she has had him from the very beginning

Chat Noir’s Popularity and Ladybug’s Importance

I really don’t understand where the notion that Paris doesn’t like or care about Chat Noir came from. I mean while he obviously isn’t as popular as Ladybug, people seem to appreciate him fine.

At the statue unveiling, Chat was the only one who showed up and not one single person in the entire crowd complained about where Ladybug was. The Mayor wanted her there, but he was fine with going on without her and Theo was reluctant about it because of his crush on her. But overall everyone was excited to see him! Even when Ladybug was absent, and before they revealed the statues, they continued cheering, and they took pictures of him.

I know that this is actually Copycat, but these people don’t. He’s Chat Noir to them and as soon as he enters the room they’re immediately in awe over being so close to the famous hero (the girl on the left even fangirls a little).

Look at how stoked this family is over seeing him. He’s not even doing cool superhero stuff, he’s just walking inside the museum.

When Ladybug arrived this was Nino’s reaction:

When Chat Noir arrived he was like:

This one random and well meaning dude cheering him on in the back.

Honestly no one has ever said anything bad about him, the only person who has even came close to insulting him had been Antibug by implying that he was a “sidekick” once.

However when you’re akumatized you’re not held accountable for your words and actions. And she had specifically said that as a way to persuade Chat to her side, so there’s not really a lot of weight in her words.

So yeah people cheer for Ladybug, but they also have shown to get excited over Chat Noir. It’s just that Ladybug is more popular than him, and it makes complete sense in-universe why she is.

It’s more than that she’s the main character or that she’s in a show where there’s a girl targeted demographic. 

Ladybug is the leader, the one who wins the battles because of the plans she comes up with.

She swooped in and rescued the Mayor’s daughter in front of all of Paris and when everyone was cowering before Hawkmoth, she alone stood up against him and stunned them all by symbolically demolishing the “face of terror.” And then afterwards gave a heroic speech that gave them hope and cemented their trust in both her and Chat Noir. 

Not only can she purify the Akuma victims, but it’s because of her healing powers that she and especially Chat, will never have to worry about collateral damages or facing law suits over them, which probably helps the public be more forgiving towards Akuma victims when there’s no lasting devastation to deal with. This is a pretty common trope in superhero stories like in Captain America: Civil War, the destruction from Man of Steel being the set up for Batman vs Superman, and why the heroes in the Incredibles had to retire, but because of Ladybug this will never be an issue.

She has the power to bring people back from the mcfreaking DEAD!!!! (Seriously please think about that, like I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if there was some weird religious cult worshiping Ladybug because of that)

And yes people have died in this show.

In a building this size there had to have been people inside it. Probably barricading themselves while Stone Heart is rampaging outside.

aaaaaand they’re definitely dead (or severely injured in the least).

But they’re alive now because Ladybug brought them back, and again this helps the public be more forgiving towards the Akuma victims because no one really “died or got hurt.” 

Remember back in the Origins episode, where Officer Roger actually got injured from Stone Heart and how we saw everyone giving Ivan a hard time afterwards?

Of course this was before Ladybug used her Miraculous Cure and healed all the damage/injuries. This also means that no vengeful citizens will go after the Akuma victims or the heroes in a heartbroken rage of losing a loved one, which is good since they’d be really easy prey for Hawkmoth and it would only ensue an endless cycle of mourning Akumas. 

In fact if Ladybug didn’t have those powers, there’d probably be much more pressure on her and Chat to either defeat Hawkmoth for good or to give their miraculous to him to end it all. 

There’s also the possibility that there’d be attempts to put past Akuma victims on trial, depending on the damage they’ve left, physical or emotional. Even if they were mind controlled, it’s harder to appease with that when you’re left with the wreckage and until Ladybug and Chat Noir capture Hawkmoth they’d probably want someone to blame.

And all the big Ladybug fans have all been girls. Alya, Chloe, and Manon who like in real life are inspired by a powerful female figure and not only admire her, but also want to be like her (Chloe who cosplays and roleplays as her, Alya who from the beginning had an interest in super heroines and made a point to write about a strong fictional female character for the movie in Horrificator, and Manon who wanted the Ladybug doll so much she didn’t care that she had a torn arm).

So basically while it’s always great to appreciate Chat Noir, I don’t believe that he’s necessarily underappreciated by Paris. People respect him and even if Ladybug is more popular it’s not as if it’s undeserved or unreasonable. And above all, she has never taken all the credit herself: from the very beginning of their partnership where she emphasized to Paris that they’ll both do everything they can to help and all throughout the series!

And as for Chat himself, he seems pretty satisfied with all this. People generally love him and Ladybug repeatedly reaffirms that they are a team, that even if their popularity isn’t equal they both know that they are equal to each other, and he can openly enjoy his freedom that he doesn’t have as Adrien Agreste.

So yeah, he’s doing okay.

[Edit] TL;DR: Just because Ladybug is more popular than Chat doesn’t mean that he’s hated and there are very valid reasons as to why she is more popular than him. And ultimately? It doesn’t matter. Not to Ladybug or Chat.

Operation Cobra-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: reader is in love with Jughead. Jughead is with Betty.
Warnings: SAD SAD SAD ANGST I’m on my way to the hospital to take my mom and I was feeling this after seeing a spoiler from 1x06 sigh

I watched it happen from the very beginning. I noticed the very first time Jughead looked at her differently, the very first time he blushed when she complimented him, the very first time Jughead showed signs of jealousy when Trevor had asked her out. I watched it all unfold from the very beginning.
When Jughead told me he and Betty kissed, I did my best to be the extremely supportive best friend, convincing him to show the pretty blonde he was interested in her. When he did, I helped him plan the entire date out, from where to when, to picking his outfit out for him since he was absolutely helpless when it came to dating. I smoothed out the shoulders of his shirt, fixed his beanie, and sent him on his way.

That night, when he came back to my house to replay all the highlights of his date, he had a smile on his face almost the entire time. It was something I had only seen a handful of times, so even though my heart was breaking, I was still happy that something made him smile this big, even if it wasn’t with me.
When Jughead and Betty started dating, I began to slowly lose my best friend. He and Betty were always going together on the “super sleuth” cases, and I was hardly ever invited despite being the graphic designer and editor for The Blue and Gold. It didn’t bother me though, because I figured I would just see Jughead at Pop’s. I was wrong.

Jughead and Betty liked their alone time. They hardly ever invited us to hang out with them, and when we did, the rest of us felt like we were intruding. If I did have any alone time with Jug, his nose was in his phone, texting Betty the whole time. As supportive as I tried to be for the both of them, I was tired of pretending. All I ever did was pretend.

I walked in to the blue and gold after school, the room vacant. Jughead had probably waited for Betty outside of her history class so they could walk together to the newsroom; he used to do that with me all the time.
I sighed, sitting down at one of the seats in the room and pulling out my laptop. I set it on the desk and began designing the cover for this week’s newspaper.

Eventually, Jughead and Betty showed up, not even noticing I had been in the room. They were chatting about something, both blushing and bumping each other playfully. I mentally rolled my eyes and kept my nose in my laptop, not wanting to watch them be all lovey-dovey or whatever. A minute passed, which turned in to five, and then ten, and then fifteen, and by this time I was beyond upset. Neither had said a word to me at all.

I finished the designs for the paper and quietly closed my laptop, zipping open my bag and stuffing it in before lifting it over my shoulder. I stood up, my chair emitting a sharp noise as the heel of the object scraped against the old tile floor. Jughead and Betty’s heads turned at the sound, watching me push my chair back in.

“Oh my gosh, y/n! When did you come in?” Betty asked. I know she didn’t mean it in a rude way whatsoever, she was one of my best friends, but it angered me. Deciding to keep my anger bottled in, I acted like I didn’t hear her, making my way towards the door of the classroom. I walked out, making my way down the hall.

“Y/n! Wait!” Jughead called my name, and a hand grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

“What’s wrong?” Jughead inquired, his hand sliding down my arm to go to my wrist. I yanked my body back lightly, looking at him in surprise and disgust.

What’s wrong?” I repeated, my tone of voice obviously showing signs of outrage at this point. “Jughead, if you don’t know what’s wrong right now, then I guess we aren’t as close as I thought we were.” I turned away from him, walking down the hallway again.

Jughead grabbed my shoulder again, turning me and grabbing my hand.
“Don’t say that.” Jughead spoke softly, his jaw clenching.

Really? Jughead, you did not notice I was in the room for fifteen minutes! You did not become aware of my presence in the slightest! And that isn’t even the first time!” I screamed, shoving him away from me harshly. Jughead stumbled back, frozen in shock by what I had just done.

“You don’t even care about me anymore! I don’t even exist to you!” My fingers dug in to my palms as I yelled at him.

“So yeah, we aren’t as close as I thought we were. In fact, I’ve never been farther apart from you.” I turned, walking away again.

“y/n!“ Jughead called my name and I stopped.

"Don’t, Jughead.” I cut him off, turning to face him one more time. “For somebody who claims to be an amazing observer, you sure are pretty damn oblivious.” I walked down the hallway of the empty school, turning a corner and making my way home.


It was 5:39 when my phone rang, interrupting me from my moping over Jughead and Betty. I had stayed home from school the past few days, blaming it on how “sick” I had been feeling, which was bullshit, but only I knew it was bullshit. Or so I thought.

“Hey Ronnie.” I answered the phone.” Now’s not a good time- “

“Too fucking bad, princess. Get your ass up, I’m here.” I heard a knock at my door downstairs and Veronica hung up. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me, rubbing at my nose a bit to make it look red and grabbed a box of tissues. I wadded a couple up and threw them in the trash so my fake sick story would still be believable.

I padded downstairs slowly, hearing the incessant knocking and ringing of my doorbell. I took a deep breath before answering the door. There stood one of my best friends, hands on her hips and an irritated look on her face.

“Alright, time to stop moping and start moving on.” The black-haired girl stepped in to my house, closing the door and pointing upstairs.

“Who said I was moping?” I fired back, dragging myself up the stairs.

“Oh, come on y/n! You may be able to fool Archie, Betty, Jughead, and the rest of the entire world, but you can’t fool me. I know you aren’t sick, I know you and Jughead fought, I know you like Jughead. Its written all over you!” Veronica flung open the door to my room and marched to my closet, digging through it like a wild dog.” It’s kinda sick, actually. You look at him with literal heart eyes.Honestly, I would have gone for somebody a little more chiseled, but hey, we all got our own kinks- “

“Ronnie.” I cut off her incessant rambling, “Why are you knee-deep in my clothes?”

“Because, sweetheart.” Ronnie stuck her head out of my closet.” There’s a party tonight, and Jughead and my future wife are going, and we are going to show those two idiots who they really belong with.” Ronnie went back in to my closet, holding up numerous amounts of dresses, skirts, and eye-catching tops.

“Jughead is going to a party?” I queried, unconvinced.

“Yeah, it’s a thing with the cheerleaders at Cheryl’s, an Jughead is going to be the ‘supportive boyfriend’ or whatever.” Veronica scoffed at her own words, adding mocking quotations with her fingers before going back to digging in my closet.

“They’re probably going for more clues about Jason.” I mumbled, my mind drifting away a bit.

“For someone who only wears like, 4 outfits, you sure do have a lot of clothes.” Ronnie commented, pulling out a dress and examining it before hanging it back up.

“My mom tries.” I sighed, flopping back down on the bed.

“Oh, no you don’t. Get your happy ass up and get in the shower. You look terrible, which is weird for me, because you usually look incredibly fuckable.”

“Wow, thanks Ronnie.” I spat back, sarcasm laced in my tone. I got up and grabbed a towel from my drawer, walking in to my bathroom and taking a quick shower. I shaved my legs, as demanded instructed by my friend, and Ronnie did my makeup and hair, curling it and putting it up in a pretty half-do. I admired Ronnie’s work, hardly even being able to connect this me with the person that sat in my bed this morning, dark circles under her eyes and her hair in a knotty bun. She had also found a long sleeved black dress that came down to my knees, tucked away in my closet somewhere

Ronnie had brought over a dress for herself to change in to, and slipped on her shoes. She looked up and our eyes met in the mirror, a distressed look on my face.

“Listen, tonight is for us, okay?” Ronnie rested her hand on my shoulders, turning my chair so I faced her.” I’ve been sitting around and moping too, trust me, but we shouldn’t mope. We deserve so much better, alright? So, let’s just go out and have fun. We deserve that much, alright?” Ronnie held out her hand and I took it, pulling myself up and letting my arms go around her neck to embrace her. We both grabbed our purses and linked arms before walking down the stairs of my house and out my door.
“Ronnie, I don’t think I can do this.” I stood at the front door of the house, my heart racing.” I really can’t do this.” I turned away from the building, wringing my hands out in front of me.” I’ve been doing it for so long, and I don’t think I can pretend any more, and- “

“Y/n!” Ronnie grabbed my hands, holing them in between hers.” You can do this, ok? You’re y/n freaking l/n!! You are one of the strongest women I know, and you are fierce! You can’t let Jughead, or Betty, or anyone get to you! Don’t let them ruin your moment, ok? Because you are looking hot as hell- “Ronnie lifted one of my hands, twirling me in front of her, and I giggled- “And I’ll be damned if I let you let them mess with that.” I hugged Ronnie tightly before she linked my arm with hers and we walked in to the Blossom mansion.

The music wasn’t too loud, which was a kind gesture for my sensitive ears. Cheryl had already roped together some kids for a game of spin the bottle, and I had spotted Archie, Betty, and Jughead near a corner of the room. Ronnie had already gotten me away from the sight, pulling me to the kitchen. I only grabbed a bottle of sweet tea, ignoring the alcohol that lined the counter. Veronica did as well, unsurprisingly. Veronica was a very old-school classy person. If she did drink, it was usually only one glass, and something very light, as I had found out one night that I had slept over at her house.

“There’s my girls!” Kevin wrapped each arm around Veronica and I’s shoulders. “Operation ‘avoid Jughead and Betty because they’re little whores who have been ignoring us to suck each other’s faces’ has commenced!” I laughed at Kevin, giving him a weird look for the name he had chosen.

“Lets just call it Operation Cobra, you know, for short.” Veronica suggested.The three of us made our way to the middle of the dance floor ignoring our other friends. It was obvious Veronica was laughing and talking at a bit of a higher volume, as well as being extra touchy and flirty to get the attention of our friends. I didn’t so much as glance at Jughead, because I knew that once I did, it was game over, and I would be running home and hiding under my covers.
After a little while, I went to find a quiet place in the house, wanting to be alone. Parties weren’t really my thing, so I didn’t understand why I even agreed to go, but to be fair I was having a nice time

I sat on Cheryl’s back porch, my legs swinging off the edge as I looked out at her backyard. The graveyard with all her relatives didn’t really help boost my happiness, but at least I had gotten away from the incessant bass drops the music was giving off.

“Thought you were sick.” I turned my head to see Jughead leaning against the wall, legs and arms both crossed. My heart started beating wildly and I felt a lump in my throat.

“Thought you didn’t like parties.” I retorted, turning my head back around to face away from him.

“Touché.” I felt Jughead’s presence as he sat down next to me, our thighs brushing together. For a couple minutes, I didn’t say anything, scared that if I did I would burst in to tears.

“You look really, uh, nice tonight.” Jughead looked me up and down and I raised an eyebrow.

“I mean, not that you don’t look nice all the time, because you do.” Jughead scratched the back of his neck.” Because you know, you’re really beautiful, but you already know that I think that, because you know, you’re my best friend, and uh… yeah.” Jughead looked away

“You know, I’m not a mind reader.” Jughead chuckled lightly. I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I did my best to ignore him, crossing my arms and keeping my gaze away from his.

“Look- “Jughead gulped audibly, hesitating before lifting his hand and resting it on my shoulder.” I don’t know what’s going through your head right now, or what you’re dealing with, but I’m here for you- “

Really? Are you really “here for me?” I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, moving to stand up. I was furious at this point.” Jughead, I have talked to you maybe a handful of times since you and Betty started dating! You have cancelled every single one of our plans since then! Every time we’re together working on the blue and gold, you and Betty hardly even notice I’m in the room! – “

My hands went to my temples as I slowly paced back and forth on the deck of the porch. Jughead now stood in front of me, one hand shoved in the pocket of his jeans and the other running his hand down his face in a frustrated motion.

“And maybe I wouldn’t have been so angry about it, if you would have at least showed any sort of remorse, but you don’t! You don’t apologize, you don’t even text me in advance to let me know, you keep me sitting at Pop’s for hours, and you never even show up! I don’t even know why I still do it? What’s the point?” I began to walk past him but jughead held his arm out, stopping me from leaving. His hand grabbed my hip, turning me to face him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really am- “

“No you aren’t, Jughead! You aren’t sorry!” I pushed him away from me.” You aren’t sorry! If you were really ‘sorry’, you would have been there for me! You wouldn’t have skipped out on our plans! You wouldn’t have left me waiting all the time! Or you would have at least texted me to tell me you wouldn’t make it! Or even apologize!” I shoved my index finger against his chest, pushing him away from me once more.” But you don’t! You don’t apologize, or even feel any remorse about it, because all you care about is yourself! You don’t care about the consequences of the choices you make, because it doesn’t hurt you!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face as I ended my rant. Jughead had a shocked face on his look, as if he was surprised that I had just stood up for myself. I couldn’t blame him. All I ever did was let people use me as their personal door mat. I didn’t want to be that person anymore.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I do care about you, it’s just, I- “

“Save it, Jughead!” I shoved past him, running back in to the house and out the front door. I heard calls from my best friend and turned around to see Veronica and Kevin.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Veronica stood in front of me, blocking me from walking down the path towards the gate to leave Cheryl’s home. Her hands wrapped around my arms, stopping me from moving.” What’s wrong, what happened?”

“What do you think happened, Ronnie?” I spoke loudly, my hands moving wildly in front of me.” Jughead is an idiot! That’s what happened!” Kevin now stood beside Ronnie, and her hands went to my face, wiping away the tears. “I’m in love with a fucking idiot! That’s what happened!”

“I know sweetheart, I know.” Veronica hugged me tightly.

“He doesn’t care, Ronnie. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that he hurt me, or anything. It doesn’t matter.” I moved to look at her again.” Why do I have to be in love with him? It could have been anybody else! Why him?”

“I don’t know, honey, he’s a jerk, I don’t know why he- “Ronnie cut herself off, staring off behind me. I turned around to see Jughead standing ten feet away, arms at his sides and his lips parted slightly.

“Did you say you’re in love with me?” Jughead looked at me with wide eyes, waiting for an answer. I shook my head, diving between Ronnie and Kevin and running towards the gate. Jughead began to follow me, but Kevin and Ronnie held him back, letting me slip away.
I was halfway down the trek to my house when I passed by the Riverdale park. I sighed, steering off the sidewalk and towards the big dome-shaped jungle gym. I was just going to mope at home anyways, so I wasn’t in a hurry to get there.

I dropped my heels to the ground next to me, swinging my purse over my shoulder and climbing up to the top. I sat down in the middle, the solid platform cold against my skin. I didn’t care though. I pulled out my phone, ignoring any notifications I had. I checked Instagram, scrolling through Jughead’s account. I switched over to Betty’s, seeing multiple photos of her and Jughead. I didn’t exactly know why I was forcing myself to look at these, but I was.

I shut my phone off, wrapping my arms around my body. I hadn’t brought a jacket, another thing to beat myself up over. I looked around the park, my eyes eventually catching someone else’s. Jughead.

“What are you doing up there?” Jughead looked up at me, his hands in his pockets.

“I like it up here.” I defended.

“Can you come down?” Jughead asked me.

“No.” I protested.

“Then I’m coming up.” Jughead sighed, beginning to climb the structure. I scrambled to grab my purse, trying to get off as fast as I could, but it was too late. Jughead had climbed up, grabbing the bars on each side of my body and hovering so my lower body was trapped under his. He looked up at me, his chest heaving from climbing up as fast as he could, mixed with the sting of the cold weather. Our breaths could be seen in the winter air, mixing with each other and disappearing. I stared at Jughead, waiting for him to say something.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh yeah, hold on. Let me ruin my closest friendship real quick by telling him I have super hardcore feelings for him when he’s dating someone else!” I spat sarcastically.

“Ok, that’s fair.”

“Whatever, Jughead, just let me out.” I started to shuffle under his body, planning to duck under his arm, but he blocked me, climbing farther up. We were now eye level, his face only inches from mine. Jughead stared at me, not saying anything.

“Are you gonna say something?” I asked him, my eyes flickering between his.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jughead admitted. I rolled my eyes, pushing him so I could get out from under him. Apparently, I had pushed too hard, because next thing I knew, the boy lost his balance, stumbling off the bars and falling in to the grass on his back. I gasped, shouting his name before climbing down quickly and jumping off the last few bars.

“Jughead! Are you ok!” Jughead groaned in response, sitting up and rubbing his head. I dropped on to my knees beside him, my shoulders on his hands.

“Peachy.” He answered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, standing up and brushing the dirt off my dress.

“Whatever, I’m going home- “

“Did you know Veronica liked Betty?” I spun around, looking at Jughead.


“Well, I didn’t.” Jughead sighed, standing up. “And Veronica told her. Turns out, a big part of the reason Betty was dating me was to try and get over her, and convince herself she wasn’t gay. When Ronnie told her, she broke it off with me.” Jughead chuckled half-heartedly.

“Jug, I’m sorry.” Sympathy was laced in my voice. I stepped back toward him, patting his shoulder with my hand.

“It’s ok, really. I was dating her for kind of the same reason as well.” Jughead looked up at me, his eyes locking with mine.” You see, there’s this girl that I really like, and she’s been my best friend for quite a while.” My breath hitched in my throat, my hand leaving Jughead’s shoulder.” I’ve been kind of a shit friend to her, and I haven’t really been hanging out with her, more like avoiding her. It’s a really shitty thing to do, and I feel, like, really, really shitty about it.”

“Jughead, I, I can’t…” I turned back towards the dome jungle gym, walking towards my shoes. I felt Jughead’s hand on my shoulder and then my back was against the monkey bars, my body trapped by Jughead’s.

“I didn’t want to lose you.” Jughead admitted.” You’re everything to me, and I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. When I started dating Betty, I thought it would help me get over you, and then I could stop feeling the way I felt.” Jughead looked me in the eyes, his face no more than a few inches away from mine once again.” I watched what happened to my parents, and yours. They were just like us. They were best friends, and…” Jughead hung his head, cutting off his own words.

“Jughead.” I reached my hands up to cup his face, lifting his head to look at me.” We aren’t our parents, ok?” My thumb brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen down his face. Jughead smiled, his eyes flickering down to my lips, and mine doing the same.

“I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you too.” I laughed lightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. Jughead’s arms went to my waist, pulling me flush in to his body before he pressed his lips to mine. I sighed in to the kiss, feeling relief that Jughead felt the same way about me as I did him.

Jughead bit gently at my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he broke the kiss. I giggled, burying my face in to the crook of Jughead’s neck.
“I see my work did some justice.” I heard Ronnie call out. Jughead and I turned around on the sidewalk we had been on to see our friends.

“We have been looking everywhere for you guys! Where were you!” Archie called out, jogging towards us.

“Oh, you know, climbing jungle gyms, pushing Jughead off them, the usual.” I joked, looking up at Jughead. He smiled, rolling his eyes.
Ronnie and Betty walked up to us, hands held together.

“Hey, nothings gonna be… awkward, right?” Betty asked, looking at Jughead and I.

“No, Betts, everything’s good.” Jughead looked down at me, squeezing my hand.

“Ok, good.” Betty rested her hand on Jughead’s shoulder giving it a friendly squeeze before dropping it.

“Wait, so, you two?” Archie asked, looking at Ronnie and Betty, who nodded.

“And you two?” Archie looked at Jughead and I. Jughead nodded and I blushed, hiding in his side. Jughead wrapped an arm around my waist, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.” Kevin shrugged, walking towards us.

“Hey, we’re all heading to Pop’s, you coming?” Archie asked Jug and I.

“Archibald Andrews, do you ever think I would turn down a burger and fries from our ever so famous chock-lit shoppe?” I put a hand over my chest in mock offense.

“Of course you and Jughead are together, why was I even surprised.” Archie rolled his eyes, walking away from us.

“That obvious, huh?” Jughead spoke aloud, looking down at me.


Tick Tock

Tick Tock… 

Metaphysics teaches that time really doesn’t exist.

Tell that to my broken heart.  Right now, time is all it knows.  

It has been 104 days since I begged him, for the fifth time in two years, to make a life with me rather than just fit me into his. His response:  Apathy and his trademark passive aggression served with a side of public humiliation and emotional torment…for weeks. 

It has been 60 days since he told me, “For anyone else, I’d do counseling but not for you. You’re not worth it.”

- In the 44 days in between, my heart cracked in a million places.

It’s been 35 days since I left.

- In the 25 days in between, my heart splintered off piece by piece.

What I left behind:

-       The love of my life.

-       My self-worth.

-       Every imagining of my future.

-       Hope, faith, and any belief that I was loveable.

-       Is there a God?

Tick tock…

Five days after I left they celebrated their first month anniversary.  

- I feel so broken, so worthless, so inconsequential.  

Tick tock…

The ensuing roller coaster ride was harrowing. I tossed blame back and forth between him and me as if we were playing volleyball. I wept. I cried. I moved through each day like a zombie. I slipped further into depression and hovered at 100lbs. Sleep eluded me and when it would find me my dreams were worse than my waking thoughts. I prayed to just evaporate…to cease to exist, no, to have never existed. No memory. No before. No during. No after. Simply nothing.

You can’t properly define the darkness unless you’ve been in the bright light. It’s impossible to describe pain unless you’ve been in complete comfort.  

 I have moments when the lucid reality of being in a relationship with a narcissist tells me that they are incapable of love, remorse, and compassion. And I can nod in agreement and understanding. But the truth is, it doesn’t stop my pain. I was completely out there emotionally, thought I had found what I’d been looking for. I uprooted my life, moved 400 miles to be with him, only to be tossed aside like yesterday’s leftovers…while I still lived in the house.

It’s the worst kind of insult to the heart.  

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree.  The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” ~ Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy

Tick tock…

It has been seven days since a glimmer of light seeped in. I received a message from a stranger.  It was another woman who had watched our relationship — another woman who had come dangerously close to being consumed by the very same fire that had just consumed me. She had been burned enough to be scarred … and therefore watched…and waited for him to repeat the pattern.

Tick tock…

More lucidity as the fog begins to clear.  I’ve read books referred to me by his ex-wife.  I’ve received messages from other women who were also played.  I’m beginning to realize that it wasn’t me. I’d done nothing wrong other than placed my heart in the hands of a person incapable of loving.  

Tick tock…

Yesterday I shed tears for him. These tears were different. They were tears of compassion. What kind of childhood must he have endured to create such a person?  I wept, knowing the stories he’d shared with me. For the first time, if only for a few minutes, I realized that blaming him was pointless. To say “He can’t help himself for being what he is” is an untruth because he could help himself. However, until he realizes and faces his own humanity, blaming him for being how he is equal to blaming the sky for being blue. Pointless. Blame gives my power to him, which is not conducive to my healing.

Tick tock…

Two steps forward and one step back. Last night they celebrated their two-month anniversary — 35 days after I moved out.  

Tick tock…

Today I celebrate being single for 36 days. Today I recognize that I am lucky to have gotten out. Will I ever be the same? No. I will love him until I no longer do.  Will I love again? I can’t say.  I want a love that time will lie down and be still for. Will I find my worth, my value, my truth? I’m working on it. Is my heart broken? Abso-fucking-lutely. I’ve swept together the shards but pieces are still missing. Will it survive? In time.

Tick tock…

let's talk about Ursa for a minute

I’ve heard a lot of people blame Ursa for the emotional damage inflicted on Azula. And while I agree that how Ursa treated Azula had a negative effect on the way she turned out, it’s unfair to all characters involved to look at their relationship in a vacuum. The Royal Family is very complex, and it’s important to consider the context before assigning blame for Azula’s situation.

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Okay, I don’t watch The Flash, but I can tell that there is a CLEAR difference between Barry/Iris and Kara/Mon El problems.

First of all, Barry and Iris were engaged and obviously have a really deep love for each other. As explained in the show, Barry may have proposed to save her life, but he still really did want to marry her. Also, HE was the one who had cut off the engagement because he was trying to do the right thing. Not to mention it’s established that Barry is an amazing, sweet guy, so precious and pure. So, Iris saves Barry with a kiss after he says, “I love you.”

COMPLETELY DIFFERENT from Kara and Mon El. This boy lied from the very beginning, probably was never going to tell Kara the truth. He’s been nothing but selfish throughout their entire relationship, he has constantly thrown insults at her, doesn’t listen to or respect her, and got involved in this episode’s premise even though she had broken up with him. When Mon El is at Kara’s side, she says, “I forgive you.” And then he kisses her. Ya know, “I forgive you” is NOT the same as “I love you.” Forgiving someone is the first step to working things out or starting over, and that usually means friendship or starting over taking things really slow. “I forgive you” definitely didn’t mean “go ahead and kiss me now.”

I honestly don’t understand how you can even compare these two couples. Maybe I’m missing something because I don’t watch The Flash, but I seriously doubt it…This crossover just doesn’t sit well with me at all.

Klaus Mikaelson | Imagine

A/N: Combining two requests because they were similar. Change of perspectives because I tried something. 

Content: Reader had some feelings for Klaus while he was in Mystic Falls but because being in a relationship, they never admitted. 5 years later, (Y/N), a witch, needs the Mikaelsons’ help.

Warnings: none 

It has been years of silence since the last incident. Many people put their lifes on the line and eventually lost it. So many fights, so many tears. 

Odd, (Y/N) thought as you walked down the streets of Mystic Falls. This town was probably cursed from its very beginning, but after he had left, everything turned upside down completely. 

A smile crept its way on the young female’s face as her thoughts wandered to the time half a decade ago. 

“(Y/N)”, a voice reached the witches ears which automatically lead to an eyeroll. She walked past him, without giving more reaction and went straight for the counter.

“Matt, I’m starving.” You declared simply with a pout. You were sure the kitchen was closed since it was late but you tried anyways. “You’re fifteen minutes too late, (Y/N).” “Enough time to turn a blind eye?” You asked with a charming smile.

He scolded you further, not taking any compelling. “Sorry.” He poured some liquid in some glasses while speaking. “Why are you late this time?” You groaned and sighed in resignation. You’ve lost. 

“I had business to do. I-” You two were interrupted, when another person sat next to you. 

“What an awful service”, he almost immediately stated, “when a charming girl like you asks for a dinner, she should get a three-courses menu, don’t you think?” You tried to ignore the original vampire next to you, but his stare seemed to burn your skin, looking right through you.

When your gaze met his, you saw it for the first time. A genuine, but cheeky smile and for a brief moment, you forget that he had a short temper and murderous tendencies. 

“How about dinner somewhere else, love?”

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Nobody Touches The Queen

I should be writing an essay for university but I’m writing Nessian angst instead so here, have this and enjoy! :D

She knew now that hope was for fools, that the world was wretched and cruel and that hate and coldness and the walls she had built around herself were the only things that would keep her safe. She knew that to open yourself to anyone meant to show another person exactly how to hurt you in the most painful way. She knew she would never do that again.

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Nesta didn’t think she could ever fall in love. She didn’t even believe in love.

After months of watching her father do nothing while her mother – the woman who had loved him with every ounce of her being ever since Nesta could remember, and the woman who he claimed he loved back – slowly wilted away, Nesta decided there was no such thing as love.

She decided that love made you weak. Love made you wait around for a miracle, instead of demanding what you needed of the people who claimed to love you. That’s what her mother had done. Nesta felt like she was betraying her every time she thought about what had happened like this but she couldn’t help but blame her mother as well as her father.

She blamed her mother for looking at him with love in her eyes until her dying breath. She blamed her for being so blinded by love that she didn’t see him for the weak, pathetic coward that he was. She blamed her for loving him and accepting his actions and not demanding he help her find a way to get what she deserved. She had deserved to live…

She absolutely despised him, about that she had no shame. She loathed how he let her mother die. It was all his fault. If he had really loved her he would have gone to the end of the world to try and keep her with him. With them.

If her father had truly loved them, his daughters, he would have tried more to make sure that they didn’t starve, didn’t freeze, didn’t grow up way before they were supposed to. She had days where she despised him so much that she wished she would die. That maybe then he would finally see what his complacency has caused and he would learn to take better care of Elain and Feyre. But she couldn’t do that. Deep down she knew that her death would mean nothing than perhaps more suffering for her sisters and her father wouldn’t have changed his ways.

She hated Feyre for enabling him. She hated her for stepping up and doing what he should have done from the very beginning, caring for them and for not letting their circumstances turn her into a cold and bitter person – the two things Nesta hadn’t managed to do.

Nesta knew how to hate. How to despise. How to loathe. How to detest. She didn’t know how to love. And she was certain she didn’t want to learn.

But when she looked into his soft eyes, framed by crinkles that appeared more prominent when he flashed his lopsided grin, she swore she could feel her heart thawing. She watched him with wide eyes as he told her stories of all the places he had been to, all the wonders he had seen and he promised to take her away and show her everything too. He was her escape and he promised to take her away from all the hate and bitterness in her life. He clasped her delicate hand into his warm one and promised her safety, promised she wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of her life, promised he would care for her and Nesta knew then that she wouldn’t mind learning how to love if this was a fraction of what it felt like - if it meant being this happy. And she was happy. For the first time in her life she was truly happy but only allowed it to show in secret. With him.

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anonymous asked:

hcs for Ushijima, Tendou, and Semi receiving their favorite flowers and chocolates from the quiet girl they've been crushing one, please?

Ushijima Wakatoshi

  • Toshi’s favorite flower is baby’s breath; he likes that they are small and can be placed anywhere in his room and still work with this color scheme
  • The girl would have overheard him talking about it and on that Monday when she was heading home she stopped in at a flower shoppe and asked for some she never realized that there were multiple colors and she stood their for a good ten minutes trying to pick a color of them 
  • She would sigh and settle for the white ones and getting a decent amount of the stems of flowers
  • The store clerk thought she looked very cute holding all of the flowers after she was done buying them and asked if he could take a picture for the stores website, to which she very nervously agreed
  • She walked home and placed the flowers on her desk and sat down thinking of something else that she would be able to do for Toshi to really convey her feelings
  • Her father suggested that she made chocolates for him and put them in heart shaped molds that they had and after she finished her homework she started on making them
  • She put them in a little box that she had laying around and tied it with a red bow
  • The next day to say she was nervous was an understatement, she was practically shaking when she walked into school, she knew very well that Ushijima had morning practice so she waited until they were done and changed back into the school uniform 
  • Semi and Goshiki noticed her standing figure first and Goshiki easily approached her asking if she needed anyone or anything 
  • He startled her a little bit and she blushed like crazy telling him that she just wanted to talk to Ushijima to which the younger boy smiled and said that he would get him
  • Her nerves were on edge as Ushijima walked toward her and asked her what she needed
  • She handed the flowers and chocolates to him with a slight bow exclaiming how much she liked him and that she was far too shy to tell him before now
  • He would get incredibly happy because he liked her as well and although he didn’t show that much excitement he had a nice smile on his face and he took the gifts that she had gotten him and asked her on a date

Tendou Satori 

  • Tendou’s favorite flowers are sunflowers and she thought that it was a perfect fit for such a, in her words, happy boy 
  • She also knew that Tendou liked white chocolate more than he liked milk so that gave her even more ideas about what to make for him 
  • As she went home that Monday she stopped at a small flower cart near her house and bought him five sunflowers 
  • She knew very well that she was shy and that the extroverted boy may not even like her back but she was holding onto that small hope of when she overheard him talking about her
  • She had also stopped by the store buying white chocolate and red food dye she also picked up a couple of other things before heading home 
  • She wasn’t in a club so she got to leave right after school and it was still early enough to get her homework done and make things for Tendou
  • Her mother and father were very impressed on how she was choosing to handle things on her own and finally fess up her feelings to which she mocked them and rolled her eyes but continued
  • She had made a white chocolate heart that differed from red pink and white, she was very proud of her work and ended up having a lot left over so she figured she give some to her friends as well
  • The next day she handed out the candies to her friends first and then went and waited for the boys to get done with morning practice 
  • She was incredibly nervous about it and was growing more nervous by every passing minute, yet when everyone walked out of the gym and Tendou saw her waiting there with his favorite flowers in her arms he found himself drifting away from the group to go and talk to her 
  • He would call out her name softly to try and get her attention and she would glance up from her phone seeing that Tendou was right in front of her, her cheeks would blush a bright red as she handed over the flowers and chocolates 
  • Yelling her feelings because of how nervous she was and her voice cracked a little and she got really embarrassed but Tendou would just be a huge happy mess and hug her tightly and say that he had the same feelings for her
  • Out of excitement he would kiss her and she would be so surprised but ultimately happy about it and they would begin to date from that moment on 

Semi Eita

  • Semi has a different mix of what his favorite flowers are; he likes tulips, carnations, and lilies 
  • So she got him orange tulips and orange coneflowers because she thought they went very well together 
  • She attempted to make him chocolates but they didn’t turn out well at all so later that night she went out to the store and was going to buy him some but they were all out
  • She began to get very discouraged until she saw all of the valentine’s day themed pocky and decided to get that for him instead
  • On the other hand Semi was having the same problem, he wanted to buy her some chocolates but the store was all out so he decided to go to a bakery and buy her some heart shaped creampuffs instead
  • His plan was to confess to her with sweets and a card hoping that she would accept his feelings not knowing that she had the same plan
  • So the next day they both walked to school their different routes but ended up meeting at the gate both of their gifts in hands
  • She would get incredibly upset thinking that maybe the gifts he held were for someone else and Semi would begin to have the same mindset, she was the one to speak up saying how much she really liked him and that if he didn’t feel the same way it was okay and she didn’t want to pressure him 
  • Semi yelled at her saying that he liked her too and that the gifts that he had were for her and that he was going to confess because he had liked her since the beginning of the school year and always thought she was really cute
  • They would both end up laughing about it and exchanging their gifts and they would continue to talk as they walked in the school, Semi would ask if she would like to eat lunch with him and she agreed and said that they could share the creampuffs
  • Semi pestered her to play the pocky game with him and they ended up kissing,,, a lot

- Admin Hope

Shameless Preferences 2-Fionas thoughts on you

Lip- She really liked you, she thought you’d be really good for lip as you always made sure he was okay and watched his drinking from a far but most importantly lip let you in and let you help him and she had never seen lip do that with a girl so she knew you were a keeper. You and Fiona both knew that Lip was to good for the south side and you made it your number one job to make sure he made it out of there

Ian- At first she wasn’t really a fan of Ian being with anyone at the moment, he had just got all of his meds on track and had a stable job and fighting/ breakups could lead to a lot of set backs with his bipolar. Ian had asked Fiona to meet you, just to see how it would go. As much as Fiona didn’t want to admit this and nor will she ever she loved you from the very beginning but what really won her over is after dinner while Ian was changing Liam you said to her

“ I know how protective you are over him, and I understand why. my sister has bipolar as well and Ive been taking care of her since her diagnose, I like Ian a lot and Ill do whatever i can to help him in anyway I can. Ive been in this game for a long time and like you I know the signs and the steps. I can help”

Carl-  Carl had been really hurt after dom cheated on him, sure he was only 15 but if you knew anything about this boy you knew how big his heart was and all he wanted to do was give to others even if thats not what he looks like not the outside. You and Carl had been best friends since Kev and V had adopted you after your dad died, you two became closer than Fiona had ever seen Carl get close with someone. She liked you as a friend and when he told her that you two were dating she was happy he finally found a good one.

Mickey- You had moved across the road from the Gallagher household and had started babysitting Liam a few days a week to help Fiona out. You had been dating a certain Milkovich boy and one day you had asked if it was okay that Mickey tagged along and she said yes. Mickey had grown on her over the past year with everything he did for Ian(lets pretend he’s bi if your a female). Fiona had honestly become like a mom to Mickey so when she found out you two were dating she was beyond happy and told him he found himself a keeper.

I’m still wondering why Guan Shan used to call He Tian names such as “fake” “sinister” “dangerous” “devil” when he barely knew him. He was extremely hostile towards him. 

The only thing I can think of is just Guan Shan assumed He Tian fit all those descriptions because He Tian is the goodlooking popular rich boy. And maybe Guan Shan just had this assumption of what  the upper class kids in school were like (?) I have a feeling Guan Shan had nothing other than negative experiences with rich people so that’s why he resists He Tian so much, especially in the beginning. 

Or maybe because in the beginning He Tian reminded him of She Li. They’re both pretty intimidating and I assume She Li also has money if his family is involved in the mafia. 

I’m happy to see that Guan Shan is warming up to He Tian and I hope I get to see them develop a loving relationship based on trust and happiness. They’re still in the very beginning stages and I am so curious how they went from beating each other up to taking baths together and staring at each other so lovingly. 


HAPPY ROBRAE WEEK!!!! :D I promised I’d contribute and, although I’m not really happy with it (I’m my own worst critic), I want to share with the community anyways! So, for the theme of College AU, I made a sequel to a RobRae one-shot I wrote a while back! Do enjoy! :D

Part 1 can be found here

The last thing Raven wanted to do was be cornered by Garfield Logan in what appeared to be an interrogation.

The spry blonde youth effectively blocked her path in the hallway with his arm, and he leaned in with a mischievous glint in his jade green eyes. He was wearing a coy smile and seemed to have forgotten everything about personal space.

Raven leaned back, scowling up at him.

“Ever hear of a breath mint, Logan?” She mocked, scrunching up her nose in distaste.

Of course, his breath smelled fine. However, it was an efficient way to quickly make the highly self-conscious boy back off, if only by a little.

She saw his eyes widen in embarrassment, and he breathed against his palm to see if what she said were true.

Minty fresh, as usual.

He then fixed her with a glare and resumed his invasion of her own personal bubble, the tip of his nose a mere few inches from hers. “Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this one, Rae. I know all about professor bubble butt, and I want details.”

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Charming - BamBam (Day 55/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

To read the other drabbles in my drabble challenge, click here

Prompt: Charming
Member: BamBam x Reader
AU: Highschool!AU

Word Count: 2532

This was requested forever ago by anon with popular!BamBam and nerdy!reader after they watched GOT7’s Mr. Chu cover! Hopefully they can still read it and enjoy~

“Oh wow, don’t they look so good today?” your friend asked, squealing beside you. You glanced up from the notes you were writing and followed her gaze out across the courtyard.

In the middle of the grass were the seven most popular boys in school, laughing and joking with each other. It was well known that each of them came from affluent families, but that wasn’t the only reason they were popular. On top of being extremely handsome, each of them had their own charms. Some were more rambunctious than others, but all of them did relatively well in school and were genuinely nice their fellow classmates.

You, on the other hand, were not as well-known. Or maybe you were, but it would only be a reputation of being the nerdy know-it-all that always had their head stuck in a book and answered all the questions in class.

“Ah, Jackson is so handsome,” you friend sighed in a dreamy voice. You hummed in agreement, but as you looked at the boys your eyes kept going back to one of them in particular.


He was arguably the most energetic and ‘extra’ of the group, notorious for going around the school and dabbing or some other trend. His fashion tastes were always on point and he was a teacher favorite despite being one of the biggest class clowns. The biggest talk in school had been when he came back from spring break with silver dyed hair that you thought looked exquisite.

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Back by Popular Request – Katie McGrath Character Analysis
A lovely anon asked me to tack on these lovely ladies and as a humble servant that laughs too hard at her own jokes and may love Katie a bit too much, I must oblige. So please direct all hate mail here and for those that requested more, I truly hope you enjoy.

First Up - Zara Young
Canon Benefits – Well-read. Organized. Punctual. Stylish. Works at Jurassic World.
Canon Flaws – Slight control freak. A bit uptight. Engaged to some dude she doesn’t even trust enough to have a bachelor party. Works at Jurassic World.

*You may want to note I have some… thoughts on some of the sexist undertones that appeared in this movie but I will keep it to a minimum. Some of them are mildly related to Zara so they will come up very briefly.*

Arguments were that Zara deserved better. Aside from the fact that it was our dear Katie that performed her own stunts in what is easily the most epic death in Jurassic franchise history, I would have to agree. That looked like torture. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. Okay, maybe some people. *cough*President Cheeto.*cough*
Other arguments said that her fate was deserved due to the fact that she was too concerned with her phone, coffee and actual work responsibilities to keep an eye on the kids that were forced upon her. Because that’s a woman’s REAL job, right? Here. Kids! Take care of them. What you failed? GET EATEN. No. Just no. How can some people even argue that and keep a straight face!? Brittane, this isn’t the place or the time.

I digress. Back to our girl. It is clear that Zara is not used to things being out of sorts. We can tell that by her overly anxious demeanor whenever something starts to go even a little wrong. We also see that she has grown quite desensitized to the world she is living in. I mean how #overit do you have to be to be blasé about a tiny horde of assorted baby dinosaurs?? Excuse me, adorable prehistoric creatures, I have to take this call. The point - she is living a routine that she doesn’t seem overly enthused about. Yet you cannot help but be curious about what is really going on for her. We know she is engaged to a dudebro named Alec and that they are probably due to be married in the very near future as there are talks about a bachelor party that she quite clearly doesn’t want her fiancé to have. Maybe she can drop him and those pterodactyls can drop her into my waiting arms? Okay, that was bad.

From this nerd’s point-of-view, working at Jurassic World is awesome and I would totally hit my potential gf up for VIP access. However, we’ve seen what happens at these parks and once again, soft little me would be terrified that something would happen to her. I can’t take it. I just can’t. Don’t make me.

Verdict - Hey Zara, you wanna know a fun concept about marrying a lady such as myself? Joint bachelorette party! Let’s do it! The catch would be that you have to quit working at Jurassic World before I launch myself into a perpetual anxiety attack. Where are you going? You don’t have to decide right away. You’re staying with Claire?? Is there something you aren’t telling me?! (sighs) Fine… I ship it.

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Who knew I could write so much about someone that had like… 3 collective minutes of screen time?! What has Katie done to me?? I’m sorry. This is long already. Oriane Congost and more after the cut. Stay with me if you dare.

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Well… My brain just came up with a lovely, heartbreaking headcanon whilst wandering the Arbor Wilds!

Solas can’t bring himself to kill the ancient elves that protect the area… Revas pleads with them “we are not here to cause you harm! Please, fight with us, not against us!”… But then they do their disappearing trick and reappear surrounding her, she looks around, frightened, and Solas doesn’t even think. He strikes them down to protect the woman he loves. He killed the very people his ultimate goal is to restore. Breathing heavily, he looks at the bodies on the floor and feels himself drowning in an ocean of sadness. He can’t convey how heartbroken he is to Revas, how could he without her knowing the truth? She approaches him and thanks him, she is also sad that they had to be killed but not like Solas. To her it’s just “a shame it had to come to this”… To Solas it’s a devastating loss… He realises then that there is a very real chance that the woman before him could effortlessly stop him from carrying out his plans if he allowed it, his love for her was that strong. But he’s duty bound, guilt bound. He could never abandon his mission. And it’s at that moment he realises he has to let her go. The beginning of the end….

*clears throat*… Thank you so much, brain! I really had a hankering for more pain and suffering! 😵

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Warnings: Brief drug usage/drug mention.

  • Jongdae isn’t really what you could call involved on campus.
  • In fact, if he didn’t show up to class, most people wouldn’t really know that he even attended the university.
  • He keeps a low profile.
  • As in, you only ever see him out and about to get to class.
  • He’s not an introvert or a shut-in, he just doesn’t like people getting in his business. And college is basically a mini-city where everyone knows everything about everyone.

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thisbirdhadflown  asked:

Michelle Unwin is villainized too often and easily in Kingsman fandom.

I agree! 

I’m not saying Michelle is the perfect mother (but honestly, what even is a perfect mother?), but to shit on a woman who has been the victim of years upon years of domestic abuse is not right. I’ve seen fics/Discourse where people portray Michelle on the same level as Dean Baker. You know, the guy who held a knife to his stepson’s throat. 

To people who say, “Well, she should have left him as soon as she could and ran like hell with Eggsy (and Daisy) in tow,” have you looked at the statistics? Do you know how many domestic abuse victims get killed/seriously injured when they attempt to escape/do leave? And considering that Michelle had very little (if any money) and (apparently) no friends or family she could seek help from, her chances of survival were very, very low to begin with. Add to that the authorities wouldn’t have given a shit about one woman from the estates, and Dean is their breadwinner, has friends that can track down Michelle and Eggsy (and Daisy, if it’s that scenario), seems to have money (legally acquired or not), and has no qualms about beating his wife and stepson to the point where visible injuries show (i.e. he just doesn’t care because no one is going to report him) - it just seems hopeless. 

And I’m sure Dean didn’t start out as Pure Evil™. I’m betting that he swooped in on a grieving widow with a small child, and once he started slowly showing his true colors, it was too late. 

Also, Eggsy was apparently okay with leaving his mum and sister alone with his stepdad to go try out for Kingsman for a few months. Let’s stew on that. 

(This is going to be touched on in one of my future fics, so I’m going to stop here, but I have a lot of Opinions on this.)

Send me a (insert mug emoji) and an opinion, and I’ll agree or disagree!

riotrach  asked:

Hey, why do you think that Jeca is a toxic relationship? I mean, I ship Bechloe, but I don't get why you would think that way about Jeca? By the way, I make this question just out of curiosity, not because I'm trying to pick a fight or whatever. I just genuinely want to know. Have a lovely way <3

Hi! Since you’ve been polite and just want to know my opinion, I’ll reply you with simple but clear facts 😄 

(This reply is meant for people in general who ship these two).

 Jeca is a toxic relationship because of so many reasons.

1) Jesse is the perfect representation of a creepy stalker. He’s always watching her; first, at the beginning of the movie, from the car (okay, this was a coincidence because they both just arrived. But still). Later on, when Beca shows up at auditions, he appears behind her near the scenario. He couldn’t just sit with the rest of audience to watch people do the auditions, no; he had to follow her and observe her closely. Like “what the hell? You’re so creepy!

Regarding this, Jesse reminds me of the song Every Breath You Take by The Police (which by the way, talks about a stalker. Many people think is a love song, but it isn’t):

Every breath you take and every move you make

Every bond you break, every step you take, I’ll be watching you

Every single day and every word you say

Every game you play, every night you stay, I’ll be watching you


 Oh, can’t you see you belong to me

How my poor heart aches with every step you take

2) What’s worse: he doesn’t even accept Beca for who she is. Instead, when they’re working at the radio station, he criticizes her looks. Like, “what’s wrong with you, jerk?” Let me refresh your memory just in case; this is the dialogue between Jesse and Beca:

-Jesse: So, what’s your deal? Are you one of those girls who’s all dark and mysterious, then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time?

-Beca: I don’t wear glasses.

-Jesse: Then you’re halfway there.

-That’s the look of someone who’s obviously in love with the jerk who’s insulting her appearance-

Even the foolish person on earth can see what’s going on here. He isn’t joking (honestly, if anyone finds this funny, he or she has a mental problem). Jesse sees Beca as an alternative girl who should change her appearance in order for people to see she was beautiful, implying she isn’t looking her best and only if Beca changes her way of dressing, etc. will become someone better. This is SO not right. Beca is amazing the way she is, just like each person in the world. Every one of us chooses how we wanna look by picking our clothes, using certain make up, etc. because this is a way of expression: the way we express our identity. And this jerk goes and opens his mouth to let her know her appearance is not right just because he says so.

Chloe, on the contrary, accepts and really likes Beca just the way she is (pun intended). Jesse just wants to manipulate Beca to make her fit into his world. A stereotypical world in which the girl has to look “girly” and the man gets the girl at the end of the movie.

3) And if anyone finds him charming and excuses him by saying he was joking, I repeat: no, he wasn’t. He wanted to change Beca from the very beginning. He had his eyes on her and wanted her to become her girl because he’s so fucking obsessed with movies and he must have her. Like some kind of trophy. And what’s his favorite one? Oh, yeah. “The fucking Breakfast Club”. I watched this movie to know why would he like it so much and why would he recommend Beca  watching it. What I found didn’t surprise me at all. There is an alternative girl who wears dark clothes and everything, and at the end of the movie she decides to suddenly get a makeover by wearing a pink dress and having a hairstyle that isn’t like her at all. I don’t have anything against dresses, but I’m definitely against changing the way one looks or behaves to be liked by someone. In this case, there was an athletic boy that, after seeing this change of looks, decides to ask this girl out. Whaaaaat?

————————-Now I look like a flawless butterfly!———————

There’s a huge difference between the way Jesse acts towards Beca and the way Benji behaves towards Emily inn PP2. The latter are two cute dorks and it’s a healthy relationship. Both act the way they are and none of them has to change in order to like each other.

And I’m stopping here because I could ramble all day about how Jesse isn’t worthy of being with Beca. In real life, if someone doesn’t like the way you are, you don’t go out with that person. You and them are not meant to be, that’s all. But no, here he has to get his own way and at the end of the movie, he has to get the girl after behaving like a douche, because that’s the way it had to be, right? *snorts*

 So yeah, Jeca is toxic and no one should romanticize a relationship like this.

by his side

pairing: eren/mikasa
word count: 3.6k
rating: t

summary: the light caress that is her breathing tickles him, but he makes no comment about it. his hands slip up to squeeze her arms, appreciatively, her own name falling from his lips in a hoarse whisper that sends a shiver down her spine. eremika. multichaptered.

a/n: hey everyone! so it’s my birthday and I wanted to do something special for you guys! I had debated on whether I should post this on eren’s birthday, season 2′s release, or today. guess which one I finally picked ;)

this chapter was a long time coming. writer’s block has been kicking my ass lately, but I’m finally back at full swing and I’m so excited for ya’ll to see what I bring to the table next!

‘sides, I figured this was a good time to post chapter 2 now that the eremika tag is blossoming with activity again. *throws confetti* I hope everyone has an awesome day!


Rage consumes him, and yet he is driven by purpose. It is a last resort. Instinctive.

Eren has become the behemoth. He is aware of everything around him; every move, every sound. His prey, widespread across the plains, are completely slaughtered and steam emits heavily from their lifeless forms. There’s so much of it that he has to rely on his hearing until the smoke clears.

Mikasa is silent ( and very, very microscopic standing in front of him ), blades drawn, knees bent defensively still. Waiting. Listening. Nothing comes, even as she continues to wait with baited breath. You can see her guard come down, gradually, in her body language as it begins to alter. First, she stands straight. Then, she takes one final glance around, lips parting as she finally releases the breath she had been holding for so long. Her heartbeat slows back down to a calming beat, chest heaving as she continues to inhale and exhale. Her shoulders sag. Slides her blades back into place and checks her gas, freeing a hand to brush her hair out of her face.

“We should find the others,” she speaks, it’s merely a suggestion, but the insinuation is priority. Peering up at the titan shifter, their eyes lock immediately. “Shall we go then?”


anonymous asked:

Any where Draco has a crush on Hermione during the school years? Completed would be preferable. Thanks!

Hey, I found these:

Her Secret Admirer by articcat621 - T, 5 chapters-
Hermione begins to receive notes from her secret admirer. As the Masquerade Ball draws closer, she hopes to find out his identity.

The Establishment of a Meaningful Context by attica - T, one shot-  
Because the boy certainly had enough mind to know not to excite the impetuous old man, even if he did not have enough wits about him to know that he was very secretly in love with the girl standing exactly two feet and six point five inches away. DHr.

Except Her by Erythros - K, 16 chapters-

He never expected that there would be a time when he would envy the poorest wizard of all time. He had everything, everything he wanted… except her. HG/DM

Hidden Feelings by obliviatedramionemalfoy - K, one shot-

Draco Malfoy likes a certain Gryffindor bookworm. Does she like him back? It only takes a ball to find out!

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Why was Sherlock so emotional in the last scene with Irene?

A Scandal in Belgravia is a very sad episode as nearly all the characters go through a painful period in their lives. But the one who went through the worst was Sherlock. Not John. Not even Irene. Sherlock. 

Ever wondered why Sherlock was so emotional when he finally unlocked Irene’s phone? 

Because he loved her and felt betrayed? 

Argument #1: This episode is one of the most Johnlock ones. There are plenty of scenes which openly show the need, jealousy, sexual tension Sherlock and John feel for each other. The scenes that could be interpreted as sexual tension between Sherlock and Irene are much fewer in comparison. As for Sherlock, he never showed clear romantic interest in Irene. But see this for evidence for his feelings for John and see this because I don’t believe he was completely indifferent towards Irene either

Argument #2: Did really Irene betray Sherlock? When and in what way? Irene OUTSMARTED Sherlock. She never betrayed him. She never promised him anything. By the end of the episode we found out that she has been really in love with Sherlock. Madly, in fact. No betrayal, then.

And Sherlock knew it all along. 

Starting from their very first meeting:

When the american agents forced Sherlock to open the safe, Irene tried to help him. She did confirm that Sherlock didn’t know the code. But why? Weren’t they enemies a couple of minutes ago? Wouldn’t it be better for Irene to let her enemies “eat” each other? Of course, “””oblivious””” Sherlock noticed.

And Irene realized her mistake. (Well, mistake in a cold-blooded viewpoint.)

Then Irene started texting Sherlock. The first thing she texted him was “Till the next time, Mr Holmes.” And Sherlock ‘s face was priceless:

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