit com teenager. Sometimes you think about asking why, then you remember - fuck that.

Mephala: She’ll be your bff, the nicest chick you’ll ever know, until one day she accidentally texts the wrong number and you find out she’s actually behind that hate page of you.

Meridia: She’s perfect, so perfect that she will judge every little thing you say. You know when you’re with her you’ll never feel content.

Molag Bal: Why would you even. Get some self respect. He’ll talk shit to your face then expect you to come around and do his nails.

Namira: Sure, she’s supportive, but there’s always this bad smell around her. Even just her texts smell like poop. You’re pretty sure she hasn’t showered in like, ten years. Also her favourite movie is Shrek.

Nocturnal: Nobody really knows who she is, or if she’s ever actually there. She never talks, never shows up as online. But every once in a blue moon, just as you start to forget she exists, she’ll suddenly like one of your statuses.

Peryite: He’s always ill, like constantly. He never makes it to anything. And he’s always diagnosing you with things. No, Peryite, I do not have the bubonic plague, and no, you are not a doctor.

Sanguine: Sanguine likes to party, and sure. It’s fun, but it’s also tiring. Then he starts making passes at you and one thing leads to another and it’s just awkward. Mainly because he seems to completely forget anything ever happened. Also he’ll clog your notifications. No, I mean really. That’s not an innuendo.

Sheogorath: You know that one person who is soooo random? Sheogorath will comment on your posts with “rawr”, you won’t even last a damn day.

Jyggalag: He will personally come to your house to tell you your parting isn’t straight. On one hand, it’s useful for if you need to go out. On the other hand, the second you mess your hair up, even if you’ve just fallen asleep, he’ll be all there like “ dude I got u a comb”

Vaermina: You woke up, saw someone at the end of your bed watching you from the shadows and you invited them to movie night? Did the spiders crawling out of her eyeballs not give you a bad impression?

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2

“Fine! Go then, you think I’m not used to everyone leaving? I thought you were smarter than that Betty” Jughead was being excruciatingly harsh and he knew that, but right now, in this moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care

Betty physically shivered at his clipped tone, her eyes dripping thick rain drop shaped tears
“I don’t want to leave you Jughead, don’t you get that? Can’t you see I have no choice?” She was practically whimpering, begging him to tell her to stay, begging him to tell her she mattered to him.

But he didn’t

He just snorted “ listen Betty, I’m used to having no one, it’s nothing new. So don’t act like you have no choice, I’ll just go back to having no one, it makes no difference to me.” He shrugged carelessly.

“You had me!” She shouted now, startling Jughead and he took a step back at the volume of her voice , she shook her head and looked into his eyes, her red rimmed ones shining with unshed tears. “You had me” she said in something close to a whisper “you had me, and I would have done anything for you, because I love you, because I was happy to be your girlfriend, but I can’t do this anymore. I would give up anything to change it, but I can’t. Don’t you need me Jughead? Don’t you need me like I need you.” She whispered moving closer to him

He wanted to say Yes. Yes of course I need you, you’re everything to me, you can’t leave me, stay here, stay with me. But instead he ripped his eyes from hers and looked away.

“I don’t need anyone.” He vaguely heard her sob, when he glanced up she had a hand to her mouth and was grabbing her back pack from the ground

“Goodbye Jughead.”

He watched her walk away, shoulders slumped and ponytail swinging, looking through the window at pops he saw Veronica grab the beautiful blonde and wrap her in her arms.

Turning around quickly he made his way home, he was about half way there when he noticed the dampness of his cheeks. “Fuck” he yelled slamming his hand into the hard metal trash can. Why couldn’t he tell her? Why couldn’t he just tell her to stay, he wanted too, it was all he wanted but he couldn’t. Images of his mother walking out the front door, hand clutched around his little sisters as he screamed, begged her to stay, don’t go! You can’t leave me!
His mother was the last woman he ever told he loved, he vowed that was it, no one was gonna have control of him like that, make him hurt that bad.

Slamming into the trailer he and his dad shared, he was surprised to find Archie lounging on his couch, balancing a basketball in his hands. “Veronica texted me, I figured you could use a friend, wanna play one on one?” Jughead smiled weakly, no matter what went down between the two, they were always there for each other, they were brothers, that would never change.
***

She didn’t even want to go to school, she practically begged her mother to let her take a personal day, that didn’t go over well

“Elizabeth, Cooper woman do not let men define us, and we definitely do not let them get in the way of our education. You will go to school with your head held high, besides I promised Marcy James you would tutor that brat of hers during your free period.” She threw the light blue dress at her and headed out of her bedroom.

Fixing her ponytail, and zipping her dress she looked in the mirror

Perfect

Too perfect, she was too perfect and that’s why Jughead didn’t want her, why couldn’t she just be like the other girls, with their messy buns and dirty sweatpants? She ran a hand under the elastic in her hair and let a few pieces fall out and into her face. Staring at her reflection, her palms twitched and her chest felt tight, growling she re did her right pony tail pushing all the strands back into place. She couldn’t do it.

Veronica was by her door as soon as she went outside,

“Where’s Smithers?” Betty said teasingly
Veronica just rolled her eyes “walking is good for you, I have to get my cardio in somehow.“she linked her arm with Betty’s and started towards school. Halfway to school Kevin joined the group. As the trio made it to the front doors, Betty took a deep breathe closing her eyes

"Give him a chance Betty, he may surprise you.” She turned to Veronica who just squeezed her hand before walking in. Kevin pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, “I’m with you girl.”

School went by so slow she thought she was in a movie, she hadn’t seen her boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend all day. Instead of the relief she thought she would feel she actually felt more anxious, was he okay? Did he come to school? Did he get home okay last night? Her train of thought was quickly broken by the sight of Jughead looking a mess.

His Beanie was half off his head and his flannel was buttoned wrong, his eyes were bloodshot and she noticed the bright red marks on his knuckles. He caught her eyes almost instantly. The way he looked at her was so intense she had to look away, she turned on her heels and practically sprinted down the hallway. Tears taking control of her completely. No, she wouldn’t cry in front of him, not again.

He watched her run away, slamming his head into the locker, idiot he was an idiot. An idiot with too much baggage, she was better off without him.
“You okay buddy?” He recognized his red headed friends voice but kept his head against the locker. He felt Archie lean against the locker next to his. “She’s not your mom Jughead.” Jughead snapped up now standing in front of him glaring at him. “What did you say to me?”

Archie rolled his eyes
“I’m not afraid of you jug, You may not think so but I know you better than you know yourself. She loves you, she doesn’t wanna be without you, but she’s also a human being and she’s been hurt, unfortunately I’m the one who did it, that day I told her I didn’t love her, she said "I’ll never put all of my love into someone who doesn’t love me back again.” That’s why she left, she’s protecting herself.“

Jughead stared at him, holy shit. He was treating Betty the way Archie had, he didn’t even realize it, what a fucking idiot.
"I love her, I love her more than anything. I can’t..I’m gonna.” Shaking his head Jughead threw his backpack at Archie “I’ll see you later arch.. oh and .. thanks.”

Archie just watched him sprint off, laughing he swung Jugheads backpack on his other shoulder.

He found her about halfway home from school , Veronica chatting her ear off while Kevin texted someone, she still looked so broken he wanted to kick himself.

“Betty!” He called out, all three friends turned around and Veronica immediately stood in front of Betty
“Oh no way! You better take ten steps back James dean wannabe, Betty is not in the mood for anymore games.”

Kevin had his hands around Betty’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“I’m not playing games, Betty please, let me talk to you, green eyes I..” she just shook her head, tears springing to her eyes at the nickname.

“Leave me alone Jughead” she turned around.

“I can’t!” He called, pushing past Veronica and Kevin and standing in front of her. Betty refused to meet his eyes.
“Please” she whispered “please just leave me alone” she choked out.
“I can’t do that Betty” Jughead said back a fierce determination she had never heard caused her to look up in anger
“Why?! Why not?!”
“Because I love you!”

The distinct gasps of Veronica and Kevin went unaknowledged as Betty stared up at him
“Wh..what?”

Jughead smiled, taking her cheek in his hand

“I love you Betty Cooper, I love you so much that it hurts. You found me when I lost myself, when everything was falling apart, you were there, I would have to be an idiot not to be in love with you. You were right bets, I do need you. So much.” With that he dropped his mouth to hers, taking in the familiar feeling of his home, his everything. She was everything.

She pulled away, tears falling and the brightest smile he had seen in his life. She was beautiful, he couldn’t understand how he got to love her. But he did. And he was never giving that up.

“I love you Jughead, you’ve got me, for as long as you want me.” He dropped his forehead to hers

“Forever.” He whispered against her lips.

I don’t think whovians from the eleven and twelve doctors realize how hard it was for the first fans of Rose when she left.

I know a lot of people don’t like her now, mostly because they loved Amy or Clara first (or even Martha or Donna), but Rose was perfect for us. 

Originally posted by jasonbulls

She was perfect with Nine, and she was perfect with Ten (which was quite unexpected you know because how can a character be perfect in a ship when the other character literally changes his face ?). She was “normal”. She didn’t have any big dream, didn’t know what to do with her life, had a real mom and fell in love with a guy from space. She was us.

And then, she left.

Originally posted by fidelisfortis

Honestly I cried for days and couldn’t stand Martha at first (totally not Martha’s fault). I couldn’t imagine my perfect perfect ship was broken before it actually happened.

And then she CAME BACK.

One episode after another, we had signs that she were on her way. We had signs that she was going to find her doctor again. We got hope.

And she appeared. For the last time. And then she left again with a simili doctor.

And we never got to hear about her after that. Like she never happened. We never got to hear about Martha and Donna and Mickey and Jack after that… (except for the anniversary of course… in which Rose wasn’t even Rose… I still cried when I saw her)

Originally posted by lauristons

And the doctor got a “wife” in 5 seconds while we didn’t even get a complete “I love you” after 2 seasons.

We were quite a lot to stop after that. Stop watching the show I mean. Because Eleven was a stranger. He wasn’t like Nine, he wasn’t like Ten, he was his own doctor with his own companions. Doesn’t really matter (for the show) because new fans came.

I watched Eleven. Mostly because I loved this show once so I couldn’t stop like that. I couldn’t watch Twelve. The only companion I really loved from Eleven’s era was Rory (and it was kinda hard because he kept dying). I couldn’t watch more about people I didn’t care about.

So I guess each fan has his own doctor, his own companions… but please, stop complaining about “Rose shippers”, “Rose fans”, “Tennant fans” etc… If you didn’t watch the show during this period, you don’t get to complain about us. Because you just don’t understand us. You don’t understand what was doctor who for us. The same way we stopped understanding it (for the ones who stopped of course) so we don’t get to complain about what it is now.