I wonder if there was ever a year in Hogwarts history where Every. Single. First year was sorted into one house. Like, maybe they didn’t even all belong there. But after like, the tenth kid was sorted into Hufflepuff (for example) The would-be Gryffindors are like, “hah, this’ll be a great joke let’s all ask the hat to be puffs. And the would would be Slytherins are laughing cos going into Hufflepuff would means no one suspects their pranks and plans and how very devious. And the would-be ravens go along because it would be an interesting experiment to see how this changes the school dynamic. And Snape is just like, FUCK they’re all Hufflepuffs help me and sprout is just BEAMING and also more than a little confused and McGonagal and Dumbles figure it out right away because they see those kids who are wearing remarkably Marauder-esque faces laughing over their brilliant seven year joke and Flitwick is confused because everyone keeps figuring out the riddle and all the lil puffs study in the ravenclaw common room when they want peace and quiet. And Hufflepuff always wins the house cup because there’s so many of them now. And over seven years all these kids that would be divided figure out that they even each other out and kids who would have been in four different houses are all best friends.


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This one is dedicated to @onceuponagladerhead, @noones-girl1980 and that one anon who said they wanted it I appreciate you guys so here it is

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Summary: AU in which Jughead and the reader are roommates at boarding school and they hate each other. The reader employs some ~interesting~ techniques to find out if Jughead likes her


A/N: I know some people really want Jughead to be asexual but he is not in this fic so if you don’t like the idea then please don’t read it 

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Maria Nikolaevna of Russia (26th June 1899 - 17th July 1918)

In life she used to be overshadowed by her elder sisters, in the years post her death it was the name of Anastasia that drew attention. Maria Nikolaevna, third daughter of the last Tsar, had a reputation of being placid and almost angelic, as well as often ending as the butt of a joke because of her clumsiness. By nature Maria was essentially a Mother. Extremely earthy and straightforward, she felt awkward during official occassions, but would lose any shyness when face to face to an ordinary person. With remarkable memory for faces, Maria never forgot anyone and felt keen interest in other people. Occassionally there would be pangs of loneliness and jealousy in her heart, owing to the fact she suffered from the middle child syndrome, but her inborn unselfishness and devotion always triumphed over them. 

Maria was the only one of the four sisters whose birth disappointed the Emperor so much that he had to take a long, solitary walk in the park before he could face his wife and greet the new baby. But it was also this daughter, who stood as the greatest support and pillar of strength to her parents during the days of February revolution in 1917, and a year later during their transport to Ekaterinburg. She died a horrible death in the hail of bullets and thrusts of blunt bayonets, just one among millions of innocent victims of the Russian Civil War. Today she is considered a martyr and a saint. But all she ever wanted was to have a family of her own.

here’s ur drabble nerds,,, tumblr user sinisterspooks held me at gunpoint as i finished this (also,,, sini came up with the ideas i just Expanded)

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be more chill
jeremy heere/michael mell
percussion boys au
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anonymous asked:

Could we get a scene or sentence of Rhys messing with (or just talking to) nesta?

A moment later, Nesta was stomping through the front door, her face a remarkable shade of green. “I need - a toilet.” I met Rhys’s stare as he prowled in behind her, hands in his pockets. What did you do? 

His brows shot up. But I wordlessly pointed Nesta toward the powder room beneath the stairs, and she vanished, slamming the door behind her. Me? Rhys leaned against the bottom post of the banister. She complained that I was flying deliberately slow. So I went fast.

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 14

(Chapter Index: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15)

Ritsu woke to the alarm he had set half an hour early. It set out a steady, blipping whine, which jarred him awake to a room scarcely lit. He shut off the alarm and lied still a moment, noiseless except for his breath. He stared at the ceiling, shrouded in the same dark gray as the clouds outside, which were cast with only the faint predawn light. The world buzzed with the faint hum of street lights. A few cars passed through the road, their beams cutting swaths through the low-hanging fog. Isolated, in quick trills, bird song carried through the air.

Ritsu got out of bed, got dressed, and grabbed his bag. He did this more from memory than sight, as the world was still bleak outside, and his room was even darker. He rounded the stairs, bag slung at his shoulder. Carpet passed to tile beneath his feet, and he bypassed the foyer in favor of the kitchen, where he found both his parents sitting at the table. They did not notice him, not at first. A wordless silence hovered, punctuated by the faint scrape of fork against plate, the clack of glass to table, the gurgle of the coffee maker filling. Mr. Kageyama cleared his throat once. Ritsu did not notice he held his breath.

Mrs. Kageyama finally looked up.

“Ritsu, you’re awake early,” she remarked. Her face was bathed only in the light of the lamp hanging above the kitchen table, a warm, soft light that gave the illusion of erasing the lines which had etched themselves permanently beneath her eyes. She offered a small smile in greeting that did not touch her eyes. “You don’t leave for school for another half hour.”

Ritsu’s right hand tightened on the bag strap. The bleeding stream of magenta from his wrist had ebbed to nothing overnight. It felt healed now, in the dim predawn. He doubted his parents would be able to see it anyway, even if it were still flowing freely.

“I’m joining student council,” Ritsu said, and he said it simply, although his heart pounded in his throat.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, how are you? I really love your blog Can i have a scenario where the s/o misses her family and the M and S brothers try to comfort her? Thank you! Ps. sorry for my english


Shu: He would tell his s/o to stop crying because she wouldn’t make anything happen through tears. Nevertheless, Shu would calm her down with music from his earbud and if that didn’t work, he would gather her in his arms and murmur how she doesn’t need to cry anymore because he is at her side. He’ll do his best to persuade her to stay with him because she is his most precious treasure now.

“You already belong to me, you know. I won’t let you go back to your family anymore.”

Reiji: Dismissing her feelings, Reiji would inform her that she should not shed tears for people that she will never see again. But despite his cold exterior though, Reiji is a little fearful that his s/o will leave him one day to go back home. He will sit her down and make tea for her, stating that she isn’t allowed to ever leave him. In other words, he needs her more than her family.

“You are my possession and you will do what I say. Stay with me for an eternity…”

Ayato: How could she miss her family when she has the great Ore-sama at her side? Ayato finds it hard to empathize with her, and he isn’t sure what to say to make her feel better either. Pinning her to the bed, Ayato would express how he will never find sweet blood like hers centuries from now. He refuses to let her leave his side, and he wants her to know that she only needs him.

“I want your blood, Chichinashi. I’ll never quench my thirst without you. Don’t leave me, alright?”

Kanato: Kanato would not want his lover to miss her family. Her new life was with him, and he didn’t want her to misunderstand this fact. Glaring at her crying face, Kanato would say that she is stupid for thinking about her family and he threatens to burn her eyes out if she doesn’t stop. Afterwards, Kanato would caress her face and remark how she only needs him and no one else.

“You only need me. No one else matters to you but me. Isn’t that right, Teddy?”

Laito: Laito would chuckle and gently bring his lover in his arms, holding her tightly as he wiped away her tears with his slender finger. Using sweet words and some lip service, Laito would manipulate his s/o into thinking that her family really wasn’t important and that all she needed to worry about was him. His kisses and promises to keep her happy would be enough to keep her at his side.

“Bitch-chan, I’ll make love to you every day if you remain at my side. We’ll make our own family.”

Subaru: Conflicted by his lover’s sadness, Subaru might feel that his lover would be better off without him. If she misses her family that much, he’d angrily tell her to leave him while she can. Otherwise he might change his mind and kill her. But Subaru only says this to further encourage her to leave. He thinks they were not meant to be in this lifetime under their current circumstances.

“Tch…just leave already. I knew you would leave me one day for something else…”

Kino: He was abandoned before and left to be with the ghouls, so he did not want his one and only lover to leave him for her family. He doesn’t understand what is so important about family and would most likely imprison his s/o if she continues to bug him about seeing her family. Piercing his fangs into her, Kino would remind his s/o that a kiss goodbye will never occur between them.

“You exist for me. We’re match made in hell thanks to that man, don’t you think?”


Ruki: Seeing his lover cry at her desk, Ruki would quietly approach her with a frown and place his hands on her shoulders, massaging them to grab her attention. When she confesses how much she misses her family, Ruki would tell her that it would be best to forget them. After all, she was his lover now, and she wouldn’t be allowed to leave under his watch.

“Forget about them, Livestock. I can give you everything you need, including myself.”

Kou: Kou would sweep his crying s/o off her feet and carry away to their bedroom, where they can privately discuss what has been bothering her. When she reveals her hidden sadness, Kou would just pat her head and tell her that she shouldn’t feel this way. She’s married to a famous idol, what more could she ask for? In essence, Kou guilt trips her enough to make her stay with him in the end.

“M Neko-chan, I’m enough for you, aren’t I? If you love me, you would stay and not complain.”

Yuma: As rough as he appears, Yuma would actually remain calm in this situation and ruffle his s/o’s hair, emphasizing that it’s annoying to see her in this awful state. If he’s feeling generous. Yuma might allow her to go and visit her family once in a blue moon, but he sends out a familiar with her every time. Possessive as always, he wants her home before the sun sets.

“Can’t ya be quicker gettin’ home, Sow? I hate not being around ya for this long.”

Azusa: Azusa isn’t sure how to quite respond to his s/o, but he would comfort her with hugs and reassuring words. He doesn’t like the idea of his s/o leaving him or being miserable, so he will allow her to visit home as often as she likes. His s/o can’t forget him back in the Mukami mansion, and she always finds herself coming back to him. It works out for the both of them in the end.

“Eve…be safe…on your trip home…see you…soon.”

 -Admin Yuuzuki

Am I Still Your Hero?

Originally posted by iwannaseeitall

Written by Danielle 

Category: fluff

Word Count: 2,074

Request from Anonymous:  Hi! Can I request a scenario where Peter and the reader are childhood friends and the friend walks in on Spider-Man and she starts freaking out that Peter’s in trouble? And can Peter troll her into confessing how she truly feels for her childhood friend?? Sorry if that made like no sense.

A/N: After writing this I realized the anon could have been asking that the reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man but I had already read it as she has always known, so sorry if I misunderstood. I hope you still like this fic <3 I absolutely loved the childhood idea and hope I could do it some justice. I don’t know if he really trolled her lol because I couldn’t think of something clever, but I hope you still like their conversation in this. :) Loved your request! Thank you!! <3

“I see a dragon! What do you see (Y/N)?!” Your best friend Peter asks you excitedly as the two of you lay on the summer grass looking up at the big fluffy clouds.

“I see a unicorn. Right there!” You say as you point to the cloud next to Peter’s dragon. There is a slight breeze and it feels good with the hot summer sun beating down. Even with all the clouds, you can still feel the sun’s warmth on a beautifully perfect day like this. Nearby, you and your best friend’s favorite climbing tree stands tall, branches scraping the clouds. You’d probably attack it after looking up at the clouds for a few moments. At seven and eight years old, you and Peter spent your days running around in the field, climbing trees, staring at clouds, and looking for little critters in and out of the river. Every day was always full of adventure.

“Race you to grandmother Willow!” Peter yelled suddenly as he rushed up. You were right behind him as you two ran to the grand tree you loved so dear. Peter had named it grandmother Willow after the tree in one of your favorite movies, Pocahontas. Peter had beat you to the tree like he always had.

“One of these days I’m going to beat you, Parker!” You tell him while using his nickname trying to catch your breath.

“I’m a superhero, (Y/N)! And superheroes always got to come in first place so they can save people.” Peter exclaims as he pushes his glasses up.

“You’ll always be my hero Peter.” Smiling to Peter, he gives you a smile back as the two of you start climbing the tree.

Although all of your days weren’t spent living in the outdoors, Peter and you always managed to have fun.

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Until adolescence, I was very complexed by my size. I was often the smallest in my class, in other words almost always. I saw the other girls become women and I, keeping the body of a child.
I wanted to grow up, have nice curves, but Mother Nature wasn’t of the same opinion. So I abandoned, believing one day that the society shows us : a beautiful woman boils down to being tall and thin.
I don’t understand why this discrimination. It was as if women less than 1m70 could be lovely. Say I’m 1m55, it’s limit ridiculous.
And then one day I looked at my mother, who is smaller than me, she has faced many remarks about it. I saw her smile, happy and above all proud of her.
If was my click, for me, it was more radiant than all these models without expression. She exuded charm, happiness and femininity.
My mother is my opposite : coquette, with humor, gifted in many areas and without exception. Next, I felt even more tiny it.
Wonderful women of smaller sizes, it exists everywhere. We’re not talking Eva Longoria, Karrueche Tran, Hayden Panettiere and Lea Michele, we’re talking about people like you and me. ———By tit3.viet

Thanks tit3.viet for sharing her “Growing pains” .Be yourself Be confident Be strong Be postitive Be rosegal girl @rosegalfashion

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anonymous asked:

What is it like for children in refugee camps? I imagine it must be confusing and difficult, especially if their families are separated.

Our Sesame Workshop and IRC teams just returned from Jordan last month. Spending time with refugee children and their parents and caregivers is at once heartbreaking and heartwarming. Many have experienced unimaginable loss – the loss of parents, siblings, and friends, and the loss of their homes and a feeling of safety. But, in the face of remarkable tragedy, all parents and caregivers simply want what’s best for their children – to give them the tools they need to thrive.

The international humanitarian system has failed to prioritize refugee children’s educational needs in a serious way – but Sesame Workshop and IRC are partnering to change that. By pairing IRC’s expertise and on the ground infrastructure serving refugee families – from health care workers and home visitations, to healing classrooms and child care centers – and Sesame’s proven ability to create engaging, educational content, we know we can bring children and families the support they need and deserve. 

Many refugee families don’t live in official refugee camps – in fact, most live in informal tented settlements or within host communities in surrounding countries. The mass media content Sesame Workshop is developing will also promote mutual respect and understanding, both within displaced communities and between refugees and the host communities in which most refugees live.

Elmo’s new friends in Jordan told Elmo that they had to leave their homes because it wasn’t safe for them to stay. And that made them really sad and sometimes scared. A lot of them don’t even get to go to school at all anymore. That would make Elmo really sad. Elmo tried to help his new friends feel better by being kind to them the way Elmo’s friends on Sesame Street are kind to him. And Elmo hopes his new friends get settled into new homes and schools soon!

Karen Wheeler notices the biggest change in her children over the breakfast table. She notices how they sit slightly closer together, their bodies turned ever so slightly in towards one another, rather than away in annoyance. She notices how Nancy passes Mike the syrup for his eggs and doesn’t make a snide remark or a disgusted face. She notices how Mike carefully refills Nancy’s glass with orange juice before refilling his own. And she notices, most of all, how they always linger at the table long after she’s cleared their dishes away, quiet and sombre, as if the day ahead will prove more difficult than the last. And Karen—as she watches her children get up from the table, Nancy offering Mike a ride to school and Mike refusing because he’s meeting Lucas in ten minutes—wonders what brought them so close together and worries that she’ll never fully understand their pain. 

Elucien Meta: ‘Light’


“The suite was filled with sunlight.

Every curtain shoved back as far as it could go, to let in as much sun as possible.

As if any darkness was abhorrent. As if to chase it away.” pg 154

Helion = High Lord of the Day Court = Lucien = light. That’s all I’m saying, haha.

To me, this is not-so-subtle foreshadowing, of the same likes as Cassian’s “he was made from fire and wind” that hinted Nessian were mates.

“And seated in a small chair before the sunniest of the windows, her back to us, was Elain.” pg 154

Again, this seems too good to be a coincidence.

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Don’t Let Go

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Ship: Tree Bros (Connor Lives AU)
Summary: Sometimes you have to go back and finish the fight. You keep digging and don’t let go.
Possible Triggers: I mean swearing,,,intrusive thoughts, and break ups? (I’m bad at tagging triggers)

Word count: 1860


Silence festered between the two, souring the air. Evan clenched his fist around the navy blue duffel bag strap, taking in a shaky breath.

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I completely understand why your upset Swen about this hug. Sur it was about the engagement, but it actually show us the dynamic between Emma and Regina. We know they are friends now…friends do hug.

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Nevertheless, I agree that the scene was off. Entirely. First of all, Emma seems more embarrass than anything when her mother looks at her ring, and even more when Henry asks her how Hook proposed. We all know he didn’t really do it, Emma pushed him to. She could have said she found the ring and then explain how it turn out, but she chooses to tell:

“I kind of say yes before he had a chance to.”

While saying it, she forced a smile. Note that this conversation happen with Henry and more importantly Snow, the woman who represents the fairytale world and so the Savior’s title given to the blonde.
The conversation feels rush, tense, like Emma doesn’t want to talk about it. Bravo for Henry ironic tone, by the way! Snow doesn’t even notice her daughter’s behavior, and the first thing she wants to do is planning the wedding. My bet, she would want for Emma to have the same kind of wedding they done in the Enchanted Forest. A fairy tale wedding.
Instead of being happy, the blonde cuts her and tell her mother, the wedding had to wait.

“We’re going to wait a little while before we start planning…”

Did you notice the chill in Emma’s voice… She doesn’t want her mother to freak out at this news, but she seems more in touch with herself than before while saying they want to wait to get married. Saying yes is one thing. Marrying the man is another.

“OH why?”

Ok it’s because of the Gideon thing, but did you see Emma deflecting eyes? BOUM, downcast, like she was sad to disappoint her mother and then she brings Gideon justifying the delay.

After, we have Zelena and Regina entering the loft. Zelena is the one noticing the ring. Why that? When they enter the loft, we can see Emma going to place her hand in her jean’s pocket, as she doesn’t want other to know. Except that when you’re engaged to the person you love, you want the world to know. Emma’s hiding it to Regina.
Zelena sees the ring and in a wicket smile exposes Emma to Regina.

“Is that an engagement ring?!”

Stop the video when Zelena pulls Emma’s ring to her eyes. Focus on Regina who is literally shocked to hear and see the news. The blonde is awkward in this moment and sad. She doesn’t even know how to respond. Emma’s attitude is worst than with Snow.  Zelena doesn’t say anything, not even congratulation. Nothing. Then we have this shot of Regina; open mouth, eyes cloud with tears. That’s not joy, that’s saddest.

“Hook proposed.”

Why saying this now instead of the conversation whit her mother?! The smile she gives is hypocrite, forced and a façade. So now Hook proposed. I thought she kind of say yes before he had a chance to… Way to go Emma. She chooses to say Hook proposed when Regina learns of the engagement. Really?!

“Oh… Emma…”

It sounds reprimanded no? Like she was going to add to this: “I thought I told you you’re too good for him…” Emma’s face after…Is she daring Regina to say something?! Chin held high, smugness. She is clearly daring her to say Something… and when the brunette says:

“I’m happy for you. I really am.”

It sounds like a goodbye. Regina is letting go. “Really” shows us Regina tries to convince herself. The hug was a way to feel each other close, one last time before letting go. Exactly as the conversation topic changes just after that. Remark Emma’s face in the hug. She is disappointed in the brunette, and sad that Regina didn’t say a word.

“That’s means a lot.”

Of course it does. For Emma, it means, Regina would not fight. But in reality, it means, the brunette cares so much about her that she rather watching the blonde marries a pirate than letting her know she has feeling for her. It means actions speaks louder than words. It means Regina is in love with Emma and chooses to sacrifice her happy ending in order for the blonde to have one. It means. Regina is Emma’s True Love.

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write a peter parker imagine where you two are enemies in school, you two hate eachother and you see him everyday in and out of school because his parents are best friends with your parents. one day when you get home they call you and peter in and force you to two to go on a date, you just suck it up and go on it. as you went on the date, you two actually had a lot in common and at the end you two liked eachother. thanks! love ur writing ♥

A/N: thanks nonny! ♥

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The teacher was blabbering about his usual lesson, it sometimes felt like it was the same lesson over and over everyday. You sat there, scribbling on the desk with your pencil, you were bored out of your mind, there was absolutely nothing to do. You were always bored as usual, mostly in science class, your least favorite place to be. And the subject wasn’t the reason you hated that class, it was your enemy, Peter Parker. As you were scribbling on the desk you suddenly feel something get shot at your head, and it was sticky.

You turn around, soon seeing a smirking Peter with a straw placed in his hand. You got out the thing in your hair, it a spitball. You were absolutely disgusted that you just touched something that came out of Peter’s mouth. Ew.

“Stop it.” you scowled, turning back around.

A few minutes passed, than another spitball came flying into your hair again.

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anonymous asked:

What type and form of humor does each sign have

This is a very difficult question to answer broadly because sense of humour in someone’s chart is determined by many things, especially the sign in and aspects to Mercury and Jupiter… Venus also possibly.
I think the mutable cross itself symbolizes humour; Gemini with witty, clever jokes… Sagittarius laughs at everything, witty or not… Virgo is harder to impress, may even be difficult to get her to laugh… And Pisces just does not get the joke or laughs at what is clearly not a joke…

I believe people with a strong presence of Gemini/Mercury and Capricorn/Saturn could easily be described as having ‘dry humour’; drops a sarcastic remark with a straight face. The dryness comes from Saturn… 

People with Sagittarius/Jupiter dominance will literally laugh at everything (unless of course, they are seriously afflicted), I am the living proof of this (Sag dom), I’ve had teachers that are quite like the Gemini/Capricorn type described above who would literally just be giving a lecture, but because they are quite animated (Gemini’s hand gestures and mimicry…), serious, and impressionable, I could not help but laugh the entire time they were teaching! And I’d be the only one laughing… (Maybe my classmates were all Virgos…)
Sagittarians are definitely the half glass full type folk, so jokes about unfortunate situations aids their optimism. Their jokes are usually inclusive and playful.

Although pessimistic, I feel Cancers can be similar to Sagittarius in the way that they will laugh at unfortunate situations. They are very sarcastic.

I feel like the air signs, Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius, could easily be grouped together as the types of people that appreciate intelligent humour; well thought out jokes, puns, “smart jokes”…
Of course, each air sign does have its differences. An Aquarius might crack a joke that is highly inappropriate and although a Libra might laugh at it, a Libra wouldn’t make a inappropriate joke… The classy Venusian sign is “too good” for that.
Aquarius and Aries are definitely the types to make inappropriate and dirty jokes. I’ve made this observation through plenty of Aquarians and people with Aries dominance. Aries in Venus is known for playful teasing, so Aries dominance probably would enjoy humour involving teasing (of course, never to purposely hurt anyone unless they didn’t like the person they’re making fun off..). In one instance, I know a person who is a Pisces sun, but has Mercury conjunct Jupiter in Aries and he comes off innocent, but will then unexpectedly say something extremely dirty (but funny) 😂! Oh and he also has Mars in Scorpio… I feel like Scorpio in Mars folks also have a specialty for dirty jokes, but I can never tell if they’re actually joking 👀

And about Scorpio… I know people are probably gonna hate me for saying this, but THEY DO have a dark sense of humour… And before you attack me for saying this, obviously look at aspects to Mercury and Jupiter, make sure you look over the whole chart’s personality. 
People with Scorpio/Capricorn influences especially have a very strange sense of humour and as a Sagittarian that is renown to laugh at everything, they are the one type of people I have a hard time laughing at because sometimes they are just down right strange! 

^ me when a Capricorn/Scorpio dom makes a joke

And then there’s Pisces…
I’ve met so many Pisces and every single one has had multiple “haha, what?” moments! Sure they will laugh with you, but often times they don’t get the punchline. I feel like they also like humour that doesn’t make sense, jokes that are purposefully random and confusing.
One Pisces teacher I had would sometimes make jokes that no one would get and he would laugh at his own jokes. 

And Virgos, like I mentioned at the very top of this post seem to be hard to get to laugh, but I’ve done it before. It’s actually really funny to see them try and hide a laugh, but then they crack a smile a little bit and you know you’ve got them. I believe Virgos appreciate clever humour like the air signs. I also know they are the type of people you can give a side glance at when you see someone cringy in public and they will know EXACTLY what you’re thinking and probably laugh at your mutual judgement towards a person who is being embarrassing. 

I feel like Leo’s humour is somewhat similar to Sagittarius with a hint of Aries. Loves the build up of a great, hilarious story. 

I think Taurus is the only one I didn’t really go over yet and they seem to like suggestive humour. Lots of innuendos, but not necessarily as crude and vulgar as Aquarius or Aries. Basically, they might make a butt joke, but they is no sexual motive behind it. 
They probably enjoy a range of humour, but it doesn’t have to be as witty as Gemini’s for them to enjoy. People are quick to describe Taurus’ humour to be ‘boring’, when really it’s just more average; it just isn’t as extreme as an Aquarius or Scorpio. 

He's Always Like That

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Charachters: Reader x Betty x Archie x Jughead (platonic) 

Word Count: 664

Warnings: None

Anon Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is friends with the core four and she is a freshman. And people like Reggie and Cheryl pick on her so they protect her. Sorta like a reader protection squad 

A/N: So i guess a lot of you want a part 2 to “I Shouldn’t”… So I guess I’ll get to work on that. Look out for it within the next few days! <3


Being a freshman was scary. For one thing, high school was totally different than being in middle school. There were different rules and expectations you needed to live up to in order to be socially accepted. There were new conditions to be met if you wanted to blend in. 

For example, you had to dress in a way that wouldn’t get you made fun of. You were a loser if you didn’t wear a a touch of makeup that could hide the little face demons that would pop up every once in a while. But even though you did all of these things, tried to blend in to the crowd of students, you were still always picked on. By Reggie Mantle. 

The oh so perfect jock who could find every single one of your flaws. It didn’t help that he was your brother, actually… it made it worse. He knew more things about you then you liked to admit. 

But the sucky thing was, he used those flaws against you. Of course you couldn’t go to your parents, they’d just tell you to stop tattling on your brother and kiss off. No matter how much he put you through, he wouldn’t quit. Teasing and tormenting, every day and night. That was another suckish aspect of your life, his torture would always follow you home where you couldn’t hide.

 One day, he was in a particularly grumpy mood and just wouldn’t stop pestering you while you were trying to get to class. “Reggie stop.” You grumbled as you tried to pick up your pace to get away from him. He only laughed and grabbed your bag, ripping it from your shoulder. You turned to grab it back but he only held it higher than you could reach.

 "Damn it Reggie, just give it back!“ You yelled as you tried jumping for it but he only held it out of your grasp as he giggled. "Please Reg, just let me get to class.” You said as you tried reaching for it again. “Hey Reggie, why don’t you quit being an ass to your little sister and give her back her bag?” You heard a stern female voice say. 

You both looked to see Veronica Lodge staring at the both of you with her arms crossed. “Oh, and what are you gonna do doll face?” Reggie remarked as he still refused to give you back your bag. Veronica opened her mouth about to speak when Archie, who had happened to hear her while walking through the hallway came by and grabbed your bag from Reggie’s hand. 

He handed it you and then glared at Reggie as he walked off. “T-thank you.” You yell after him as he turned to you and winked. Reggie groaned as he walked after him. “Come on Arch! You’re just ruining all the fun.” He yelled. You turned to Veronica who was now accompanied by Betty.

“Thanks Veronica, don’t mind my brother, he’s always like that.” You said as you shrugged your bag back over your shoulder. “No problem, so he’s always picking on you?” Veronica asked. You nodded. 

“Well, how about you hang out with us? We’ll make sure Reggie doesn’t bother you anymore. In fact, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, and I were gonna go to Pop’s later. Do you wanna join us?” Betty asked. “Wait, you’re inviting me to hang out with you guys? But I’m just a freshman, don’t you guys wanna hang out with other people your age?” You asked with an eyebrow raised.

 Betty and Veronica both shrugged. “You seem chill, so Pop’s after school ok?” Betty said as she started to walk off with Veronica to their next class. “S-sure.” You answered back, entirely grateful for what they were doing.

From then on, when Reggie started to tease you, one of your four new friends would help you out and it was awesome. Now you could actually enjoy your freshman year without worrying abut your dick of a brother.

This striking mural – some 80 feet long – covers the wall outside a Yemeni restaurant in Hamtramck, Mich. It represents Yemeni Muslim culture and history, and was painted by the Chilean artist Dasic Fernandez over the course of a winter month in 2013: “during the freezing cold and snow,” according to the civic group OneHamtramck.

I keep coming back to the intense gaze of the young girl veiled in turquoise (top photo). When the mural was unveiled, Fernandez remarked, “The child whose face is covered, look what she is wearing. She is wearing the sky, which represents freedom.“

Yemenis are one of the largest demographic groups in formerly-Polish Hamtramck; they now make up about 20% of the population. In Hamtramck streets, it’s common to see women fully veiled, with only their eyes exposed. The Muslim call to prayer rings out five times a day from more than a dozen mosques around the city.

By the way, Elissa and I highly recommend Sheeba Restaurant, which is on the other side of that mural. Above, you’ll see some of our Yemeni feast. We sampled maraq (lamb broth soup), creamy baba ghannouj, fassolia, fattoush salad, chicken stew with vegetables, and a fragrant lamb fahsa, which came to the table bubbling and steaming in that black casserole. Oh, and that delicious flatbread, which was the size of a hubcap before we tore into it. With admirable restraint, we abstained from dessert. 


Photos: Melissa Block/NPR