plus looks how gorgeous she is

College!RFA (MC/Reader x Everyone)

Prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick, make out with me!” Just for fun—what would happen if the MC did this the first time she met the members of the RFA (plus V/Saeran/Rika and a certain guest star who doesn’t want to be here)? College!AU. Content warning: Saeran’s is slightly suggestive.

Yoosung fights the immediate urge to panic. Girl, his mind blares, his body on red alert. Female human, female human. A gorgeous female human, right there in front of him, asking to kiss him. He doesn’t know how to kiss a girl. He doesn’t even know how to talk to a girl. But. You’re standing there, looking pleadingly up at him, and—well, darn it all. He yanks you close—oops, a bit too hard, sorry—and blushes as you stumble into his chest. Before he can lose his courage, he swoops in, and—just about breaks your front teeth from the force of your mouths smashing together. It takes a while to calm him down, assuring him that you’re fine and waving away his frantic apologies, and by the end you’re giggling helplessly at how adorably flustered he is. Maybe we can try that again? you suggest, any thoughts of your ex fading from your mind as you smile at how quickly Yoosung nods. He leans down towards you, holding you gently. And this time, it’s perfect.

Zen can hardly believe his luck. He’d been eyeing you the whole night, hoping you’d look his way and posing dramatically by the bar just in case you did. He knows he looks beautiful tonight (even more beautiful than usual, anyway), and he thanks all his lucky skin care routines when you suddenly come rushing over to him, whispering about some ex and asking him to kiss you. I’ll kiss you, he says, smiling, in exchange for one thing. You look up at him, wide-eyed and beseeching. Yes, you say, what is it? Zen grins, and leans down. Another kiss. His grin widens at the way you blush, and he pulls you in. He kisses you. Again. And again. And again. By the time he’s done, your ex is long forgotten.

Jumin is wary at first, thinking you must be like one of the women constantly circling his father, here for his money or status or some position in the company. But then he notices your ex prowling a few feet away from you, his eyes dark and predatory, and Jumin feels a sudden flare of protectiveness he’s never felt for anyone except Elizabeth the 3rd before. Jumin looks back at you, loosening his tie as he considers the way you bite your lip and look imploringly up at him. The goal is to make him jealous, right? he says to you. To show him that you’ve moved on to someone else? You nod, and then Jumin smirks in a way that shoots tingles down your spine. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. Let’s show him, then. That he doesn’t matter anymore. And you do show him, kissing Jumin until your lips are swollen and your breath is unsteady and your ex is long gone.

Seven grins and makes some stupid joke that you can barely even hear over the pounding bass of the music. So he repeats the joke, louder this time, when you take another step towards him. You ask him to kiss you again, and in response he fires off another joke. And another. And another. It takes several really bad jokes and outdated memes before you realize that his ears are bright red, and that you’ve all but backed him up into the wall. You’ve all but forgotten your initial goal, your ex pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on this ridiculous embarrassed goofball of a boy in front of you. He’s still grinning a little nervously, opening his mouth to undoubtedly crack another bad joke, when you grab him by the collar and yank him down. By the time you’re done, his face is as red as his hair, and his mouth is hanging open, speechless. But then he says, Well, that was nice—want a kiss from me this time? You nod eagerly—only to watch as Seven pulls a Hershey kiss from his pocket and grins like a madman (who carries chocolate in their jackets, like why?), and you groan before pulling him down for another actual kiss to shut him up.

Jaehee never even wanted to come to this party. She’s tired, and stressed, and has three papers that she hasn’t started on top of the internship application she has to submit—and now there’s this girl in front of her that she doesn’t know, talking about some ex she has and asking Jaehee to kiss her. In any other set of circumstances, Jaehee never would’ve kissed someone she didn’t even know. But now, she snaps—she’s stressed, and upset, and if can’t watch Zen DVDs at home then she’ll at least kiss this gorgeous stranger, darn it! It’s all very quick and overwhelming but nice, and by the time she pulls away you’re both panting. She goes scarlet, slowly regaining her senses, but you’re smiling like a fool and so very lovely. And when you pull her in for another kiss, Jaehee thinks that maybe the endless stress that is her life can be good for something, after all.

V is confused and embarrassed at first, lowering his camera (he brings that thing everywhere okay he’s a sensitive soul) as you come bounding over to him. But once he understands, he shakes his head very gently and tells you that kissing him won’t make you feel any better about your ex. You stare at him, baffled, as he sits you down on the couch and starts making complex metaphors and analogies involving the sun and a bunch of other celestial beings in an effort to get you to value and cherish yourself more. You don’t know in what universe there would exist a college boy who would rather talk to a girl about philosophy and art than have a free chance at making out with her, but one things for sure: this boy is precious, and must be protected.

Rika is sympathetic to your situation immediately. She knows a little bit about jealousy, about heartbreak, about false love and exes and the need to pretend that you’re doing just fine, thank you. She’s a little less sympathetic to the fact that you’re pawing at her, drunkenly begging to kiss her, but, well. You are a pretty thing, and she is coming out of a recent breakup herself. So. She wraps her arms around you and draws you close, and can’t help but smile when you blush at her sudden proximity. You’re surprisingly warm, your skin pleasantly heated against hers, and she feels herself curling into you almost reflexively. And, when she feels the softness of your lips against hers, your warmth radiates into her, stirring up a fluttering heat deep inside her chest. Oh, she thinks. And she pulls you closer.

Saeran is expecting you when you come running up to him. He’s been watching you the whole night, after all. He knows about your ex, too—some greasy sleaze who’s never deserved you, anyway—and Saeran knew as soon as he saw him enter that you would be desperate for a distraction. So he angles himself perfectly so that he’s right in your line of view, and smirks when you come straight to him, just as planned. You barely have the words out of your mouth before Saeran is shoving you up against the wall, lips seeking yours hungrily. If you want to make him mad, he whispers, grinding his knee up against you until you moan. Why stop at kissing? He makes a very good point. You don’t stop at kissing, and by the time Saeran has you pressed against the sheets in the master bedroom at the back of the house, making you gasp and writhe, you’ve forgotten your ex even exists.

Bonus:

Vanderwood doesn’t even know why he’s here. He doesn’t know whose house this is. He doesn’t like parties. He doesn’t even go to college. Dammit, where’s Seven? Vanderwood wanders into the back of the house, opening the door to the master bedroom. He finds someone that looks like Seven (if Seven were chucked headfirst into the clearance rack of Hot Topic) on the bed, straddling a flushed brunette in a tan sweater, lips locked and tongues intertwined. Vanderwood closes the door. He wants to go home. He’s so done.

What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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Just One Song? [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: If you saw my post a while back, you know what this is. I hope you all enjoy this! @memento-scribet here you go, you said you needed some fluff. <3

Warning: MAJOR FLUFF

Song: Ed Sheeran ‘Perfect’

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If their is one thing you cherish, it’s walking in on Jason singing. He never sings around others, always saying it ‘wasn’t good.’ However, he has the most amazing voice. Very few know of this hidden talent, the only others who know this are Alfred and Bruce.

Whenever you come through the door or wake up and hear him, you immediately freeze as to not let him know of your presence. Loving when you can catch him with his back turned and can just watch and listen.

Every time he realizes you were listening he gets embarrassed even though it was beautiful. Whenever you ask him why he doesn’t sing more often it’s always the simple answer of “I just don’t sing around people.” However you think he’s insecure about it. He shouldn’t be though because he has an amazing voice and you don’t hesitate to tell him that.

But you don’t pester, knowing it will only make him agitated. You’re content with just catching him in the act. Your relationship progresses with or without his singing. And soon enough he’s down on one knee while you’re cheering “Yes!” and pulling him to his feet to plant your lips on his.

That’s right you’re engaged to the vigilante. And wedding planning isn’t quite up his alley. So you take care of most things with a friend of yours and Alfred of course, while he’s out taking care of the city. Though it seems like he’s doing some sort of planning himself. He’s been absent during the day and always humming some sort of tune.

You take notice of his fingers being even more calloused than usual and his voice is sometimes scratchy or quieter than normal like he’s losing it. Though, over time his voice returns to normal and his fingers seem to have grown used to the new callouses. Leaving you to think it was just some sort of new training.

After his voice grew normal again and his fingers adjusted he began to pester you to help, saying he’d take care of the band. You were a bit reluctant, thinking it should be a joint decision, but he was so determined about it you gave him the task. Alfred promise to keep an eye on him, but you trusted Jason to make the best choice.

You were so caught up in the planning and dress shopping and cake tasting it was a blur. Before you knew it you were at the rehearsal dinner. Happy to see everyone there, your family & friends, Jay’s family, even some of the league members. Oliver and Dinah were there with Roy, Barry and Iris with Wally, Of course Kori. Plus a few others through Bruce.

You weren’t expecting such a large guest list but Bruce insisted on taking care of any expenses. It was a great rehearsal, but when it was over it was soon time for your friends to swoop you away saying “Can’t see the bride before the wedding”

You laughed at the look on his face, but broke free from your friends. Gave him a quick kiss before returning to them.


It was lonely that night, not being used to sleeping without Jason. Not that you couldn’t sleep either way. It was too exciting, that next afternoon you’d be marrying the love of your life, who could sleep knowing that?

The day was hectic. Primping and plucking through all hours of the day. A friend doing your hair, having denied when asked if you wanted a stylist. You didn’t want anything too out of your normal and your friend knew just what to do.

Then was getting into your dress and making sure everything was perfect. Soon you were left to be on your own for a bit. Your brides maids running to do any last minute checks. Though one brides maid stayed with you, Kori. She stood behind you as you were in awe at how you looked.

“You look gorgeous” She commented, making you turn and smiling at her. “I feel like a princess” lightly touching the fabric. She came and stood next to you, “You look like one”

“I can’t wait to see Jason’s face” she giggled causing you to do the same. “Yeah” breathing out a sigh, lightly swaying to allow dress to sway as well. “I am so happy for the both of you, it is about time something good happen to Jason. You are the best thing to happen to him” she said sentimentally.

“Kori I swear if you make me cry right now I’ll never forgive you” You laughed turning to her. She laughed too before hugging you and whispering, “go get your prince” before turning to leave you to yourself.

Looking back at the mirror you felt so many different feelings: giddiness, nervousness, fear, joy, love. You felt so much love. Remembering what seemed like every memory with Jason in it. Losing yourself in your thoughts before hearing a knock on the door.

“Come in” you called. Your mother came in and smiled widely at the sight of you. Tears threatening her eyes, “You look so beautiful sweetheart” making you grin wider. “I feel beautiful” looking back at the mirror. She hugged you before saying “Okay before I cry, it’s time dear” gesturing for you to come.

Taking a deep breath you followed, lining up behind your brides maids. Plus the flower girl and ring bearer, Lian looking adorable in her flower girl dress and your brother’s son wearing a tiny tux. 

It was just perfect.

But not as perfect as Jason’s reaction upon seeing you. The boy couldn’t breath, so many tears he almost made you cry. This was probably most people’s first time seeing his soft side. He couldn’t believe how gorgeous you looked, it was like an angel.

As the ceremony went on you both couldn’t help but continually look at the other. When it came to the vows, Jason did make you cry. His words were the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. And he felt the same way about yours.

Finally you got to say your ‘I do’s and it didn’t take Jason more than a millisecond to kiss you when told. He dipped you and everything.


The reception was the next thing. It was beautiful, in the back of the Manor in the gardens. You and Jason had your first dance as Mr. & Mrs. Todd. You danced with your father, and Bruce, and all of Jason’s brothers. Including yours and many of your other family members.

You listened to the stories your best friend/maid of honor had of you and the many hilarious stories Roy had as Jason’s best man. It was amazing and you couldn’t think of anything to make it better. But it somehow managed too.

Talking to one of your aunts you were soon interrupted by a microphone back firing. “Whoops sorry about that” You heard Jason’s voice say before a laugh. “I uh, I have a surprise for someone tonight. [F/n] you always ask me to sing for you and I never do it ever because I’m a bit nervous about it. But tonight’s special and we both overcame many fears today, so what’s one more? This is for you babe, I love you” he said before putting a microphone in his ear and beginning to strum on a guitar, a song you know all to well. The first time you listened to it, it almost brought you to tears. ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran.

Hearing the guitar now explained the new callouses he obtained, and when he started singing it explained his sore voice from before. His usual voice was even more beautiful, obviously having taken lessons.

Making your way to the front upon hearing the first lyrics. 

“I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes you’re holding mine”

Stopping upon reaching the front of the crowd. Covering your face before uncovering your eyes. In a way that it covered your nose and mouth only.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight”

He sang while coming off the stage, and pulling your hands away from your face to see your smile. The band taking over with the music as he continued. 

“Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets
To carry love, to carry children of our own
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
I know we’ll be alright this time
Darling, just hold my hand
Be my girl, I’ll be your man
I see my future in your eyes”

Your heart melting at the third and fourth line. He cupped your face during those lines before taking your hands and pulling you to dance while he sung to you.

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight“

Waltzing around the empty dance floor in what felt like an empty world with only the two of you in it. A smile on both your faces as the band played during a instrumental portion of the song. Jason rested his forehead against yours and you closed your eyes. 

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
I have faith in what I see
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect, I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight“

He slowed you to a stop on the second to last line. Leaving you to stare into the others eyes as the song drew to a close. You cupped his face and kissed him as the violins ended the song. What seemed to feel like a romance movie moment.

Pulling away you grinned widely as his lips matched yours. Ignoring the applause from everyone and hearing multiple people, including his brothers, asking “Did you know he could sing?”

Though Alfred and Bruce just smiled contently at the scene, knowing full well what Jason was up to. Who do you think got him the singing, guitar, and waltz lessons?

It was a perfect end to the perfect night.


Bonus (After Honeymoon):

You walked out of the bathroom having ran in there after getting home from work. Jason just figured you really had to use the bathroom, having not seen the bag in your hands.

“Uhm, hey Jay?” You called, making him look at you from where he was seated on the couch. Reading a new novel he got on your vacation. “Yeah Mrs. Todd?” he grinned, you’d been home from your honeymoon for a few months and that still made you tingle.

“You remember the song you sang to me?”

One of his eyebrows raised and he smiled saying, “Yeeess?”

“Well their was a verse that read ‘To carry love, to carry children of our own.’ Remember?” You reminded and he nodded confused as to where you were going with this.

“Weeelll.” Taking the three sticks from behind your back. “The line got what it wanted” presenting the three positive pregnancy tests.

His eyes widened as he rushed over to see the items. “Oh my god” he whispered. “We’re going to be..?? I’m going to be..?” looking at you shock on his face

“A father! An awesome, amazing father!” you smiled widely. He showed a beaming smile before sweeping you into a hug and spinning you around. Then putting you down and pulling you into a deep loving kiss. “We’re going to be parents” he placed a hand on your stomach his eyes diverting there before returning to yours. 

You nodded as he just kissed you again.

You know what they say: First comes love. Then comes marriage. And well you know the rest.

anonymous asked:

What's your favorite Swan Queen scene?

Ahh so many to choose from, but my absolute favorite is Regina teaching Emma magic and Emma floating to Regina on that bridge. They both look stunning and gorgeous and it’s so romantic imo. Aladdin much?

Plus let’s not forget Regina crossing realms to find Emma - what was that about true love transcending realms and “I will always find you?”. Yes, Regina finds Emma and what happens? Regina sees Emma sing and they re-enact Aurora meeting Prince Philip. 

but also this - and what I love about this next one is that CSers used it to say that’s how Emma will look at hook and then when we pointed out she looked at Regina like that the person deleted the post. A hidden gem all that eye sex

then there is this one complete with the meet cute trope and aren’t the 2 of them just adorable? Regina didn’t even know Emma is the Saviour until later.

but then there’s this scene from Neverland and the fondness in Emma’s eyes as she looks at Regina and then their eyes meet as they both hug Henry

and then there’s this one from 3b and argh it just has me scream at throw stuff because again romantic much in a stakeout? I mean what’s with the framing and wind blowing and the focus on the lights and all that

As you can see, Anon, I can’t stick to one scene because there’s so many good ones, I just can’t. 

I hope we will see some more Disney tropes for SQ in 611. 

The Reunion

Summary: It’s time for the Riverdale Class of 2019 Ten Year Reunion! Betty Cooper is excited to see all of her old classmates, but there’s one classmate in particular that she can’t seem to get off her mind…

Chapter One


“Hello and welcome back to Riverdale High School! Please take a moment to find your name tag - you’ll notice it has your yearbook picture on it to help people better recognize you.”

Betty smiled brightly as the man in front of her searched for his name tag. She watched with curiosity as he plucked one off the table - Benjamin Nisher.

She tried to remember any sort of memory she had with him. She seemed to recall something about… chess club? Or maybe it was the book club? Whoever he was, Betty was drawing a blank.

Oh well, you can’t know them all.

“Ethel,” Betty turned to the young woman standing beside her, “Would you mind going back into the kitchen and checking on our appetizers? Guests are arriving and I want to make sure the wait staff is prepared to start making the rounds.”

Ethel nodded with a smile and headed off toward the cafeteria, leaving Betty alone at the welcome table. She looked around, smoothing the skirt of her dress before readjusting the floral arrangement for the millionth time. As former student body president, it had been her responsibility to plan the ten-year reunion. Which worked out surprisingly well, coinciding perfectly with Betty’s career as an event planner.

She remembered being in high school, dreaming of being a reporter. She had even followed those dreams to Boston University, majoring in journalism and graduating with honors. Unfortunately, dreams were quickly dashed when she found herself glued to a desk instead of out in the field, everything she reported on feeling lackluster when compared to her times in Riverdale.

She had been tasked to interview an up-and-coming event planner in the area when things finally clicked into place. Before she knew it, she had applied for an internship with the company, quickly rising through the ranks before finding herself second-in-command of one of the most elite planning companies in the United States. She loved every ounce of her work - the planning, the use of creativity, the organized chaos of it all - it left her buzzing with satisfaction. And now here she was, back at her old high school, with everything seeming to come full circle.

Ten years. It had been ten years since she’d graduated high school. Ten years since she’d left the borders of this town. Ten years since she’d seen him.

Her heart sighed at the thought of him. She wondered where he was now. She’d heard rumors - everything from being in jail to thriving in New York - but the only truth she knew was in his novel. His tale of Jason Blossom’s murder had mild success across the country, and wild success in Riverdale. He had sent her a copy when it was published, a simple “Thank you” scrawled on the inside cover. Nothing more. It was the only real communication she had received from him since graduation.

The door opened, and Betty brought herself back to reality. Plastering on her best smile, she welcomed an alumni couple as they approached the table. Giving them their name tags and sending them on their way, Betty mentally kicked herself for getting so lost in the haze of adolescent memories. There was no use thinking of him, she reminded herself, because wherever he was he was long gone. He had even RSVP’d no to the reunion.

“Betty?” 

A familiar voice rang out across the hall, and Betty looked up to spot her lifelong best friend walking toward her.

“Veronica! Hi!” Betty rushed out from behind the welcome table and embraced her. “How are you? It feels like it’s been forever.” 

“Wonderful!” Veronica beamed, “Tonight is our first night out without the baby. Archie was incredibly nervous, but we simply couldn’t miss this! Especially since it’s a Betty Cooper event! Plus,” Veronica winked at her, “I needed a good excuse to wear this.” She backed away and gave a small twirl to show off her slimming black cocktail dress, complimented by violet heels and her signature pearl necklace.

“You do look amazing.” Betty laughed, “As always.”

“As do you!” Veronica cooed, “Seriously, Betts, that dress is gorgeous with a capital G! Blue has always been such a great color on you.”

Betty blushed at the compliment, her heart warming in the glow of her friend’s affection. “So, where is Archie?”

“Parking the car, probably double checking that all he has all the baby photos ready to show off.” Veronica laughed. “What can I say, he’s one proud father.”

“Talking about me?” Archie appeared, a smug grin on his face and a familiar blue and yellow jacket slung over his shoulders.

“Archie, it that -”

“His letterman’s jacket?” Veronica rolled her eyes, “Yes, it is. Babe,” She gave him an accusatory look, “I thought we agreed you’d leave it in the car.”

“Oh, come on Ronnie! I’m reliving high school!” Archie pouted dramatically, “Just let me have my fun.”

“Alright fine - but just for tonight. Then it goes back in the attic where it belongs.” Veronica smiled and placed a single hand on his chest, leaning in and kissing him sweetly. “Now come on. Let’s head inside and let Betty finish her work. She’ll join us later.”

“See you on the dance floor Betts.” Archie joked, winking at her and dramatically spinning around to show off his “moves”. Veronica laughed at him before pulling him away, the two of them disappearing into the gymnasium.

“Betty,” Ethel scrambled up to the table, “The appetizers are ready to go, but Josie just grabbed me and said somebody moved her earpiece after sound check, she can’t find it.”

Betty sighed. It wouldn’t be a true event without at least one problem to be handled. “Okay, I’ll go talk to her. I’m sure it’s nearby. Do me a favor and keep greeting our alumni okay?” Betty placed an encouraging hand on Ethel’s shoulder before moving down the hall, welcoming people as she went.

She was halfway to the music room when she spotted him.

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4 Page Letter | Theo Raeken


prompt: Rather than typing out a long message to Theo explaining your feelings for him, a family member suggests being old fashioned and writing a letter. Based on Aaliyah’s 4 Page Letter.

disclaimers: Some cussing to anyone who is against that. Kinda long for anybody with a short attention span like I have.

A/N: My first Teen Wolf imagine, I usually write only Justin Bieber ones but I decided to write some about my other mans Cody Christian/Theo Raeken a.k.a zaddy. And fair warning, I’m mediocre on writing so…there’s that. Hope ya’ll enjoy. xo


She set her phone down on her bed for the third time that hour; she knew what she wanted to tell him but couldn’t put it into words. She rolled over on her bed to where she was lying face up. She reread what he wrote her over and over in her head; she couldn’t believe someone as vigilant as Theo Raeken would confess his feelings.

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What Makes You Beautiful

Title: What Makes You Beautiful

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,568

Warning: It might look like it’s going to get smutty but I SWEAR it’s all fluff

Request by @squirrelchester said: Girl, how about a DeanxPlus!Sized reader? That Cas anon had the right idea ;) I’m a sucker for reading a Dean and plus sized reader where he does his damndest to make her feel beautiful, because he thinks she so gorgeous. I would loveee that

A/N: Oh man, I made myself cry writing this you guys. I’ve struggled with body image issues since grade school. This was a hard topic to write about and face, but I am so glad that I did it.

All of you are beautiful just as you are. Even if you don’t like how you look. If you want to lose weight or look different, do it for yourself and because you want to be healthy. Don’t do it because you’re fitting into a size that society somehow has decided is “beautiful.”

Fuck society. Fuck the haters. You’re beautiful. End of discussion.


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Finishing setting up to watch your movie Dean came to your door. “What are you doing?”

“Watching Hairspray, wanna join?”

“Better than being alone,” Dean grumbled as he came in and sat next to you on your bed. “Aw crap, this is a musical isn’t it?” Dean whined as the opening credits played.

“Suck it up Winchester,” you said tossing some popcorn in your mouth.

“Fine” Dean muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Of course by the time the movie was about half of the way through Mr. Aw Crap It’s a Musical was tapping his foot and humming along. Adjusting yourself on your bed you scooted down, laying on your side with your arm tucked under your head. Not being totally comfortable you started to fidget.

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How I See It - Veronica Lodge

Anonymous said:

Could you possibly do a Veronica x female reader where she doesn’t think she’s good enough to be a river vixen and Veronica shows her how she views her and could it be fluffy?

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale


I’m sorry it’s so short, it didn’t really know where to take this. (it’s really short, like barely above six hundred words, I’m so sorry)

“I don’t know Veronica, I don’t think I’m River Vixen material,” you said as you and Veronica walked to her apartment. She squeezed your hand, “you so are.” You looked at her and found her big brown eyes on you. “You’re beyond perfect, Y/N,” you smiled at her words then down at your shoes. Veronica frowned, wondering why you didn’t see yourself on the cheerleading squad. “I’m not perfect V, but thanks for the thought,” you said, stilling looking down at the ground. When you both arrived at Veronica’s house, she opened the door and lead you inside. “Ronnie, you didn’t tell me Y/N was coming over,” Hermione Lodge said, as she stood up from her chair. “Sorry mom, it was kind of last minute,” Veronica said, smiling at you.

“Hmm, alright. No funky business girls,” Mrs. Lodge said as she grabbed her purse. “I’ll be out of the house for a bit, have fun.” You and Veronica said goodbye to her mom, but as soon as she left Veronica grabbed your hand, pulling you upstairs. Her room was large, clothes and shoes littered the closet which held a big mirror inside of it.  She pulled you to her bed, on which, you both flopped down on the soft sheets. You let out a giggle and Veronica smiled at you, “you’re so cute.” You felt a blush bloom on your cheeks and you hid your face behind your hands. “Aw no, don’t hide from me,” she whispered, gently pulling your hands away from your face. You smiled softly at her and she kissed the tip of your nose. “Is it because you’re shy,” she asked and you raised an eyebrow at her. “Too shy to join the River Vixens,” she added, clearing away your confusion. “I just don’t want to disappoint you when I don’t make the squad,” you whispered shyly. Veronica reached a hand towards your face, brushing away some hair that fell in front of your face. “You wouldn’t disappoint me, plus you’d make the team,” she whispered soothingly. You shook your head against her pillow, “you’re beyond gorgeous and you make Betty seem lacking with your school spirit.” She sat up, looking down at you, “me and Betty will be there, and you know I’ll fight Cheryl if she doesn’t let you on.” You smiled at her, and she leaned down, looking into your eyes. “That’s how I see it anyway,” she whispered, leaning in closer. You closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to hers. She cupped your jaw, pulling you in and deepening the kiss. After a moment longer, she pulled away breathless. “I like the way you see it,” you whispered flirtatiously. She bent down a pressed her lips to your cheek, down to your jaw then your neck briefly. “So,” she started kissing you between each word, “you’re,” another kiss, “going to-” You cut her off by pressing your lips to hers once more. “I’ll tryout with you and Betty,” you answered and she smiled widely. “You’ll be perfect,” she whispered and you blushed. 

It turned out, Veronica was right. The next day you, Betty and Veronica tried out and all three of you made the cheer leading squad. As soon as you changed into your uniform, Veronica ran up and placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “You look stunning, Y/N,” she whispered in your ear. You blushed hard, “you look pretty amazing yourself,” you replied shyly, “but that just how I see it.” She smiled at you, kissing you once more. “Very funny,” she whispered and you let out a true laugh.

A Helping Hand

Chapter 2

Summary: My girlfriend just dumped me and I’ve gotten piss drunk and somehow managed to get into your apartment instead of my own. I’m trying to masturbate my feelings away and boy were you surprised. Based on a Tumblr prompt that spiraled out of control. 

Rated: Mature

Tagging: @rouhn​  @captainswanandclintasha @deathbycaptainswan @slimacwrites @teamhook @onceuponaswans @piratesbooty63fan 

Ch 1

Killian uttered a groan into the fluffy pillow that his face was burrowed in as he woke up to the overwhelming smell of pancakes the next morning. He was laying on his stomach, one arm stretched over his face, the other one tucked under the pillow. His head was pounding, he felt like someone drilled a hole through his skull, his throat was dry and he had a feeling of nausea lingering in his stomach. Slowly dragging his arm away from his face, he opened his eyes to a dim room, the curtains shielding any sunlight trying to burst through.

It took him a moment to be able to move and roll over, his eyes adjusting to the room. He lifted his head slowly, taking in his surroundings. Nothing looked familiar to him, granted the guest room in his brother’s apartment was not that familiar either but at least it reminded him of Liam. This room most certainly did not. His eyes widened in horror at the revelation.

This was definitely not his brother’s guestroom.

“Where the bloody hell am I?”

There was pale pink furniture, a vanity and bookshelf with small novels and there was a furry lamp on the nightstand by his prosthetic hand, which answered his next question. His eyes scanned the comforter to find out that it was also pink, along with the decorated frilly pillows.

Oh please, this cannot be happening.

To gather further evidence of solving the little mystery as to how he had ended up in some lass’s bed, he sharply lifted the covers and peered underneath, seeing that, yep, he was bare-ass naked.

“Bloody hell.”

Killian sank his head into the pillow, running his hand over his face. He couldn’t believe that his first night in the States after his breakup, he ended up sleeping with some random stranger.

Fuck.

How the hell did he let this happen? He went to the bar with those intentions in his dispirited condition, but he didn’t recall picking up anyone. Everything afterwards was a blur. He had no recollection of last night beyond that.

He really needed to leave. Killian was in no shape to be involved in anything resembling a relationship and he was not the type of person to ‘hit and run’. But obviously, this woman had other plans, judging by the breakfast she was making. The door was closed but he could hear dishes clanking around on the other side. And as he spotted his clothes across the room, he doubted that a woman expecting nothing more than a one-night stand would go through the trouble of picking up his clothes and folding them neatly, setting them in the chair. She certainly wouldn’t be making him breakfast.

Killian sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and placed them on the floor, hoping this would stop the room from spinning around him. He put his face in his hand and groaned. He hadn’t felt this hungover in years.

He eventually stood up and grabbed the knitted blanket he had been sleeping on, securing it around his waist. He went to the window and pulled back the curtain with his stump.

Damn, he was on the third floor, judging by the number of balconies beneath the neighbor’s balcony. He also noticed that the surroundings looked familiar. This was his brother’s apartment.

Double fuck.

The lass he just slept with lives in the same building and floor he was staying in. Killian had a feeling this was not going end well. He lowered the curtain and turned around just as he heard a light knock on the door.

Shit. What was a lad to do in this situation? He swallowed thickly as the door opened. He started to panic, trying to come up with a way to get out of this predicament. He started moving towards the chair that held his clothes.

“Killian, you awake?” She stepped through before he could answer and he stopped abruptly, face to face with emerald green eyes and long golden locks.

He ran his hand through his hair, his eyes traveling down her body. She was wearing a pink bathrobe with thin fabric, exposing a pair of milky long legs.

Damn, he hit the jackpot. She was bloody gorgeous. This was either a relief or really dangerous, he couldn’t decide which one.

He was stunned by how beautiful she was as she came over to him, bearing a glass of water. Her hair was damp, as though she just gotten out of the shower, and she was wearing a light amount of makeup as a cheerful smirk fell upon her lips.

“Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?” she asked in a teasing tone.

How in the bloody hell did he forget his night with a woman like this? He must have been really wasted.

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Art & Anatomy 3.5 (Trixya) - Pinky
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 AN: For the Shrooms to my Pink! I hope you like this QweenKimChi/Rose/Shrooms/Squeaky 😊  This takes place between parts 3 & 4 - a little summer interlude. I apologize in advance for the concerning lack of pee scenes, this was a gift for Squeaks and we all know I’m the pee qween. ~ Pinky 🎀

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All Star part 2 ~Aaron Judge Imagine

A part two to this imagine . Includes lots of fluff and telling your parents about the engagement. Word Count: 700+  


When you arrived to the hotel you that night you couldn’t believe that this was real life. You were engaged to the man of you dreams. Looking down at the engagement ring, it was a beautiful rose gold color with a big, but modest diamond. You knew that the ring was not cheap, Aaron must have caught you staring, “You must really like it” he pointed out.

“I love it and I love you,” you said wrapping your arms around Aaron’s body.

“I love you to,” Aaron said, kissing your head.

The two of you remained still for a while, embracing each other. Aaron always gave the best hugs, he was warm and his touch was comforting. He felt like home to you.

“We have to facetime my parents and tell them the exciting news,” you said, looking up at him.

“Okay, you set up the computer. I’m going to change real quick,” he said, referring to clothes he had been doing interviews in.


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Title: Faget
Ship:Ryden
Description: Two sexually frustrated teenage boys have to clean up their teacher’s classroom with no one else in the building.
Genre: Smut
Author’s Note: for kari’s birthday bc she’s a ryden slut tbh. i put too much detail in about mormonism but i swear to god what i wrote is factual bc my grandpa is literally in the stake presidency which is hella high up and my mom did real estate in vegas so yeah

Ryan scrunched up his nose. It smelled like mold on the lower floors. He’d told Mrs. Holladay countless times to get it checked out but she just didn’t listen. He thought that private schools clearly had enough money to pay to call in a contractor but they seemed to be too busy spending it on things like carpeting for the old wooden staircases and dry erase markers that you couldn’t recycle. Privates schools were absolute overpriced dumps he decided; they were like landfills for funding.

Mr. Wentz slapped his marker on his palm to signal the two students to look up at him. “Alrighty,” he shouted when they both cooperated. “So, Ryan you’re here for you know, detention, and Brendo, well you’re just an impeccably good student to the point that it’s almost annoying. I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to give you a harsher punishment Ryan, but you really didn’t do much wrong and it’s a lot easier if you and Brendon just work together. You two are just going to clean up the classroom, okay? I’m pretty sure the custodians are sick of you kids and your sh– stuff” Ryan rolled his eyes and inhaled. It was a pretty easy punishment though and he was grateful for that.

Brendon always cleaned up for the teachers. He was the most reliable student ever, some teachers liked him more than others because of it but they were all glad he wasn’t causing any trouble. He went exactly by what his family taught him, to always do far more for others than you would do for yourself and more importantly, to be obedient. It was also sort of a church thing but he liked the message and chose to do it however he could. It was sort of funny, his sisters were supposed to be the ones that cleaned and cooked and took care of everyone but he did that more than any of them did. Then again, one of them was already married so she was almost completed with what she needed to do in life, she just needed to have children. Brendon was so excited for her to start a family, he was really good with kids.

The teacher left the room and left Brendon a key because he trusted him enough to lock up because everyone else had left. Ryan looked up at the oak framed clock, it was 4:55. Brendon already had a broom and was staring wide eyed at the key in his hand. Ryan mentally laughed a bit, Brendon was fifteen and still acted like a fifth grader that wanted to impress all of his teachers to get gold stars on his homework more often.

“So, uh, what did you get detention for?” Brendon stumbled on his words. He was so bad at talking to new people, especially people older than him. Ryan was a junior, meaning that in a way he was better than Brendon. That wasn’t technically true but Brendon thought he was below everyone and that’s why he had to be so obedient. It made perfect sense to him.

“Wearing makeup,” Ryan answered confidently. He was actually really insecure about it, it was humiliating to work up that much confidence and be rejected by both his peers and school. All he wantes to do was wear silver eyeshadow, it made him feel powerful. He’d gotten so good at doing his makeup, it was an art and he wouldn’t let anyone tell him it wasn’t. It was pretty and he liked being pretty.

“Oh,” Brendon nearly squeaked. He’d never met a boy that wears makeup, that was a thing that only girls did. “Isn’t that a little, uh, gay?”

“No,” Ryan snapped back defensively. “I like Keltie, I’m not gay and makeup doesn’t mean you’re gay, it means you like makeup.” Brendon had never thought about that. He just thought that if you did something that only girls were supposed to do, you were gay because people who are attracted to men have to be feminine. He’d never questioned the reasoning behind it, it hadn’t seemed so flawed before. He’d always been told that if people don’t do things to make themselves feel good and if they did, they were selfish.

Brendon had liked a girl named Audrey who got suspending for dyeing her hair pink. He had to admit that he thought it looked sort of cool but it was against dress code and his mom would beat him with a wooden spoon if starting dating a girl with unnatural colored hair. Plus he had absolutely no chance with her, she was gorgeous and sort of rebellious and sweet and perfect and he just had a bad Beatles haircut and liked to mop and spend hours his playstation. It was one of God’s cruel jokes to a teenage boy except Brendon wouldn’t phrase it like that because he was taught God did no harm unless it was necessary. It was almost impressive how church oriented his family managed to be despite living in Las Vegas where prostitution is legal and you were able to find a strip club by simply looking out your window. The last part wasn’t really true but it was definitely a city centered on money and sexuality and funny enough, most of the casinos were owned by the LDS church.

“So, I’ll sweep if you wipe off the desks, okay?” Brendon offered nervously. Ryan nodded and went to grab a rag off of one of the desks. He was dreading getting gum off of the bottoms of desks with all of his heart. Kids were so gross, Ryan wished he could say he didn’t understand why but he understood a bit too well. For one thing, it was easy just to make others clean up after your shit, it required absolutely no real effort and they weren’t stupid, they knew that they’d never be held accountable for anything.

Brendon spent more of his time bent over with the dustpan than he did actually collecting the dirt and particles that went inside. Ryan didn’t even bother to thoroughly scrub the desks, they’d get dirty and scuffed up again anyway. Yet every time he brushed over the ugly oak desks, he thought about all of the gum underneath and more gum to be stuck underneath and nearly cringed. By the time he made it to his third desk he began gagging and ran to the trash can to regurgitate all of the contents in his stomach thanks to the stupid stale invisible desk gum. He leaned over and let the acid run over his teeth and feel even more disgusted than before.

Brendon certainly didn’t have any empathy for him, he began laughing and very loudly at that. Ryan continued coughing and gagging before grabbing the unopened water bottle Mr. Wentz left on his desk and turning around to chastise Brendon. He chugged the water to rinse away all of the aftertaste of his own vomit.

“What do you think is so fucking funny?” Ryan scowled. Brendon kept on giggling and covered his mouth to calm down and tried to recompose himself.

“I’ve never seen someone puke just from cleaning,” Brendon nearly snorted. Ryan flared his nostrils and put down the water bottle again and watched Brendon. Brendon kept carrying on, now cackling because of how upset Ryan had gotten. Ryan was waiting for him to shut up a bit but that took a while. Motivated by rage and embarrassment, Ryan ran over to younger one and pushed him to the ground and nearly knocked the wind out of him. “What was that for?” Brendon wheezed.

Ryan threw his legs over both of Brendon’s sides and pushed his hands into his shoulders to pin him down.

“You little shit,” Ryan hissed at the boy who was now below him. Brendon looked like he was still in shock from being knocked over. It hurt his tailbone and head a bit but he was alright, his lungs just weren’t fully functioning yet from having all of the air drawn from them. When he did begin breathing, it was more like panting, it came in short heavy spurts and he had to try not to start coughing.

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded once his breathing was back to normal. Ryan stared down at him and contemplated how to punish him for laughing at him and wrestling was the only thing that came to mind. They both weighed like a hundred pounds though but then it would be sort of a fair fight. The only problem was that Ryan couldn’t do anything physically draining to save his life and Brendon probably couldn’t either. He was starting to lose his balance the more he thought and when he tried to recompose it, he felt a little twitch of sorts beneath him.

“You fucker,” he whispered at Brendon. Okay maybe Ryan was a little gay but obviously so was Brendon. The boy below him gulped and didn’t bother to move because he didn’t know what to do. After an almost agonizingly long amount of time since he was being pinned down, Ryan leaned down his torso and brought his lips to Brendon’s. At first it wasn’t really contact until they both started getting more into it and Ryan loosened his hold above Brendon. They started sort of lazily grinding, not really making any progress before Brendon wiggled out from underneath Ryan and Ryan was left on his back.

Brendon crawled over to Ryan’s legs and lay over them to get access to the waistband of his pants. He fiddled with the belt, getting it off rather quickly due to experience from with getting his off after church because the pants he had to wear to sacrament burned and itched. He unzipped them and pulled them down to about Ryan’s knees. Ryan had really long white legs that Brendon was almost tempted to stroke because they looked so clean. Brendon waited a moment before pulling down his boxers. He’d really never considered giving fellatio before but there he was. He pulled them down at last and contemplated how to start.

Brendon had never even seen another penis besides his own. He thought they all sort of looked the same unless they were old and wrinkly and had only masturbated three times. Ryan let out a shaky sigh from waiting and lack of stimulation and need for stimulation. Brendon put his hand on Ryan’s hips and lowered his mouth down onto the head of Ryan’s dick.

“Hold down your left thumb,” Ryan instructed. Brendon looked up confused. “It reduces your gag reflex.” Brendon had never even considered his gag reflex and immediately took Ryan’s advice due to memories of the dentist having to put in his palate expander three times due to his tongue pushing it out. He resumed what he was doing before starting sucking, not knowing what to do. He tightly gripped his thumb and attempted to take all of it in at one. His gag reflex didn’t totally go away,causing him to cough a bit and his throat muscles to act. Ryan moaned at the constriction which Brendon thought was pretty weird but didn’t say anything about it.

Brendon lifted up his head up and flattened out his tongue and licked up the bottom of Ryan’s dick. He stuck his mouth back where it was and started twirling his tongue around the head looking for some sort of positive reaction. Ryan let out more shaky moans and Brendon took it as a sign to continue. He licked over the top where the slit was and then but his mouth down further. “Holy fuck Brendon,” Ryan gasped. He was close to ejaculating and didn’t alert Brendon of it. Brendon kept on his using his tongue and hollowed out his cheeks the more he went down.

Ryan gave out around the time Brendon’s gag reflex kicked in the second time. Brendon lifted his head off and began coughing before spitting it out on top of his hand.

“Sorry I didn’t warn you,” Ryan leaned forward on his elbows. Brendon kept coughing and tried too steady out his breathing so he could respond.

“No, it’s fine. Uh, sorry if I did a bad job,” Brendon apologized. Ryan shook his head and wiped off his nose with his left hand.

“No, it was good. I’m assuming that’s the first time you’ve given head,” Ryan looked up at the ceiling light above him before making eye contact with Brendon.

“Yeah,” Brendon laughed. Ryan began putting on his clothes and trying to get himself together again.

“Should we, uh, finish cleaning?” Ryan offered unsurely. He really didn’t want to finish scrubbing Mr. Wentz’s classroom after that whole experience between puking and getting blown. Brendon scanned the room and contemplated it a bit.

“No, I don’t think so. I doubt Mr. Wentz will mind,” Brendon said quietly. Ryan grinned and they both rose to their feet. The clock said it was now 5:20 and they both needed to get homework done and get home so they didn’t get reprimanded by parents. Brendon grabbed the broom and dustpan from behind him. “I have to drop these off at the supply closet,” Brendon explained. Ryan nodded and grabbed the rag from the desk he was working on before handing it over to wash Ryan’s semen off of his hand. “Oh, thanks.”

They both walked out of the building together and stood awkwardly at the doors in front of the gravel parking lot.

“Um, I’m going to go walk home,” Ryan stuttered. Brendon nodded and looked out at the parking lot.

“Yeah, my mom’s here.”

“Oh.”

“So, uh, see you tomorrow?” Brendon half smiled.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” Ryan nearly bit his tongue. He knew it probably wouldn’t happen and that they’d just be awkward and distant but it was nice to lie.

So this girl...

There’s this girl at my apartment gym I’ve been eyeing. I saw her over the weekend training legs at the gym, which was a coincidence because I was too. We made eye contact a couple times due to using the same machines in the area but nothing telling me to come over and talk to her, plus I don’t bother women at the gym especially during a workout because they get bothered enough as it is. I’m sure she does a lot too because she’s drop dead gorgeous.
Anyways she leaves and I don’t think about it too much because chances are I would probably see her again. Wouldn’t you know it, as I’m leaving the gym this morning looking like a complete hot mess, she’s walking out too, and she’s got sweat drenched on her from her workout and she still looks gorgeous and in my mind I’m like, “how!? What sorcery is this woman?!?” So I causally open the door for her trying to play it cool and she thanks me. I know I didn’t have too much time to speak to her since it’s the early morning and she prolly has work (as do I), so I struck up a quick convo. Nothing too forward because like I said it’s morning but it was a good one before we parted ways. I didn’t ask for her number because I’m sure she doesn’t want a guy hitting on her right after a workout in the early morning, but I got her name and she now knows mine (basically got my foot in the door in my mind) Her name is Ivy, which is a very beautiful and unique name nowadays. Hopefully I’ll see her around again I’ll ask for her number next time for sure. Anyways that’s my story for today. ✌🏾


Lena Luthor Appreciation Week, Day 2: Favorite Outfit/Look

I really can’t choose just one, especially when every episode Katie McGrath decides to one-up herself and look even HOTTER but I think her entire aesthetic during Medusa was overall my favorite. Her hair was gorgeous, her dress was awesome and then of course it was appearance #1 of THE COAT, and we all know how the fandom feels about THAT. ;) Plus she broke our heart in her scene with Lillian, stood up to Supergirl, and then fucking fooled EVERYONE and saved the aliens. And she did it all rocking stilettos. When does your fave ever???


[Photo cred to @weinzapfel for top pic and bottom two @swallowedabug you are both amazing thanks for your work]

spacesugars  asked:

Okay so recently almost all of ur personal posts have had some mention of ur new gfs and honestly it is so nice and I'm glad to see u so excited?? It's is good???

awwwwwwww

I’m glad my happiness is making other folks happy too :)

But yeah idk its been very sudden but at the same time very good? like my relationship with each girl developed along a different trajectory but they all love me and like each other and its so great

Like, as Alice likes to joke about and others point out I used to complain about her blog, pretty much entirely based off rumors that turned out to be as unsubstantiated as the rumors that I’ve now accrued as a trans woman with a modicum of visibility on a social media platform. And really when I got to know her as Alice rather than trans-mom, which took time, I realized she’s actually this exceptionally caring person. I think we bonded over that because, with the stuff she does on her blog and I do on TLL, we’re kinda in the same line of work - keeping trans folks alive. And I got to know her wild life story and as we talked we realized we have nothing in common as far as interests yet we just like, appreciate each other a lot and its so wonderful just getting to talk to her. She’s talked me through some serious anxiety already since we became gfs (yes, that’s how quick my anxious little heart falls into breakdowns) and she was so great.

Meanwhile, Sally was inauspicious too because for a while I had kind of convinced myself that I only wanted to be friends with her. Probs bc at one point in the past she used to call me her big sister and I din’t want to sully that. But she developed a crush on me, and meanwhile I just fucking fell in love with her personality without realizing it. Like, I would check her blog multiple times a day, and she’s just so witty and fun. Then we finally got around to skyping and it became clear that not only was she like, adorable and unique she’s also this very fundamentally good person, who is like, respectful and careful and really wants to do right by the people she cares about. And through interacting with her more I had already learned that like, all that fun and wit and singing and awesomeness is something she like, consciously tries to be in spite of depression and anxiety, and that’s something I really admire. I just hope she understands how important she is to me.

And finally Sammy was different in that, like just about everyone who knows her I immediately developed a huge crush on her. And I think that actually led in part to me keeping my distance for a while after our first meeting - well, skype session. Which is also wild because legit Sammy was the first girl I was in any way intimate with (at least over cyberspace) since the slow demise of my last relationship that lasted 5 years (being a lesbian dating a straight girl is a biiiiitch). And honestly it makes so much sense that I had that experience with Sammy, she’s just this wonderfully sweet, open, and unassuming person despite how much people kind of fawn over her bc of the whole gorgeous tall blonde thing. Like, as I told her back in the day, she looks pretty enough to be pretentious yet she totally isn’t. Instead she’s this amazing girl who first of all is a fucking stellar artist, is a loving and diligent partner, and in general seems to seriously want to grow into a very positive figure for other trans people. Plus she’s fucking weird in the most adorable ways :p

Anyway yeah, those are my girlfriends now and I love them. This whole poly thing is new to me, trying to make ldrs work is new to me, but recent experiences have shown me that “you can’t recreate the past,” so trying new things might be really rewarding. And I can’t think of anyone better to go on that sort of journey with than these girls :)

I watched an interview

That I had never seen before with Gwendoline Christie. It was done by HBO and it was in promotion of s2. The first question was about how she prepared for the character Brienne of Tarth, who, for those who don’t know on my blog, is extremely masculine and in the books she’s supposed to be pretty hideous.

Now Gwen Christie is quite the opposite of that; in my opinion she’s the most beautiful woman walking this earth. But her answer to that question was that she drew a lot from her personal experiences. Since throughout s2 (and the entire series, really) men are always sneering at her, calling her names like “beast” and “ugly” and all the sorts, and even Jamie Lannister’s (who everybody ships her with, idk why) first words to her was “is that a woman?” So, Gwen was talking about how she has experienced a lot of that shit in her own life.

And honestly it broke my heart to hear that. I have never once looked at her and thought anything less than she is a gorgeous, talented, intelligent woman and it makes me want to cry that anyone has ever been mean to her in her life.

But I guess that’s normal patriarchy stuff. Plus her height (6'3) makes getting clothes that actually fit (I’m not that tall but I’m tall enough to know the pants struggle, they are NEVER long enough), people yelling about how tall women shouldn’t wear high heals because they’re far too tall already, and feeling forced to present themselves as extra feminine to counter the masculinity associated with being that tall—I’m sure she’s had to face just like all the other tall women under patriarchy. It’s disgusting to think about.

But I just wanted to say how much I love Gwen because she’s a strong woman and she’s owning that shit, big time, and I’m proud of her.

So, here’s the thing Sanctuary peeps

There’s this new web series that needs some love.  And, if you loved Sanctuary, then I’m pretty confident that you’ll love Inhuman Condition too.

For starters, it has Robin Dunne in it:

Who doesn’t love seeing this goober in stuff?

But what’s he do? Well, let me tell you.  Graham (as in, not-Will) works for “The Center.” He helps abnormals supernatural beings adapt to living in a human world. Right now he’s charged with helping Tamar. (Who’s super awesome and amazing, but spoilers)

And this BAMF right here:

Let me just say a few things about Dr. Michelle Kessler (yes that is Torri Higginson from Stargate Atlantis! I knew you’d recognize her you amazing sci-fi nerd!).

Dr. Michelle Kessler is a therapist who helps all of the abnormals supernatural beings cope with their unique positions and the stress that comes from living in a world mal-adapted to them. She does her work at great personal risk because she believes that supernatural beings deserve the same respect as humans.

Sound familiar yet?

Basically Helen and Michelle would be besties (or more). They would get along smashingly - respecting the hell outta each other and fiercely protecting non-humans.

Oh, did I mention that she’s totally bisexual? Because it’s actually a thing.  That is stated.  Right out in the open.  Twice.

Plus, I’m sure you have eyes and can appreciate how gorgeous she is.  But if not, let me just tell you. 

TOTAL. BABE.

But check it, there’s more:

There’s also two other main female characters (three out of four ain’t bad).

And the solo male main character is also bisexual.

Look at that representation!

The web series has 19 episodes so far, but they release new ones every M,W,F on their YT channel.

Each episode runs between 4-9 minutes.

You should TOTALLY check it out!  If you watch the first episode and don’t like it, you’ve literally wasted only 8 minutes of your life.

Alternatively, you’ll have found a new fandom to flail about with me!

SERIOUSLY, I CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS WEB SERIES ENOUGH! 

IT IS AMAZING!

SCM: A Goddess flirts with you

“Anonymous said: Do you do yuri request because if yes can you do leon, hue, scorpio and dui reaction to female flirting with mc in front of him but she obvious to them flirting?”

Requested: Yes

For: Anon

Smut: No

Prologue
The King was having a party and you were invited. At first you weren’t sure what to wear because this is the first party that were you going to attend. Your boyfriend told you that you’d look good no matter what you wear. You blushed on how straightforward your boyfriend is. 

He held your hand and the two of you walked inside the hall where the party is held. The Gods and Goddess’ turned towards the door and they stared the two of you in awe. “They’re all looking at you.” You told your boyfriend.

Dui
“No my Goddess, they’re all looking at you.” Walking towards the other Gods they complimented on how beautiful you look. It was quite flattering to hear him compliment you and it was quite rare for Leon or even Scorpio to say something nice.  After a small chitchat with each other the other Gods left you and mingled with the other Gods and Goddess that were at the party. 

Dui excused himself and went over the food table to grab some food for the two of you. In that moment a Goddess walked over to you and made small conversations with you. “I love what you’ve done to your hair! It’s simple, but classy. And the dress your wearing really emphasize your body.” You thanked her for the compliments you were getting but at the same time you felt a bit uneasy. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch your name.” The Goddess asked. “Y/N.” You replied and looked for Dui. “That’s a beautiful name. A beautiful name for a beautiful Goddess like yourself.” She winked. 

Before the conversation could even go Dui appeared between you and the other Goddess. “I’m sorry but I’ll be taking my Goddess away, I’m sure she’s hungry now.” You silently thanked him. When the two of you got far away from the crowed Dui said somethings that you oblivious about. He mentioned that the Goddess was in fact flirting with you but you were unaware of it. He was a bit pissed but he couldn’t stay mad at you and your beauty. “It’s bad enough that I have to other guys look at you but now you’ve attracted the Goddess’ as well. What am I going to do with you.” He leaned in and kissed the top of your head.

Huedhaut
“Hmm I’d like to think otherwise.”
 He smiled at you. He knew that they weren’t just looking at him but you as well. Your beauty has caught everyone’s attention and Huedhaut kept a calm face. He brought you over with him to greet the other guests in the party. 

However you were totally unaware that one of the Goddess has taken an interest in you. “My, my Huedhaut, you’ve caught an eye candy huh.” She smirked as she looked at you from head to toe. Huedhaut could only smile at the Goddess. After he finished his greeting he walked with you to the food table. It was weird because you recalled Huedhaut saying that Gods don’t need food and yet there were lots of food that were prepared. 

You were having troubles choosing with that you should put on your plate. Everything looked so good, it was hard to decide. “I suggest that you try this.” The same Goddess came behind you making you flinch. That scared the heaven out of you. The Goddess then wrapped her arm around your waist and you didn’t even notice it. Huedhaut in the other hand still kept a calm face even though he was very irritated. The Goddess was about to recommend a wine for you buy she was stopped by Huedhaut. “Please excuse us, my Goddess and I will be sharing the foods that you’ve recommended to see how good they are. Plus, I can give her better wine than what they have here.” And with that the two of you left the Goddess at the food table. 

Leon
“Tch of course they’re looking at me. Who wouldn’t?”
Leon was now smirking, only to receive an eye roll from you. “Still full of yourself I see. But sorry to break it to you Leon but I’m pretty sure that they were all looking at this gorgeous Goddess by your side.” You couldn’t help but blush at the comment that the Goddess has made. Does she not know that you’re just a human? But even if she did, would she act different around you? Would she tease you that your a human attending a party in the Heavens?

Shaking off that feeling you made small conversations to lessen the awkwardness you were feeling awhile ago. You learned a lot from the group and couldn’t help but smile at them. Leon watched you as you mingled with the other Gods.

It didn’t bother Leon much that you drew a lot of attention to yourself. He was glad that you were his and that they can’t do anything about it. In a way this is how Leon showed you off to the other Gods and Goddesses. He’d smirked at the compliments that they gave you. 

Once he had enough he cut off their conversation with you. “Alright I’m taking my Goddess back. You can back off now and find your own happiness cause I’m not planning to share my happiness with anyone else.” With that, the two of you left the group holding hands while walking. 

Scorpio
He kept glancing around the ballroom on why the Gods and Goddesses looked towards the both of you. He had an idea, one was that they were shocked to see him bring a date to the party, two was that they were shocked of how beautiful you were. 

He knew very well that it was the second option. Within that moment a Goddess stopped in front of the two of you and introduced herself. Scorpio didn’t really care who she was but he pretended to just listen to your conversation. “I’m quite surprise that Scorpio here brought a lovely lady like you to the party. We all thought that he was gay for Leon or something because of their constant bickering but I guess we were wrong.” Scorpio’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance. The Goddess was definitely getting under his skin   

Scorpio could only glare at the other Goddess and she tried to impress you and flirt with you. It angered him more that you couldn’t tell that you didn’t notice it. It annoyed him how oblivious you were at this situation. “Y/N and I will be leaving now. Goodbye…” He trailed off because he forgot the name of the Goddess. Not like he cared in the beginning. 

He snapped his fingers and the two of you appeared at your apartment. Before you could even ask him why did he do that, he crashed his lips onto yours. “I didn’t like the way she was taking your attention from me. I don’t like the way she was looking at you, you’re mine alone.” He hugged you to hide his blushing face.