she kind of already is

bad | 06

he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by jjks

TITLE: bad | 06

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

GENRE: future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

WORDS: 5 125

WARNINGS: mature themes, language

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A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.


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Random Angsty ML Prompt

So mid fight Ladybug needs to recharge, either Chat missed the memo or he was forced to follow but he catches the transformation and discovers her identity.

Well, LB ain’t happy about it, but this changes nothing as far as she’s concerned. Professional as always, she expects them to maintain distance to protect their secret identities and gently turns down Chat’s timid offer to reveal himself. Her only request was that he is careful to avoid situations with mind control since what he knows is a liability. 

You’d think Adrien would be happy his Lady was so close, and also that she is a kind, likeable girl that he is already friends with. But he has a hard time reconciling them as the one person. Because to him Ladybug is poised, strong, and cunning; and Marinette is shy, awkward, and sweet. So sweet.
Except for right now.
Right now he’s staring at Ladybug wearing a Marinette suit. And it makes him incredibly uncomfortable. 

That discomfort doesn’t end once she’s back in spots. It doesn’t end once the Akuma is beaten and purified. And it bothers him right through the night, as he lays awake processing everything he knows about his partner and comparing to what he thought he knew about Marinette.

There’s no doubt in his mind that Ladybug is genuine, he’s certain that Ladybug is not a fabricated identity. 

He thinks back to every time he rescued her, and thought of her as small and helpless. And then tells himself, that was Ladybug in his arms, pretending to need his help. That Ladybug literally concocted a secret plan where she faced an Akuma as a civilian. His role was just to be the muscle. In hindsight, a role he failed. If he had managed to keep the Illustrator occupied, Mar- Ladybug would have gotten away with the pen and purified it proper. 

What truly scares him is the idea that sweet Marinette is the one that doesn’t exist.

TL;DR: Chat might put Ladybug on a pedestal, but he puts Marinette in a glass case.

the crossroads have seen too many girls
willing to sell their souls
for a beauty that already belonged to them.

a liminal space
where boundaries thin like wisps of smoke
in early dawn light.

but there is beauty in this too, soft pastel colours,
a quiet empty echo of laughter and then darkness,
encompassing and heavy, pressing into lungs
but still radiant somehow.

for now demons count souls
like dollar bills held close to devil red chests, smiles curling
because they think that they’ve won.

but one day those girls will see past black ringed promises
bartered at an intersection of road,
down to the skin that was already perfect
and that quiet empty echo of a soul that had been perfect too.

hell will see.
the four horsemen are nothing
compared to an army of girls ready to reclaim what is theirs.

l.s. | LIMINAL SPACE © 2017 


The Edge of Seventeen Tag

Thanks for tagging me @cookiesimslp967!

Here’s the original tag post by @alwaysimming

rules: reimagine your founder (or a sim you made as an adult) as a teen! maybe even on prom night?

For this tag, we have my dearest Amara, a sim for a story im writing (which I haven’t updated in over a month). I won’t reveal too much about teen Amara because she’ll actually make an appearance in my story at some point. But, for the sake of this tag, i’ll throw in a few things. 

As a teen, I would say that Amara was sort of dependent on others in the sense that she would make decisions based on the opinions of others. For example, most of Amara’s fashion choices were heavily influenced by her ‘friends’ opinions, like trading in her ‘dorky’ glasses for contacts. She’s grown out of this for the most part, but when faced with difficult or important choices to make, she’ll still tend to lean on others a little. 


Don’t mind us, we’re just two lesbians! Nothing to see, nothing to see!


Speed paint for the night. I decided to jump start the color pallet with green, which is a color I don’t usually use as a motif. I usually work pallets around blue, purple, or red.

I haven’t drawn Shera in her lab coat in a loooonnggg while. As a last thought, I bet they work pretty well together. Very hands on folks…

anonymous asked:

Hey!!! Ilysm!!! Can I have orphan Mc? Like all her life she's been bouncing between families but never really got adopted? THANK YOUUU

Thank you! I love you guys too! Sorry I don’t respond much outside of the prompts! It usually just slips my mind, but I love you all so much! Please enjoy!


  • He… he can’t even imagine
  • God, being passed around all the time, not having a family….
  • What pisses him off, though, is the idea that nobody wanted MC
  • Seriously, when they talk about it, and MC says, “I guess nobody wanted me,” he’s shocked at the mere thought
  • He immediately starts going on about how great she is and is completely unable to understand why she wouldn’t be wanted
  • When he sees her surprised face, he blushes super hard, but stands by what he said
  • He gets cuddles after that, making him melt
  • Yoosung promises to make her feel wanted everyday for the rest of their lives


  • She understands
  • Oh, when MC opened up to her about it, Jaehee pulled her into a hug and just held her for a few minutes
  • When the two of them have been feeling nostalgic, they talk about the good things they miss from when their parents were alive
  • Usually over a couple fresh cups of coffee and a piece of cake split between them after closing when the cafe is still, just holding hands on top of the table


  • Zen wanted to meet her family, but MC had to tell him she didn’t have one anymore
  • He feels like a jerk, but he makes it a motivation to reconnect with his own family
  • Then, she can have a complete family, as the RFA are already kind of a second family
  • He also hopes to *ahem* expand the family, if you know what I mean ;)
  • And yes, he is upfront about it, declaring it boldly while also silently cursing for potentially going too fast too soon
  • But she smiles when at his declaration mostly because of the adorable blush on his face


  • They were doing wedding planning, talking about who to invite and such
  • When he suggested that her parents sit with his father, MC cringed and told him about losing her parents young
  • He offers his condolences and apologizes, then thinks on it and suggests maybe her foster parents? Aunt, uncle, cousin, sibling?
  • MC says no to all of them, explains how she was never adopted or taken in by any family, and only has friends and… well, now Jumin
  • And they can talk about it later, but maybe they can even make their own little family?
  • He’s flattered, pulls her into an embrace and promises her that they will have as big of a family as she desires
  • Jumin’s also probably low key ready to go buy her a ton of stuff to make up for whatever she missed out on growing up


  • Honestly, MC didn’t mean to snap
  • Saeran was just bitching about having Saeyoung for a brother and their highly dysfunctional family
  • It was the hundredth time he’d done this, but this time, it pushed MC over the edge
  • “AT LEAST YOU HAVE A FAMILY TO BITCH ABOUT!! You ever think about how lucky you are to even HAVE a brother that would go through hell and back for you?! You should be grateful!! Not everyone is so lucky!”
  • Saeyoung had seen her records, but to see her react like this… well, he followed MC as she stormed out of the room while Saeran was still shell shocked
  • “Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”
  • MC explains that she bounced around a lot as a kid, one distant relative to another
  • Every single one of them considered her a burden, so she worked hard, smiled often, gave and gave, and tried everything she could to be wanted
  • Instead, all she got was handed off again
  • The moment she was out of high school, she was kicked out, and everyone refused to help her
  • So the fact that Saeran has Saeyoung, a brother that loves him so much, and he’s so ungrateful… it just makes her angry
  • it’s not that she doesn’t understand why, she just doesn’t like that he can’t see past the bad to see this miraculous piece of good that he has
  • Saeyoung holds her and she lets him know that, if he ever has questions about her time bouncing around, he can ask
  • Saeyoung gathers the names of all the people who actually did her physical harm in those days and blackmails apologies out of all of them

everyone’s out here talking about how francesca comes in so innocent and pure and how jimmy/saul is gonna change her but did y’all not hear her laugh at jimmy’s nasty ass cum joke and instantly start to spit folksy cracker barrel bullshit the second he asked her to like she knows what’s up already can we not give her the cinnamon roll treatment because that aint her


Hey, I don’t know if this is how this works, but I adore the Elsewhere University world, and as a former theatre person it really spoke to me. I wrote something for you. I hope it’s half decent. 

Elsewhere U turned out fantastic stage managers. They were punctual, sharp, attentive, and—most importantly—incredibly flexible in scheduling and communication, honed from years of having to contact entire casts and crews at the drop of a pin. Rehearsal has been moved to the gym; 3:30 call. Fitting schedules to come. Leave your schedules free. The theatre department always had a few too many of them, but that worked out. Freshmen got assigned their own stage manager buddy to help them out. Perhaps the software engineers didn’t need the extra help with the rules, but They loved theatre, and without the help the underclassmen would disappear in droves. The more jaded stage managers would meet up after welcome week and cast lots on which ones would disappear first.

This year, the top candidate was universal: ‘Andromeda’, some costume technician from God-Knew-Where. She was the kind of shiny-eyed kid who already liked the Weird Stuff (the kind of high schooler who read about demons and bought crystals and did tarot cards with no real regard for the Rules) and really liked it. The upperclassmen techs were content to show up in their blacks, clutching their teas and coffee and blinking blearily into space. She showed up dripping in jewelry and piercings and vibrant colors. She’d talk to anyone (nervous chatter, mostly, but chatter inevitably lead to slips) and wrote fantasy stories and, worst of all, couldn’t seem to follow the unspoken rule of Don’t Look.

“But why not?” She demanded one time. Her beleaguered partner, “Pinstripe”, moaned and rubbed their tired eyes.

“Look, if you want to see what happens, be my fucking guest,” they snapped, “But don’t ask anyone to come and Trade you back.”

Andromeda survived somehow. Freshman year dulled her sparkle. Sophmore year spun around and she learned not to look, to be a little less conspicuous, not to chatter so much or so loudly. She started dating a sweet guy in the Music Department (a bassist, safe enough from Them) and drew less attention.

Even so, sometimes, when she was the last one to leave the basement Costume Shop, she’d pause in the empty theatre and stare across the seats, listening. Sometimes she swore she heard it; an undercurrent of whispers, the slight shift in the echo of air conditioner. Andromeda paused at the door like she did every night and unzipped her backpack, pulling out a six pack of vanilla pudding.

“Good night,” she whispered to the dark. Peeling open the containers, she left them in the last aisle and locked the doors behind her. It wouldn’t be there tomorrow.

Tech weeks went easier with her there, when the whole crew was tired and cranky and on the twelfth hour of blocking and light staging. When the whispers from the empty chairs got loud and angry and time started warping again, she’d pull out her writing notebook and read very softly until it hushed again, only the electricians on the catwalk shouting cues overhead. When wardrobe finished their laundry she stayed behind until the small hours of the morning, escorting them out into the stillness of the night and back safe to their dorms. She never came to harm alone out there; she had learned not to look, and now all of her jewelry was iron.

Well, she thought she’d learned not to look.

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Here’s to the woman who truly deserves all the love in the world though I know she won’t accept it. She is too selfless, too kind, too full of love already but I do know what she would do with all that love, she’ll share it without a doubt and without worrying about leaving herself drained. I write about people who don’t love me back while here she is with love, overflowing. So let this be an apology and a celebration of her and her whole person. If I know what love is, it would be because of you.
—  Me (JNH). To my mother.

i feel so bad for my modern au rey


When Mameha declines from attending the Baron’s party, Hatsumomo viciously asks ‘taking care of a little nuisance?’. While never fully divulged in the film, the book goes onto explain that Mameha had gone for an abortion.


6x10 “Caged Heat” // 6x16 “And Then There Were None” // 12x13 “Family Feud”

“Like Father Like Daughter?” or “The Thing about Family and Betrayal”

For @spn-idjits-guide-to-hunting

This season really reminds heavily of S6 (kind of interesting it happens exactly six seasons later in S12) and of course the central element connecting all of the above is Mary Winchester. The myth, hopes and memories surrounding her and how it conflicts with reality. In any case when looking at all of these parallels it seems unlikely for Mary to not at some point be caught between BritMoL and her sons (well, she is already kind of so…) and the fact that Gavin’s story seems like such a major piece of parallel too for the end of the season, it is highly doubtful that Mary does not expect something in return from the BritMoL. I don’t think it’s crazy to assume that she may hope to be united with John again. Wether by bringing him back to life or her going Gavin’s road…

In Another Life

Request: Hey!! Could you write something with Jughead based off the song “The one that got away” covered by Alice Kristiansen? (it’s on spotify and youtube.) I thought maybe it could be that you had always been close-to-dating Jughead but then he kisses Betty. Then there’s another talent show night at the school, and you sing that song. Then afterwards he realizes he loves you, and then fluff. Thank you so much :-) xx

Requested: anonymous!

A/N: AH! Back to requests! YAY! Thank you so much for this request, this story was amazing to write so thank you for the wonderful idea! (sorry it took me so long to get up)

Pairing: Reader x Jughead

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by riverdaleselite

You’d always been close to Jughead. You’d always believed that there was something more between you two than just best friends. You two had always reached that point but never stepped over the line, mainly because of Jughead. He’d always been so adamant that the two of you never became more than friends.

But you felt more and you knew he felt more. Though, you never said anything. You always allowed him to push you back from over that line even if there was moments when the two of you couldn’t help but stare into each others eyes. Even if there was moments where the two of your lips would just reach but not touch. You’d let him push you away and your heart would crack a little.

In another life…

But you decided, enough was enough. He was clearly attracted to you and you were clearly attracted to him. You were done having your heart ripped just a tiny bit more because he was too scared to commit.

You resolved to tell him how you truly felt and to make him trust you. 

I would be your girl…

You were ready and despite the way your heart beat rapidly against your chest, you felt confident enough that you’d be able to tell him. You were headed to the Blue and Gold office where you knew he’d be, your heart beating but your head high with hope.

You’d never felt so complete in a while. And as you made the final steps to the door, you thought maybe there was future for you and Jughead.

We’d keep all our promises…

But as your feet reached the room and your eyes were able to see through the glass pane, you felt your heart crack just a bit more. You gasped, a hand falling to your lips as your eyes widened and you felt the over-washing flood of betrayal flood through you.

There, inside the Blue and Gold office, stood Betty and Jughead, only inches apart and there lips connected. It was obvious to anyone there was a lot of passion between the two, which only ten folded the heart break you felt.

You weren’t quite sure why you felt betrayed. Jughead, again, had never made any promised to you. But, when you thought about it, you guessed you’d always thought yourself to be special in Jughead’s eyes and that you were the only one close enough to share that kind of moment with him.

You felt your eyes water, and now with your head heavy, you ran off before either of them noticed you.

Be us against the world…

Jughead sighed, He’d been dragged off to another school get together by Archie. He didn’t even know why Archie wanted him here so bad, he wasn’t even performing and the Pussy Cats weren’t performing one of his songs. But the boy was bouncing with nervousness.

He just didn’t like crowds. And there was a lot of kids sitting all around of him.

Idly, he noticed you weren’t sitting there. Actually, now that he thought of it, he hadn’t seen you a lot i the past few days. Any time he came near you, you’d run off before he could say a word. Which truly disappointed him. Because the conversations the two of you had, were always his favourite.

“And now, our very own Y/N Y/L/N.” Jughead’s head snapped to the stage. In shock he watched you walk out, an air of confidence floating around you as you held your guitar and sat down on the chair provided.

Turning to Archie, he shook his head confused. “I didn’t know Y/N could sing.”

“Well she can. And she’s really good.” Archie commented, his eyes strictly on you. Something about the way he stared at you made Jughead feel a spike of jealousy run through him as he slowly let his gaze fall back on you.

You coughed, clearing your voice. “Recent events have inspired me to sing this song.” Your voice explained as you prepared yourself.

Slowly your fingers began strumming the guitar and Jughead found himself caught. His body froze and his eyes were stuck on you as your angelic voice called out.

In another life…

There was something about the way you sang. 

I would make you stay…

Something about the way you held yourself.

So I don’t have to say…

Something about the way your eyes watered, and it was almost as if the words meant much more than they seemed.

You were the one that got away…

Something about the way your hair fell around you, and the way your soft fingers looked so fragile, and the way your eyes twinkled.

The one that got away…

Jughead realized… he was in love with you.

Looking over to Betty, he realized he had made a mistake.

“Thank you.” You spoke once the crowd stopped clapping, and then you were gone. Jughead shot up from his seat, he quickly apologized to Betty before running off. He ignored the calls from his friends and made his way back stage.

Once in, he breathed trying to find you. As soon as Jughead’s eyes fell on yours, he pounced.

“Y/N!” He yelled, gaining your attention. Snapping you from your conversation with Valerie, you turned with your brows furrowed in confusion. Once your gaze fell on Jughead, your face fell a little and you turned completely, knowing there was no where to run to.

Jughead panted once he reached you.

“Hey…” You greeted awkwardly. You expected him to say something, or for the awkward silence to continue. But instead you felt warm lips press against yours, and hands fall on either side of your face, pressing you closer to Jughead. Your eyes widened and though you wanted him to continue, a imagine of Betty, your good friend Betty flashed through your mind.

You pushed against his chest. “J-Jughead!” You stuttered, your hand falling to your lips as you stare astonished at Jughead. “You and Betty!” You yelled and his face fell.

“You know?” He asked and you flushed.

“I saw you that day… i-in the Blue and Gold office. I was- was going to tell you how I felt.” You mumbled, staring off to the side.

Jughead sighed and you went to take a step back, but Jughead caught your wrist. “I made a mistake, Y/N.” Wide eyed, you turned to Jughead.


“No, Y/N. You up there… singing, made me realize. I don’t like Betty. I love you.” 


“Yes…” You sighed, unsure of what to say.

“But Betty…” 

“Betty’ll understand. She already kind of knew.” You looked into Jughead’s eyes. Making sure he was telling the truth. And sighing, you smiled lightly.


Essays in Existentialism: Blind III

Could you do more blind!Lexa? part 3 Please? YAY? c: c: c: you’re awesome !

Previously on Blind

Deep into the springtime of the city, the rain tapped against window while the dog snored on his pillow. It was a quiet kind of Tuesday in the history wing of the old Fisher building, and the professor graciously accepted the reprieve before the onslaught of finals commenced. 

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The Things She Carried

Part 7. In His Dreams

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 1700+

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Thoughts on Chapter 862

Pudding being redeemed was always a possibility, but Oda has chosen to do it by using one of the most inconsistent (and somewhat cliché) ways. Inconsistent because of the story context and cliché because it is overdone throughout media and even in One Piece. When discussing the possibility of Pudding being good again, I once said that Oda should be careful to not lose the grip of the story due to inonsistencies.

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EXCLUSIVE: Ming-Na Wen, Original Voice of 'Mulan,' Might Have a Role in Disney's Live-Action Remake!

The ABC star added that there is one thing that she’s definitely “hoping for” in the next Mulan. “I would love to have a part in it in some way,” she said. “We’ll see – knock on wood!’

Wen, who continues to voice the role of Mulan on Disney Channel’s Sofia the First and the Disney Infinity video games, dished that she is already having "conversations” about having some kind of role in the film.

“I know the fans really want it and love it. And some of them even go, ‘Well, why don’t you just play Mulan?’ And I’m like, 'Yeah, if it’s Mulan: The Later Years,’” the 53-year-old actress said with a laugh.

When asked which star she’d love to see step into her shoes as Mulan, Wen only has one request: “That she’s Chinese in her heritage.”

She continued, “Even though we’re Pan-Asian, it is specifically a Chinese folklore and I really think that someone with that ethnic background [would] really just add more to the story.”