she was only sixteen years old

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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Books you should read because I LOVE THEM

Dedication: For @kissmybruisedknuckles who told me to make this because she’s too lazy to make one lol

1. Strange The Dreamer - Laini Taylor

The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around—and Lazlo Strange, war orphan and junior librarian, has always feared that his dream chose poorly. Since he was five years old he’s been obsessed with the mythic lost city of Weep, but it would take someone bolder than he to cross half the world in search of it. Then a stunning opportunity presents itself, in the person of a hero called the Godslayer and a band of legendary warriors, and he has to seize his chance or lose his dream forever.

What happened in Weep two hundred years ago to cut it off from the rest of the world? What exactly did the Godslayer slay that went by the name of god? And what is the mysterious problem he now seeks help in solving?

2. The Night Circus - Erin Morgenstern

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it, no paper notices plastered on lampposts and billboards. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within these nocturnal black-and-white striped tents awaits an utterly unique, a feast for the senses, where one can get lost in a maze of clouds, meander through a lush garden made of ice, stare in wonderment as the tattooed contortionist folds herself into a small glass box, and become deliciously tipsy from the scents of caramel and cinnamon that waft through the air.

Welcome to Le Cirque des Rêves.

3. Unwind - Neil Shusterman

The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child “unwound,” whereby all of the child’s organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn’t technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state, is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape and to survive.

4. Cinder - Marissa Meyer

Sixteen-year-old Cinder is considered a technological mistake by most of society and a burden by her stepmother. Being cyborg does have its benefits, though: Cinder’s brain interference has given her an uncanny ability to fix things (robots, hovers, her own malfunctioning parts), making her the best mechanic in New Beijing. This reputation brings Prince Kai himself to her weekly market booth, needing her to repair a broken android before the annual ball. He jokingly calls it “a matter of national security,” but Cinder suspects it’s more serious than he’s letting on.

5. This Savage Song - Victoria Schwab

Kate Harker and August Flynn are the heirs to a divided city—a city where the violence has begun to breed actual monsters. All Kate wants is to be as ruthless as her father, who lets the monsters roam free and makes the humans pay for his protection. All August wants is to be human, as good-hearted as his own father, to play a bigger role in protecting the innocent—but he’s one of the monsters. One who can steal a soul with a simple strain of music. When the chance arises to keep an eye on Kate, who’s just been kicked out of her sixth boarding school and returned home, August jumps at it. But Kate discovers August’s secret, and after a failed assassination attempt the pair must flee for their lives.

6. The Darkest Part of The Forest - Holly Black

Children can have a cruel, absolute sense of justice. Children can kill a monster and feel quite proud of themselves. A girl can look at her brother and believe they’re destined to be a knight and a bard who battle evil. She can believe she’s found the thing she’s been made for.

Hazel lives with her brother, Ben, in the strange town of Fairfold where humans and fae exist side by side. At the center of it all, there is a glass coffin in the woods. It rests right on the ground and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives. Hazel and Ben were both in love with him as children. The boy has slept there for generations, never waking.

7. Red Queen - Victoria Aveyard

This is a world divided by blood – red or silver.

The Reds are commoners, ruled by a Silver elite in possession of god-like superpowers. And to Mare Barrow, a seventeen-year-old Red girl from the poverty-stricken Stilts, it seems like nothing will ever change. That is, until she finds herself working in the Silver Palace. Here, surrounded by the people she hates the most, Mare discovers that, despite her red blood, she possesses a deadly power of her own. One that threatens to destroy the balance of power.

8. Daughter of Smoke and Bone - Laini Taylor

In a dark and dusty shop, a devil’s supply of human teeth grows dangerously low. And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherworldly war.

Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real, she’s prone to disappearing on mysterious “errands”, she speaks many languages - not all of them human - and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she’s about to find out.

9. Illuminae - Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

The year is 2575, and two rival megacorporations are at war over a planet that’s little more than an ice-covered speck at the edge of the universe. Too bad nobody thought to warn the people living on it. With enemy fire raining down on them, Kady and Ezra—who are barely even talking to each other—are forced to fight their way onto an evacuating fleet, with an enemy warship in hot pursuit.

BRIEFING NOTE: Told through a fascinating dossier of hacked documents—including emails, schematics, military files, IMs, medical reports, interviews, and more

10. Legend - Marie Lu

What was once the western United States is now home to the Republic, a nation perpetually at war with its neighbors. Born into an elite family in one of the Republic’s wealthiest districts, fifteen-year-old June is a prodigy being groomed for success in the Republic’s highest military circles. Born into the slums, fifteen-year-old Day is the country’s most wanted criminal. But his motives may not be as malicious as they seem.

From very different worlds, June and Day have no reason to cross paths—until the day June’s brother, Metias, is murdered and Day becomes the prime suspect. Caught in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, Day is in a race for his family’s survival, while June seeks to avenge Metias’s death. But in a shocking turn of events, the two uncover the truth of what has really brought them together, and the sinister lengths their country will go to keep its secrets.

11. Angelfall (Penryn and the end of days) - Susan Ee

It’s been six weeks since angels of the apocalypse descended to demolish the modern world. Street gangs rule the day while fear and superstition rule the night. When warrior angels fly away with a helpless little girl, her seventeen-year-old sister Penryn will do anything to get her back.

Anything, including making a deal with an enemy angel.

12. Caraval - Stephanie Garber

Remember, it’s only a game…

Scarlett Dragna has never left the tiny island where she and her sister, Tella, live with their powerful, and cruel, father. Now Scarlett’s father has arranged a marriage for her, and Scarlett thinks her dreams of seeing Caraval—the faraway, once-a-year performance where the audience participates in the show—are over.

But this year, Scarlett’s long-dreamt-of invitation finally arrives. With the help of a mysterious sailor, Tella whisks Scarlett away to the show. Only, as soon as they arrive, Tella is kidnapped by Caraval’s mastermind organizer, Legend. It turns out that this season’s Caraval revolves around Tella, and whoever finds her first is the winner.

13. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer - Michelle Hodkin

Mara Dyer believes life can’t get any stranger than waking up in a hospital with no memory of how she got there.

It can.

She believes there must be more to the accident she can’t remember that killed her friends and left her strangely unharmed.

There is.

14. An Ember In The Ashes - Sabaa Tahir

Laia is a slave. Elias is a soldier. Neither is free.

Under the Martial Empire, defiance is met with death. Those who do not vow their blood and bodies to the Emperor risk the execution of their loved ones and the destruction of all they hold dear. It is in this brutal world, inspired by ancient Rome, that Laia lives with her grandparents and older brother. The family ekes out an existence in the Empire’s impoverished backstreets. They do not challenge the Empire. They’ve seen what happens to those who do.

15. The Darkest Minds - Alexandra Bracken

When Ruby woke up on her tenth birthday, something about her had changed. Something frightening enough to make her parents lock her in the garage and call the police. Something that got her sent to Thurmond, a brutal government “rehabilitation camp.” She might have survived the mysterious disease that had killed most of America’s children, but she and the others emerged with something far worse: frightening abilities they could not control.


16. The Wrath and The Dawn - Renee Ahdieh

One Life to One Dawn.

In a land ruled by a murderous boy-king, each dawn brings heartache to a new family. Khalid, the eighteen-year-old Caliph of Khorasan, is a monster. Each night he takes a new bride only to have a silk cord wrapped around her throat come morning. When sixteen-year-old Shahrzad’s dearest friend falls victim to Khalid, Shahrzad vows vengeance and volunteers to be his next bride. Shahrzad is determined not only to stay alive, but to end the caliph’s reign of terror once and for all.

adrienne de lafayette: the woman, the icon, the legacy
  • was only FOURTEEN when she married sixteen year old, awakward, lanky, redheaded fuckboy lafayette
  • (her mom loved laf but hated them together so she almost didn’t let them marry, didn’t let them sleep in the same room on their weddng night, and sent people with them on outings well into adulthood)
  • her dumbass husband ran off to america to fight in a war without telling anyone including his wife, so nice job on that one gilbert
  • her first daughter henriette fucking DIED as an infant, when laf was still in america. so adrienne dealt with that without her husband even being there
  • she was actually without her husband for quite a while come to think of it. like around 4 years total
  • handled their family’s finances on her own, because she was a fierce and brilliant woman
  • popped out four (4) of laf’s weird lookin kids
  • joined an abolitionist society along with her husband and purchased a cinnamon plantation with the sole purpose of freeing the slaves on the land
  •  had to deal with her husband doing stupid things like naming their child after general george washington and changing their family motto to “why not?”
  • and then, to everyone’s surprise and shock, her husband took up another post during the french revolution and went away for five months only to get sent to jail
  • she and her daughters were put on house arrest
  • oh and also a bunch of her family and friends had just been beheaded
  • while on house arrest, she sent letters to a whole shitton fuckton of people to try and get her husband out of an austrian prison and back to france
  • yeah she didn’t hear from laf for like two years while he was in prison because no one would let him write to her
  • smart smart woman burned any document or letter that could get laf in trouble 
  • anyway she finally got to this prison with her daughters except they would let laf out so she was like “fuck you and fuck your rules if he can’t come out i’m coming in”
  • LITERALLY ALLOWED HERSELF TO BE IMPRISONED FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS BECAUSE SHE LOVED HER HUSBAND THAT MUCH
  • (did i mention he cheated on her? twice? and she still went through all this shit and never had a bad thought about him :)))))))))
  • oh and! surprise! she got lead poisoning from the dirty water in the prison ah what a life
  • so they get out of prison and do you know what she does? she regains all their property, all their money, and gets them out of 200,000 livres worth of debt, because she was a badass
  • the hilarious end to her story is that she died a very painful death when she was 48 due to the lead poisoning she got n the prison
  • her last words ever spoken were to laf. and do you know what she said? “i am entirely yours”
  • anyway i’m dead inside and this woman deserves a bajillion dollars and a halo
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“[Jennifer] is still growing up, she’s still getting to know herself. She’s only sixteen years old, so she’s getting into a little bit of trouble. Anissa is very motherly, she just wants to make sure that [Jennifer] doesn’t go through the things that she went through. Anissa is just very protective over her.”- China Ann McClain on Jennifer and her relationship with Anissa.

Stephanie Brown is five years old, and her father is talking to his friends, and she listens to them. She doesn’t understand what they say, but she doesn’t like it. 

Stephanie Brown is six years old, and she drapes a blanket over her shoulders and dances around the hall, chanting that she’s Superman. 

Stephanie Brown is seven years old, and she’s locked in her closet, hyperventilating and nobody can hear her. 

Stephanie Brown is eight years old, and she’s afraid of closets, and her father, and she’s not sure what’s wrong with her mother. 

Stephanie Brown is nine years old, and she knows she’s alone. Gymnastics are her new best friend. 

Stephanie Brown is ten years old, and her father’s locked away, and her mother keeps taking medicine, but she’s not sure what it’s for. She keeps thinking about Superman, and her father’s stupid orange costume. 

Stephanie Brown is eleven years old, and she decides to make her own destiny, away from her dad, although she’s not sure how. 

Stephanie Brown is twelve years old, and she can’t really sew and her grades are going down and she misses her mom so much

Stephanie Brown is thirteen years old, and she’s kinda figured out the sewing thing, and she looks out the window and sees the Batsymbol, glowing in the sky, and she knows what she has to do. 

Stephanie Brown is fourteen years old, and she hits Robin in the face with a brick, and wears a purple costume that makes her feel powerful, and Batman tells her to go home. 

Stephanie Brown is fifteen years old, and Robin is her best friend, and she’s gonna have a baby, and Batman won’t stop telling her to quit, to put Spoiler away, but she knows she never will. 

Stephanie Brown is sixteen years old, and she’s not Spoiler anymore, but only because she’s traded it for Robin, and she pushes and pushes and tries so so hard to prove herself, and–Batman still tells her to go home. 

Stephanie Brown is seventeen years old, and she’s dead, except not really, but she sort of feels like it. 

Stephanie Brown is eighteen years old, and death will not keep her down, and she doesn’t care what Batman says, and she pushes and pulls and stumbles and never, never gives up, and Cass lets her be Batgirl, and Steph feels less alone. 

Stephanie Brown is nineteen years old, and she crawls into Wayne Manor through the window, and there’s a stiff movement of awkwardness, and she ignores it. After a while, so do the others. 

Stephanie Brown is twenty years old, and she doesn’t know what she wants to do with the entire rest of her life, and she doesn’t really care, as long as it’s not boring

Stephanie Brown is twenty one years old, and she was born into a niche she didn’t belong in, so she carved herself into a new one, and when she sees Bruce Wayne at her college graduation, smiling at her, she thinks it might have been worth it. 

daddy's 95 ❖ jongin

(not my gif, cr to the owner)

3304 words | smut, daddy kink, cheating, jongin’s ethereal skin, age gap, stepfather-stepdaughter thing | velvet

✎ When your mother isn’t home, your legs tingle at the thought of your stepfather and he needs to know.

[Warning: If you don’t like, don’t read, please]


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Void!Stiles x Reader / Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


“You know, I was going to kill you.” Stiles’ voice drawled out as he strolled into his room.

“Stiles?” You asked only for the boy to shake his head.

“No, he’s in here… very annoying, I don’t know how you all put up with him for so long.” He stopped in front of you, eyeing you like a curious cat.

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Minerva has a drawer in her desk. It is the top left one and the handle goes months at a time without being touched. However, she has not forgot its contents. Every once in a while after a few stiff drinks she will gain the courage to open it. Slowly and carefully as if it will attack her.

She opens it with one hand and a glass of firewhisky in the other. 

She pulls the contents out one by one.

The first is a simple splinter of wood. What was left of her broom from her school days. She rubs the scar on her stomach.

The next is a picture of a group of wizards covered in dust and curse marks of various severity. They all are grinning and the one on the end laughs as he leans against a chair, unable to stand properly. It was probably one of the last times Alastor was that carefree. Things had gone down hill for him sometime after she left the Auror’s offices.

The next makes her hand shake as she pull’s it out. She bit her lip as she stares down at the yellowing wedding invitation.  

       “We would like to invite you to the joining of Lily Evans and James                          Potter in holy matrimony on  May 14th 1979.”

                                               “P.S. Padfoot demands that you be his date.”

She laughed as she looked down at the next item. A piece of parchment with scribbles and a horribly written poem lay in front of her. James had been trying to write about Lily’s ‘tomato red hair’ instead of working during class. She had taken it away and shown Pamona at dinner and the Hufflepuff Head nearly choked on her food that night.

She sets it down and picks up the next photo. She remembers this one clearly. Sirius had shoved a camera into a younger student’s hands right before he boarded the Hogwarts express to leave for the last time. Minerva stood in the middle, smiling with Remus on one side towering over her, Lily and James next to him leaning against each other, Sirius and Peter on her other side. She watched as the camera went off, Sirius quickly turned and kissed her cheek. The photograph captured her surprise and mild outrage and his grin before ending and starting again.

Holding back tears, She pulls the next one out. It was at headquarters during the first war right before Lily and James went into hiding. Lily sat on a chair with a grin as she watched James hold a hand to her stomach and felt his child kick for the first time. He looked at her in complete awe as he looked on the verge of tears. In the background a tired looking Remus and Frank Longbottom held back Sirius as he attempted to charge forward to feel his godchild’s kicks.

Minerva shook her head and took a large drink from her glass as she pulled the next item out. A small photo of four boys. Peter held the camera up high and squinted his eyes against the setting sun while in the background a sixteen year old Remus fell to his knees in laughter as Sirius screamed at James who perched on a tree continuing to toss leaves and bark into his future best man’s hair.  

She wishes she could reach into this picture and shake Peter. Ask him why. 

She wishes she could scream to them. Warn them. 

She wishes that this damned drawer of memories was not the only thing she had left.

She wishes that James and Lily were alive and continuing to send her photos of their children.

She wishes that Remus would show up for tea like he used to.

She wishes Peter was that quiet boy who always jokingly left a saucer of milk outside her door.

She wishes that Sirius would send his usual monthly proposal owl.

She wishes that she did more.

She wishes she could have protected her boys. 

I Remember | Jason Todd x

Description: After Jason Todd’s death, the second Batgirl, Y/N L/N, is determined to kill the two men who caused it. Bruce watches her transformation, and the way her expression shifts when the Red Hood takes off his helmet.

Request: If the requests are still open could you do one where Jason was friends with the reader as Robin (round about when he was 16) and when he dies, reader turns into a Punisher like antihero and yaknow something with how when Jason does come back and his reaction idk really:))

Words: 1867

Notes: WOAOOOH I WROTE THIS SO FAST HOWWWW

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Taglist: @followeroonieclassic@robincoalition@puggleprincess@robincoalition


Bruce had never known how much damage a sixteen-year-old girl could cause until Jason Todd’s death. He remembers telling her almost as well as he remembers holding Jason’s body, or the splitting, earth-shattering, undiluted pain in his chest as his heart tried to saw it’s way out of his ribcage.

At first, the only thing that had been noticeably off was Y/N’s immediate disappearance and the way she had executed it. It was cliche and simple. She left a tear-stained note on her bed, and Alfred read it aloud to me as I drove the Batmobile into downtown Gotham—Riddler had made a bomb threat on the GCPD, and that meant that I was needed elsewhere. Y/N can wait, I remember thinking harmlessly, she’s only a teenager. I can find her once this is over with.

But after her disappearance crimes began to topple on top of each other, creating a proper and steady barricade between myself and the second Batgirl. By the time I had managed to create a period in which I could search for her, she was gone and seemingly never returning.

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Finding Closure (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,837

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mention of alcoholism, mention of death, mention of funeral, mentions of neglect, mentions of estranged family members, heartache, sadness, mentions of sad childhood

A/N: This is the first part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge. (Tay, please disregard until it’s completed!) Y'all wanted angst, well…I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. I tried not to but this story wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not sure how many parts it will have.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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Lost - The Forgotten Series - Pt. 3

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, mentions of Crowley and Cas

Warnings: All the Angst

Word Count: 2.6k (hey look, it’s the longest of the series)

A/N: I know that it’s been a while. I had to wait for this one to come to me. I thought it was going to be the last one, but it turns out this Series has other plans. So, I bring you third installment of The Forgotten Series, Lost. I really hope you guys like it! Catch up on Pt. 1 & 2

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Son of Wonder Woman

Chapter I: Original Headcanon | My Moon and Stars


“My Moon and Stars” Lance whispered in the dark.

The saying his mother would say to him, the same her mother said to his mother. My Moon and Stars. He never thought he would miss it so much. The embarrassing nickname his mother says before he went on missions with the team. Always getting a laugh of however there, Uncle Clark, Barry, Hal, Oliver or the Young Justice team.

“My Moon and Stars” He whispers again, fiddling with the item in his fingers.

Growing up being the only man on an island only of female warriors, not the easiest up bringing. Learning to fight at young ages, doing things children his age in the outside world were definitely not aloud to do, like handling a bow and arrow… a sword.

Then again, half of the population of Thermyscira didn’t like him. A man. Lance even hunched that his grandmother didn’t like him either. All of her looks. Lance shuddered.

“My Moon and Stars”

Lance felt tears build up, he misses home. He’s fought in wars, not intergalactic wars where anything can kill you. At home your familiar with, knows what can and cannot kill you, regardless of being an amazon. Everything has it’s limits, like Superman and Kryptonite or Green Lanterns and *snort* the colour yellow. 

Most of all he misses his mother, his uncles, his aunties (all of them). He still want’s to know who his father is. Mother always said when he was older, then kiss his tiny forehead then proceed on the ancient stories she had and walk around the armoury looking at thousand year-old gifts from the gods. 

He knows that his father picked his name, Leandro, and he was Cuban. Nothing else. He just only got everything from him and his eyes from his mother. He let go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding and stared at his jacket that sat in the corner of the room.

The jacket contains a bunch of ancient, god gifted arrows and an extra, collapsible bow from Green Arrow. Sometimes he wished he didn’t take the undercover mission from Batman, but then he would be leaving Hunk, Pidge, Shiro and Keith here in space. Not leave Earth in a bad relationship with mother.

“I’m taking that mission if you like it or not…Goodbye mother, see you in a year”

The last words he said to her. Lance felt his tears cascade down his face and sniff. He took it to get away from the island, away from protection, he wanted to be free. He was rarely to take missions with the team to begin with.

“I beg you not to take that mission”

Leandro stood in shock, she never begged. She was the strongest woman on Earth, the strongest woman doesn’t beg.

“I’m sixteen years old, mother. I don’t need you doing my life for me”

“And as your mother, you are not allowed to take that mission”

“I’m taking that mission if you like it or not…Goodbye mother, see you in a year”

Lance put down the alien rock on the bed before he could crush it. Oh god, Bruce would feel so guilty. He put Lance on the mission, knowing full well what were Diana’s wishes. He’s probably at the end of Diana wrath, with only Clark pulling her back. 

“My Moon and Stars”

What will the Voltron team think? When will the Voltron team know? What will the team do when they find out he has super strength and flight?

“I love you my little Amazon”

There is no use thinking about that now. But he will come home, after destroying the Galra once and for all. Before or if they find Lance’s true persona. He will destroy-

“Lance training remember!” Hunk’s called from outside of his door.

“Going to be right out!” He calls right back, wiping the snot and tears from his face. No use thinking about it, but right now he has training, and he is going to destroy those drone with or without super-strength. He smiled


This is uummmidk’s suggestion. (I’m sorry. I couldn’t find you). Open for more suggestions.

War - Winchester Sister

Warnings: Suicide, mention of self harm, depression, Sam and Dean being asshole of brothers

Word Count:  1767 (damn)

Part 2

Life was hard. Of course, because that’s what life was about. Challenges, fights, and war.

“What the hell was that?!” Dean was shouting, again. We were out on a hunt that Sam found about a week ago, a simple hunt? No. Werewolves. Here we were to think it was just one or two, not a whole pack of seven. “I’m sorry! It’s not my fault!” “Don’t give me that bullshit.” He growled as I gently placed Sam on the bed earning a groan from him. “M’ sorry Sammy.” I said, kissing his forehead and quickly running out of the room to get the first aid kit that we kept in the closet down the hall before rushing back and getting out the needle and bandages.

“This is your damn fault.” Dean growled, running a hand down his face and starting to pace the room. “Dean! Stop it, you’re not helping Sam at all by just pacing the room.” “Well I wouldn’t have to help him if you didn’t mess up in the first place!” “That doesn’t matter right now!” Glaring at each other, before a sigh fell from my lips as I went back to working on Sam.

“You’re such a disappointment.” He sneered, voice dripping with venom as he left the room slamming the door. Probably going to take baby for a drive to clear his mind. Tears blurred my vision, but no matter what my goal was to stitch Sam up, my big brother and then get some rest for myself. “You shouldn’t have taken the hit for me Sammy..” I mumbled, brushing the hair out of his face as I started finishing up. Leaving the first aid kit on the table, in case he needed it in the morning while I walked to the door, taking a glance back at him before shutting it behind me and going back to my own room. Dean’s words ringing in my head ‘your damn fault’ ‘disappointment’ And he was right.

I knew my place with Sam and Dean, they would die for each other, of course. And I was just their useless baby sister, I knew I didn’t matter. Not to them.

Entering my room, I shut the door behind myself. Laying on the bed and letting the voices consume my head as always. Everyday was a battle to pass by, and the scars on my body was proof of that. But they didn’t know, no. How could I ever tell my brother’s who don’t even care? So, I don’t.

“Dean look! I drew a picture for you!” Five year old Y/n said, holding it up to her older brother that was cooking dinner so he could see. “Look’s great Y/n.” She frowned, “But you aren’t even looking!” A whine fell from her lips, “Y/n I’m busy right now.” “Pwease Dean?” “Not now.” “Dean?” “I said not now Y/n!” Tears filled the little girl’s eyes as she ran away and out of the room, not eating dinner that night.

“Sammy can you read me a story tonight?” “I can’t Y/n.” “Well, why not?” Seven year old Y/n asked, tilting her head to the side and walking over to him. “Because I’m.. Busy.” He said as she furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. “But you’re not doing anything.” He sighed and rolled his eyes. “I said no Y/n, okay?” She frowned and turned around walking away clutching her stuffed moose close to her chest. “Okay Sammy..”

Twelve year old Y/n ran with the soccer ball between her feet, being one of the most fastest and skilled on the team, she was always on the field. “Go Y/n!” Her friends cheered as she got closer to the net, taking a shot as the ball went into the net just before the timer went off, making her team win the game as they all cheered and ran over to hug and give her high fives. A grin was on her face, looking over at at the benches, hoping to see her big brothers. Instead, only seeing parents of the other kids as she sighed and frowned. They promised her they would come, and they didn’t.

“Hey um, guys?” Sixteen year old Y/n asked, walking up to her brothers that were sitting around the room on the couches. “Hey Y/n, what’s up?” “Um.. I’m in the Talent show this Friday.. I was wondering if you guys could come..? It’d mean a lot to me.” “Of course we’ll come!” “really?” “Yeah, sure.” Dean chuckled, before returning back to the Tv as she grinned. “Thanks!”

That following Friday, Y/n was backstage, looking out to try and find her brothers, only to frown when she didn’t see them when walking on stage. But she sang anyway, and she sang so loud, and so amazing that the whole audience boomed with cheers. But it didn’t matter to her, because her brothers weren’t there to cheer her on as well.

“Dean I’m twenty year’s old I can do what I want!” “I said no Y/n! You’re staying here and that’s final!” “You’re not my father!” Dean’s eyes widened for a split second, before he glared and grabbed her wrist tightly. “No! but I sure as hell raised you, and you’ll only slow us down! So stay here and don’t get in our damn way!” He yelled, shoving you back as you landed on the cold floor with tears stinging your eyes, looking up at Sam who gave you a nod as they both walked away.

“Fuck!” Y/n yelled, being pinned down by a werewolf as she struggled and kicked him off, running to get her gun as it ran and pounced to claw at her chest, only for Sam to jump in the way taking the blow. “Sam!” She cried, shooting the werewolf as she rushed to his side taking off her flannel and pressing it to his wound. “I’m sorry Sammy, I’m sorry..” She repeated, as Dean finished off the last werewolf and rushed over to her. “What the hell happened?!” Tears were flowing down Y/n’s face as she choked on her sobs “H-He took my hit..” A growl fell from Dean’s lips as he threw ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck! What the hell’s wrong with you!?” “I-I’m sorry, just please Dean he needs help..” “You better be sorry, I told you, you only slow us down and get in our way.” He growled before walking away.

Clutching onto your pillow tightly as tears flowed down your face, you finally realized, you weren’t welcome here. Rushing to the bathroom, You grabbed a bottle of pain killers along with your phone and wallet. Putting on your hoodie, you quietly opening your door, you glanced down the hallway. You hadn’t heard Dean come home yet, and you were positive Sam was still asleep. Silently walking down the hallway, you walked up the stairs and opened the door, turning around and taking a quick glance around the bunker. Tears blurring your vision as you hung your head and walked out shutting the door behind you for the last time. You started running, as you running came to a jog, and your jog came to a walk. Not even sure how long you were outside for, maybe half an hour by now as you soon came to the town, stepping into the small motel, walking to the front and paying for a room. Taking the key, you walked outside to your room. Opening the door before shutting it behind you and walking into the bathroom.

Stepping into the bathtub, you sat inside of it, resting your head back against the wall as you closed your eyes. Listening to the voice screaming at you in your mind.

All you felt was numb, not even knowing if you felt anything at all anymore.

Taking out your phone, you dialled Sam’s cell, tears running down your face as you wiped them with the hem of your sleeve. A small smile creeped up onto your lips hearing his voice from the voicemail one last time, until it beeped. “Hey Sammy..” You sniffed and looked up running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry for everything.. You getting hurt because of me, it’s all my fault. I’m not worth it, I don’t know why you did it. Thank you for being my big brother, even when you weren’t there for me when I needed you, you were still my big brother. And I could never hate you. I’m sorry. I love you.” A sigh fell from your lips as you hung up, Dean was next, and you were begging he’d leave you to voicemail, but at the same time. You knew he would, he’d still be too mad at you to talk. Hearing his voicemail made you smile, even though he was an ass to you no longer than two hours ago, you still loved your older brother. “Hey Dean, it’s your least favourite sister.” Weakly smiling, with tears endlessly continuing to run down your face, no matter how many times you wiped them away. “I’m sorry.. It’s my fault, I know I’m a disappointment. I get that you hate me, and it’s okay, don’t worry. I hate me too. But you won’t have to worry about me anymore, okay? Take care of Sammy for me, just like you always do. Because he’s more important than anyone else, right?” Pulling out the bottle of painkillers, you glanced down at them with a sniff. “I love you Dean. No matter what. I’m sorry for everything.” Smiling sadly, you hung up your phone. Staring down at the bottle of pills in your hands as sobs racked your body. This was your only chance, and you were gonna take it. Glancing at your phone one last time, it started vibrating. Blowing up with phone calls, text messages. Everything. Quickly grabbing it, you turned it off. If you were going out, you were going out in silence.

Taking off the lid, you instantly put the bottle to your mouth, downing every last pill and swallowing all of them until they were gone. Gripping the bottle tightly in your hand. You rested your head back. Looking up at the ceiling with a smile on your face as tears continued flowing, you actually did something right for once in your life.

As everything was going blurry, and darkness faded over one last time.

We’ve all been to war, whether it’s real life, or in your own mind surrounded by demons.



UM, first of all I just wanna say thank you to Savannah for getting me to write again because she’s been writing so much for our blog lately, thank you Sav.

And second of all, suicide is never the answer, we’ve all been to war please think about everything and if you need help please call a hotline because you are all lovely and we love it when you guys are around, you make a difference, thank you.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: one or both of them trying on dresses? For any reason?

(okay this one is kind of long i’m sorry i took this prompt everywhere for some reason fhauoinfklsa)

When Yuuri is just six years old, he tells his mother that he wants to try on that pretty sunflower-colored dress he spotted at the store. She seems surprised, but she doesn’t question it. 

“Maybe for your birthday,” she promises, smiling down at him. “After all, a pretty dress like that doesn’t come cheap.”

He beams at her and never questions it as different

Just two months later, he opens his present and screams in delight when he sees the sunflower-colored dress shining right back at him. 

His mother and father prompt him to go try it on, and he quickly does because what else was he going to do?

When he comes back out, sporting the pretty sunflower-colored dress, he’s beaming. 

He’s seven now and he knows he’s the cutest.

His family eats it all up and takes pictures and those pictures are on the fridge for two years until Yuuri invites one of his friends over and his friend sees it and says, “Is this you? Why are you dressed as a girl? This is weird!”

Yuuri never thought so. He didn’t think like that. He didn’t see why it would be weird to want to feel pretty, but he frowns anyway and tells him that it was just a joke. 

That same night, after his friend has long been gone, his mother notices the empty spot on the fridge and questions Yuuri about it. 

Yuuri purses his lips and looks down at his feet. “I’m not a girl, Mom.”

His mom is quiet for a moment, and Yuuri doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do so before she can say something like how weird he is, he runs away to his room and falls asleep. 

He stops wearing dresses. 

He’s only nine years old. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Victor has long ago embraced his femininity. Loves it in fact. He used to concern himself with worrying about what other people think, but it’s him that goes to national and worldwide competitions and wins

He’s only sixteen years old and he loves loves loves his long hair. He can’t even wonder about a world where he doesn’t have his long hair. 

One of his old girlfriends broke up with him because he told her that the dress she was wearing would look much cuter on him. 

Victor didn’t really mind, and still doesn’t because it’s true

He can’t try to concern himself with what people think of him when he goes to practice in a dress, his long hair flowing. People see him as a female. People view him as a freak. Gay

He isn’t a female. It’s just fashion. Victor just loves fashion. He loves having the air between his legs. He loves feeling cute cute cute. He isn’t a female, but he stopped long ago trying to tell people that. He doesn’t care anymore. He just needs to focus on practice. 

He isn’t a freak either. He very much thinks those that are mean to him just because of what he wears are much freakier than he is. He isn’t too concerned. 

Gay? 

(Ah, well. Victor doesn’t know about that yet. He just loves who he loves. And if he loves men then… well, that’s okay.)

He isn’t too concerned. 

And he ignores the scoffs people give him as he rushes to practice, ice skates in hand. 

~~~~~~~~~~

When Yuuri meets Victor, he’s already in love. 

When Victor meets Yuuri, he’s already in love. 

Maybe “love” isn’t the correct term. Enamored. Hopeless and helpless. Infatuated. 

But they both know. They both know it’ll come to be love one day. 

And that day comes much sooner than either expected, but it most definitely is not unappreciated. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Long after the Finals, both Victor and Yuuri are laying in bed together, wrapped up in who they are with the other, confessing secrets and telling stories when they find out. 

Yuuri is blushing. “I… I used to wear dresses. As a kid. When I was like seven or something.”

Victor is startled at first, but not even for a second does he show that emotion. He just beams at him. 

“Yuuriiii, how come you never told me this?!”

“Because it’s embarrassing!”

Victor’s expression darkens. (He’s been hearing that phrase for years and years and years. He didn’t expect to hear it from Yuuri.)

“Is it?” is all he says, voice strained. Yuuri blushes again and shakes his head.

“That’s the thing. It’s not. It’s not embarrassing or bad for little boys to want to wear dresses. Or men. Or anybody. And I know this… but… what if I’m not pretty enough?”

Victor then understands why Yuuri was so embarrassed. 

He shakes his head, smirking. “I think you would look very pretty, Yuuri. You’re already beautiful. You’d make any dress look pretty,” he says confidently. 

Yuuri blushes again. “Now you’re being embarrassing.”

“I used to wear dresses too. I still do, sometimes.”

Yuuri doesn’t seem shocked.

“Did you already know that, Yuuri?!”

Yuuri looks even more embarrassed. “I mean… yeah. I was sort of obsessed with you for a bit, remember?”

“You’re not obsessed with me anymore?!”

Yuuri shoves him. “Shut it, you baby.”

Victor suddenly gets a wicked grin on his face. 

“Oh no,” Yuuri says.

“Oh yes.”

~~~~~~~~~~

They have fun. A lot of fun. 

Despite Yuuri’s dubious concerns. 

“I look cute, don’t I?!” Victor says, swirling in a magenta dress. Yuuri sighs, but he’s still blushing as he nods. 

“Have you found another one you want to try on?!” Victor asks. 

Yuuri shakes his head, going through the dress rack. “Not yet. No, I–” 

He cuts off. 

“Yuuri?”

The dress in front of him is a pretty sunflower-colored dress. 

“Oh,” he says. 

Victor is beside him then, leaning over to peer at the dress that Yuuri’s landed on. 

“This is so cute! Try it on!” 

Yuuri doesn’t say anything for a minute, but eventually, he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He grabs the dress. 

The material feels soft in his hands. 

Quickly going to the changing room, he starts smiling as he remembers his excitement as a kid, and for a brief second, he feels foolish, he feels foolish for being excited now, but then he shakes his head because no, this is okay, it’s just a dress, and he puts it on. 

He thinks he looks pretty in it. 

Victor, the impatient brat that he is, opens the door without Yuuri’s permission and is about to loudly exclaim something, but Yuuri sees the stop of his brain when he spots Yuuri. 

“Yuuri… you’re… you’re beautiful.”

And maybe when Yuuri was nine years old and was just told by a friend he thought was dear to him that it was weird for boys to dress up in dresses, he would have been embarrassed, he would felt gross, he would have felt like a freak, but he sees the love of his life standing in front of him, in all of his glory in a beautiful magenta dress, and that same man is saying he’s beautiful, and Yuuri knows, he knows that this is how it was supposed to happen, and he knows he is going to always be just absolutely okay. 

“You are too.”

They both beam at each other, and Yuuri has never felt more loved in his life. 

(JESUS. okay I might post this one on ao3 later. also, I’m tired. I will do the rest of the prompts later, I promise! I see you, okay!! Much love xxxx)

I feel like some of the hatred for Dany goes too far. Like yes, I can understand hating her storyline( and as a woc I don’t like some of the white imperialistic tones in her story either, but that’s more the fault of how her story is written than the actual character), but some of the accusations like “she’s spoiled and entitled”, and “she hasn’t suffered enough” are weird because she spent the first thirteen years of her life on the run, kicked out of the only home she ever had at five, with an abusive older brother who hated her for something she wasn’t able to control (their mother’s death from childbirth) who then sold her like an animal to a man that then raped her repeatedly until she gained some autonomy in the marriage. She, a thirteen (sixteen in the show) year old child was forced into a culture she didn’t want, a marriage she didn’t want, and that doesn’t qualify as “ enough suffering” to some of y'all? That’s being spoiled?

Oh and she’s “entitled ”, well Scoobert, that’s to be expected when her older brother whispered into her ear since she was a baby that the Targaryens was robbed of their throne by “the usurpers and their dogs” and that they were the rightful rulers and that they must take what is theirs with “fire and blood”. In her mind, she is the rightful heir to the throne because she was told from birth it was stolen from her.

And she’s a “terrible queen”, well no shit Scoob that’s to be expected when she spent thirteen years of her life on the run and raised as only a consort to her brother, and only had true agency when she was fifteen and rid of both brother and husband. She’s not going to be an amazing queen out of nowhere with no experience and no lessons taught on how to rule until she had Jorah, Barristan, and Tyrion(show) as advisors.

She’s learning, she’s growing, calm down on a sixteen year old girl who’s still learning how to rule compared to several of your middle-aged male faves who are experienced and should know better.

pitviperofdoom  asked:

I have a character in an urban fantasy setting who uses tattoo art as a medium to cast magic. I've recently considered making him Jewish, as he is the legal guardian of his deceased best friends' daughter who was raised Jewish. I can't seem to find a solid consensus on whether or not tattoos are all right by Jewish customs; from what I can gather, recent generations are embracing them, but it's still debated. As a gentile, how can I address this respectfully? Or should I scrap the idea entirely?

Challenges to making a character with magical tattoos Jewish

It seems a little off to me to pick us for a culture once you’ve decided his dominant magical form is tattoo-related. I mean as you pointed out, plenty of us are embracing tats in the modern era even if it’s pretty against tradition (and also opens up the Shoah numbers can of worms.) But specifically picking a culture where ink is controversial, if anything, for a character who isn’t just inked but does magic with his ink just seems like it would be an extra hill to climb to not step on toes, from the outside, if you know what I mean?

If one of us was writing it and it had something to do with reclaiming the ink that was part of the Shoah nightmare, i.e. “my magic is forged from your bullshit and I am stronger now”, that’d be different, but from the outside it just feels like an obstacle course to me.

If the only reason you’re attaching him to Jewishness is the girl, I’m comfortable with a gentile character as the guardian of a little Jewish girl as long as she’s either old enough to know what to do on her own if she still wants to do it, or has other Jewish adults in her life who can keep teaching her. (For example, my half-sister was sixteen when my dad and stepmom passed away, but she didn’t become an Evangelical Christian just because the household she lived in during her last two years of high school are.)

One way to make this okay is maybe change his magic to henna based instead of conventional permanent tats? Except that my knowledge of henna is extremely limited and Google seems to be telling me we only do it for weddings. There’s a tumblr account called jewishhenna that may have more information.

–Shira

P.S. The kind of debate you saw during your research is a feature, not a bug - it’s very familiar to us for there to be a great and vehement diversity of opinion about our traditions :)

Can You Hear Me?

Hey Guys! New MultiChapter Alert! I’m Kind Of In Love With This One And Its Pretty Long So Let Me Know What You Think!


Riverdale, a small town riddled with political drama, town wide disagreements and the occasional murder that sent each and every resident into a flurry of destruction and stressful decision making. These things however monumental and pressing they seemed in the moment, well they passed. Everything seemed to pass in Riverdale, chaos and confusion eventually found its place buried deep in some invisible capsule never to be seen again, never to be spoken of for fear of disrupting whatever semblance of peace they had all managed to put together in the moment. But one rather large bump in the town that spoke of Unity, of togetherness, well… that never wavered, never went away.

That bump? that bump was none other than the infamous Southside Serpents.

Betty Cooper, perfect in every sense of the word, from the honey blonde curls that fell softly on her shoulders to her trim figure, earned by the written down diet and exercise regimen she followed religiously. The sixteen year old cheerleader and journalist was everyone’s best friend, her gentle way of speaking and her soft green eyes made her already warmhearted nature easy to spot and impossible to escape. She was the very picture of light and everyone knew it, which is why when she mentioned a dance, a Welcome to Riverdale High Winter Formal, no one had disagreed.

Southside High had burnt down last month, a Serpent prank gone terribly wrong leaving all of the students without a place to go. Riverdale High had been the only option and after a ridiculous amount of Town Meetings everyone had finally agreed that the children needed a place to learn. It had been tense in the High school from that point on, the anticipation and suspense would end tomorrow when the schools finally merged but as for tonight? tonight was a mixer, a chance to change perceptions, a chance to make friends, to unite.

“You do realize some of these people are criminals right? they’ve been in jail, they’re…hardened” Veronica Lodge exclaimed, heiress to Lodge Industries fortune and the most exotic thing Riverdale had ever seen. Her jet black hair, sharp eyes and knockout body had every boy within a ten mile radius drooling. She was also Bettys best friend since birth and had the kind of fierce loyalty you could only wish for in a friend. Right now though? her beautiful face was contorted into a grimace, Veronica, like most north siders was not looking forward to sharing her side of Riverdale.

“Didn’t your dad just get out of prison like last month?” Kevin Keller added, Kevin was also Bettys best friend and he was on her side no matter the circumstance. They had been thrown together at a young age, perfect Betty Cooper with the blonde pigtails and pink ribbons and the sheriffs son, it was a match made in heaven, It wasn’t long until they both found out that Betty wasn’t quite Kevin’s….type, they had been inseparable ever since.

“Totally not the point” Veronica waved a makeup brush in Kevin’s face threateningly as she slid into a skin tight  black dress by some designer Betty could only afford if she sold her arm. “ Listen all I’m saying is that we have to be careful, we have to look out for each other. these are not the good guys.” Veronicas eyes fell on Betty involuntarily as Kevin kept quiet, Betty knew he probably agreed with her, they were fiercely protective of her ever since the accident.

oh yeah something that should probably be added, she was  deaf.


We don’t know that. they could be really sweet and misunderstood” the beautiful blonde sighed, smiling when Kevin handed her the soft yellow dress, zipping her up and nodding in approval. She had made the dress herself, layers of see through fabric made for the softest flowing skirt she had ever worn, the fabric skimming mid thigh as the strapless top was woven intricately in the same fabric, her makeup was minimal and her hair was pulled up into a loose bun resting low on the back of her neck,loose strands falling and resting on her cheeks.


“beautiful” Kevin signed. Betty could read lips amazingly well, she had only lost her hearing two years ago but she had been quick to learn sign language “ just in case the surgeries don’t work” she had explained. Kevin had been right alongside her, learning and at one point even teaching, They had a bond that was something so much more than special.


“well now that we all look absolutely amazing, as always, lets go break some Serpent hearts. Reggie’s already downstairs and you know how impatient he can be.” Veronica grabbed her clutch and breezed out the door.


Kevin rolled his eyes and turned to Betty “whenever you want to leave. let me know. well be out of there and in a booth at pops in seconds flat.”


Betty grinned “I love you Kevin” she whispered pulling him down the stairs, she glanced at the fridge in her kitchen ,a note hanging by a statue of liberty magnet


      “ have a great time at the dance, went away for the week. see you next Tuesday. love you! - mom and dad”


of course, her parents were never home she supposed it had been harder on them than it had been on hear, losing her hearing was burden everyone had to carry.


suddenly she was up and swinging around the kitchen, a familiar pair of incredibly muscular arms had her squeezed tight, a surprised giggle escaping her lips.


“Reggie.” she laughed, her feet finally touching the ground


“Look at you! you look mighty fine little mama.” he smirked, handsome as ever.
Reggie Mantle was her protector, her friend, her brother, he watched over her, guarded her, confided in her. He was a good person with a terrible reputation, but none of that mattered to her, first and foremost he was one of her closest friends and she loved him with all her heart.


“you don’t look so bad yourself Mantle.” she grinned


“What can I say, I clean up real nice.” he was such a goofball it instantly warmed her heart. “ now come on , we gotta go. whos gonna spike the punch bowl if I’m not there? a sober homecoming. a tragedy.”  


The four teens arrived at the dance just a half an hour late “ leave them guessing, B. first impressions are everything.” Veronica had explained as they sat in the gas station parking lot for twenty minutes.


There was absolutely no subtlety regarding the divide between the two separate schools, An alarming amount of leather and short skirts crowded the left half of the room while suit jackets mixed with Letterman jackets occupied the right.


“okay, okay! its not so bad! at least they came right? that’s a great sign!” Bettys unparalleled optimism was something to be admired.


“ It was mandatory, they kind of had to come.” Kevin shrugged apologetically.


“well, I’m going to go dance, this is my song and I have moves!” Veronica shimmied her way to the dance floor, pulling Reggie with her. Kevin’s eyes lit up when he spotted someone halfway across the dance floor, he looked nervously at Betty.


“Go” she signed, a genuine smile on her face as he scurried away, practically tripping over his feet. Betty squirmed, she felt eyes on her, someone was watching her. Glancing up she gasped at the intensity of the boy across the rooms stare, he was standing next to a girl with bright purple hair and a redheaded boy holding a flask, his rainstorm blue eyes burning into hers. he was beautiful, there wasn’t a question about it.


The Serpent currently watching her stood at least 6 feet tall, his long legs and ripped jeans tucked into worn in brown combat boots, his wavy ink black hair was messy, a single curl hanging in his eyes. There was a spattering of freckles and beauty marks covering his olive skin, and his lips were a shade very similar to Bettys favorite Perfectly pink lipstick. it was clear he was in shape by the way his leather jacket stretched across his biceps, the simple white t shirt snug on his chest. it took all of thirteen seconds for betty to realize she had been checking him out and half a second for her to tear her eyes from his and head the complete opposite direction, only stopping  when her classmates stopped her to talk.


Eventually Betty found herself behind the sound system, she could relax here, no one would look for her here. pressing her open palm to the speaker on her side, Betty closed her eyes. she could feel the rhythm pumping into her palm, the music flowing to her fingers. There were a lot of things she missed, the sound of an engine starting, Kevin’s laugh, Veronica singing her to sleep over the phone, even the crowded hallways passing classes but the one thing she missed more than anything was music. The doctors had been sure that she would gain her hearing back “a temporary thing” they had said, but slowly she saw the worry creep into their eyes after every failed surgery , every year that went by.


“have faith, betty. that’s all you can do” everyone said, but no one knew, no one understood.


she felt him before she saw him , the steady clomp of combat boots mixed with something much more stealthy. Looking up she wasn’t surprised to see the dark haired boy with the curious eyes standing in front of her, his hands shoved into his pockets as he said something far too quickly for betty to understand.


“ I can’t hear you, can you repeat that?” she questioned, stepping closer, her eyes trained on his lips.


he spoke again, still too quick to read but clearly he was attempting to speak louder


Betty shook her head, a soft smile on her lips as she grabbed his hand much to his surprise pulled him away from the speakers and into the hallway.
“its not because its too loud in there” she explained “ I cant hear you because I’m deaf. you speak a little  fast and I just couldn’t get a grip on your words” she smiled, nodding her head and encouraging him to try again.


It didn’t seem to phase him but when he spoke Betty noticed he was clearly trying to slow down.


“ I asked if you wanted to dance, I saw you and.. Listen I know its kind of a stupid thing to do.. I don’t even know you.. honestly I don’t even know why I asked.. I’m a jackass.. I set myself up for failure ya know? here I am asking a north side girl who looks like you to dance like a friggin wuss.. not that there’s anything wrong with how you look! you’re ya now.. I mean you know you’re beautiful, what are you like the prom queen? I’m jughead Jones , not that you asked or care.. I’m gonna stop talking now and walk away.” Jughead rambled turning 0n his heel before a tiny scarred palm landed on his forearm.


“ I’d love to dance with you Jughead Jones. I’m Betty Cooper” betty wrapped her arms around the surprised boys neck guiding his hands to her waist.


“Yeah?” he questioned “right here? you cant even hear the music?” he winced


“doesn’t matter much to me, No one ever asks me to dance because they’re afraid ill be insulted but actually I love to dance.” she beamed up at him, smile so bright it was almost impossible not to smile back. it was quiet for a minute before Betty spoke again, tilting so she could see his face “Why did you ask me to dance? there’s so many beautiful girls out there.”  


a funny kind of smile graced the gang members face
“ I cant explain it , I just know.. there’s not one other place Id want to be then right here.”


it was almost slow motion, no one knew who leaned in first, right before their lips were about to touch the fire alarm blared through the hallway the vibrations sending Betty backwards as she glanced around panicked


“Hey, Hey, its just the fire alarm its okay.” Jughead reached for her


“Betty!”


a new voice from behind Jughead shoved him aside, a muscled Asian with a terrified expression gripped her hand “We gotta go! some snake set the locker room on fire, the cops are coming!”


“Jug! Lets get out of here, one more mark on our records and were done!”

Archie called from behind him. He had turned for only a second but by the time he looked back Betty was just a flash of blonde and yellow.


hopping on his motorcycle that night there was only one thing on his mind.


Who was Betty Cooper and why the hell did he feel this way?

Six Fun Facts About Aileen Wuornos

1. She began prostituting at an extraordinarily young age; Aileen started trading sexual favors for cigarettes in junior high, before she had fully developed pubic hair.

2. Aileen once threw a party for classmates in high school, and saved all her money from prostitution to buy drinks and food - however, when her classmates arrived, they locked her out of the house and carried on without her.

3. She once claimed to have slept with over 250 000 men in her lifetime. This figure is likely exaggerated though.

4. Aileen gave birth to a son when she was only thirteen years old, and her grandparents (her legal guardians at the time) immediately put the child up for adoption. It is highly likely the childs father was Aileen’s grandfather, Lauri.

5. Quite soon after giving birth, her grandparents kicked Aileen out of their house. With no friends or family to stay with, she began sleeping in the woods and stealing food to sustain herself. Aileen was a fully-fledged prostitute by age sixteen.

6. The biker bar where she was eventually arrested, the aptly named ‘Last Resort’ Bar, has a photo of Aileen mounted on the wall and her signature still decorates the wall. Fans can even order a meal named after her that comes with 'Mad Aileen’ hot sauce.

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MOST ANTICIPATED BOOKS OF 2017 [1/?] → The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

↳“Sixteen-year-old Starr lives in two worlds: the poor neighbourhood where she was born and raised and her posh high school in the suburbs. The uneasy balance between them is shattered when Starr is the only witness to the fatal shooting of her unarmed best friend, Khalil, by a police officer. Now what Starr says could destroy her community. It could also get her killed. Inspired by the Black Lives Matter movement, this is a powerful and gripping YA novel about one girl’s struggle for justice.“ (Goodreads)

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So. Here’s some art and a fic I’ve been holding onto for…about a year. I’ve been too nervous to post it anywhere because I don’t write, but my chances to post are running out so now or never! 

This is my take on why and how Keith knew Shiro when they met in the first episode. There weren’t many stories like this when I wrote it but I’m sure there are alot now but whatever, just take it. This follows the main scenes of the first episode, with some added details/headcanons and flashbacks added into the mix. Oh, and male pronouns for Pidge because this is from Keith’s early perspective. Beta’d by my lovely friend @x-i-l-verify~

This is also written in a completely platonic light. I love Keith and Shiro as surrogate brothers of sorts, and the team as a family, so if you reblog…

Please don’t tag any ships on this! Thank you!

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