so many feelings about this movie always

listen you guys dont understand how overwhelming it is to see a predominantly black cast in a movie that isn’t involving slavery. how absolutely thrilling it is to know that a kid is going to see black panther and realize that heroes can look just like them. it is an experience that many of us were deprived of as children and i can almost feel a sense of my childhood coming back thinking about how i always wanted someone that could represent my culture and having that now is something i can’t quite put into words.

anonymous asked:

Hey Viria, sorry to bother you but this is something I really need to talk about with someone and your blog has always been a safe space to me. I'm turning 20 this year and I've never been in love, nor have I had a boyfriend/girlfriend before. I don't know, if I'm too picky or if my standards are to high, but I never felt something like a crush before. I don't know if it's normal but I really just want to feel having butterflies in my tummy. I don't know what to do or what is wrong with me.

there’s nothing wrong with you, please don’t think this way! 

There are few things I can offer about this:

- don’t feel alone if the insecurity you feel is connected to the age, you aren’t alone, there are so many young people in their twenties who hasn’t been in relationship before. Even for me, even though I had minor school crushes, I only had one relationship and it wasn’t serious and I now know it wasn’t love. So for me it happened when I turned 22.

- it might be that you feel the red flags about people and haven’t met someone you connect to yet. I know a few people who are close to their 20s but haven’t had crushes before, it’s normal too, we all are different.

- movies always make us feel like we have to be in love to be complete, because EVERY teenager is in love in the movies. They show the morally high educated girls and say they always have to be in love to be good. Don’t be too pressured by the movies; they aren’t real life.

- as for butterflies: they aren’t always good. I mentioned minor crushes I had: I used to have all the knees buckling, heartbeating too fast, and I have to say that it wasn’t the healthiest. With as much as I had of physical stuff happening, I could never even talk to that person. So..not feeling the butterflies, but feeling warm and cosy and content and just, very secure, is what I think matters more. Deep connection matters more. Attraction is important too, of course, but the physical stuff fades over time, bonding stays.

- THE LAST BUT NOT LEAST. Try looking up aromantiсism, asexuality, demisexuality. I am not the most educated person with this; but there are people who don’t feel romantic or sexual attraction towards others. There are people who need to really spiritually and mentally bond with someone to start being attracted to them. You might be aromantic or asexual or demisexual!

Hope it helps at least a bit, remember you aren’t alone and there are always people who feel the way you do! You will have it all figured out soon, don’t worry<3

Very Important mcnamawyer/veronamara headcanons that minna franklinshepard and i have been discussing

  • they start dating a few weeks after the whole incident with jd
  • veronica invites heather to watch the movie with her and martha because she wants to keep an eye on her
  • after that they just start spending more and more time with each other (bc heather is a natural follower and needs someone)
  • they help each other out, heather helps calm veronica when things get bad (even if she doesn’t know what really happened, she is always there when veronica needs it) and veronica makes heather feel better when she feels like she’s drowning
  • they have many movie nights and heather always ends up cuddling veronica bc she is a Cuddle Bug
  • one of their movie nights they end up kissing each other (its really sweet and gentle and shy) and after that it’s history
  • veronica is always the big spoon bc heather is so tiny
  • heather tries being the big spoon but it just doesn’t work and her face ends up in veronica’s shoulder blades and they laugh about it
  • veronica always teases heather about how short and tiny she is and is always picking her up and swinging her off her feet. heather pretends to hate it but she actually really loves it
  • no one realizes they’re dating for a while, they’ve been affectionate friends even before then and have been holding hands in the halls as just friends so there isn’t much transition
  • veronica tells her parents when they start referring to her as “your very close friend heather" and veronica’s just like “we’re girlfriends.” and her parents are totally cool w/ whatever makes veronica happy so they’re just like “oh okay dear”
  • heather’s parents are a different story, they’ve never really been fond of veronica bc she’s so weird and she’s from the poorer side of town and is like ten feet tall and laughs really loudly for ten minutes at every funny thing heather says
  • for a while they’re like “i’m sure there are some nice boys around honey” and heather is just like “but I like veronica” and eventually they get over it bc they do want their daughter happy
  • veronica goes to football games to watch heather cheer, she always brings hUGE signs with lots of hearts and heather always picks her out in the crowd. she gives 0 fucks about the actual football game and screams only whenever heather does something and heather blows kisses from across the field
  • one day after a football game someone comes up to heather and asks “why is veronica sawyer so obsessed with you?” and heather just looks them dead in the eye and says “we’re dating” and it seems like within the hour the entire school knows but it’s like totally whatever because everyone is still kind of terrified of veronica after everything that happened
  • heather duke makes fun of them for dating but veronica just tells her to shut up and kisses heather mac in front of her
  • they become the power couple of the school and a lot of people think they’re super cute. they sit at lunch with their arms draped over each other with 0 fucks to give
  • heather drags veronica around shopping which isnt veronica’s thing but she goes for her gf. veronica wanders off and comes back with stuff from the kids section and says it would fit better bc she’s always teasing heather for being so tiny
  • when they watch horror movies heather spends most of the movie with her face buried into veronica’s neck
  • heather makes veronica watch all of the rom coms and she always tears up and gets the sniffles bc “it’s so romantic” while veronica’s scoffing at the cheesiness and how all the movies are about heterosexuals
  • heather doesn’t talk about it but she constantly thinks about how veronica could dEFINITELY pick her up at their wedding and carry her bridal style
  • veronica buys an engagement ring for heather from her own parents
  • she goes in there and is like “i’d like to buy an engagement ring. can you bless me? i mean. can i have your blessing to buy an engagement ring? for your child. your child heather, that child. your daughter. i want to buy an engagement ring to give to yoUR DAUGHTER. I want to marry your daughter please” and she is extremely flustered
  • she has to make sure her parents dont tell heather (when heather has been worrying to her parents that veronica didnt want to marry her and would nEVER propose)
  • and heather’s parents get so excited and they’re like showing her the most expensive rings bc they want a nice one for their daughter and veronica’s getting visibly more and more uncomfortable as the prices go higher
  • they’re like “what’s wrong dear” and she just gets really flustered and is like “these aren’t really…. in my price range”
  • heather’s parents offer to pay but veronica is super stubborn and insists on paying herself so she gets a beautiful and simple ring but heather’s parents still give her a “friends and family discount" 
  • when she proposes she makes sure it’s romantic bc heather is such a hopeless romantic but it’s also simple and perfect and heather nearly faints
  • and heather like gets so excited that she like makes out with veronica for a minute after pulling her to her feet (bc she made sure to get on one knee) and then immediately starts planning like “it should be a spring wedding. who will we invite?! OH MAN I HAVE TO CALL MY MOM” but she totes forgets to actually say yes and veronica just stops her and is asks “so that’s a yes then?” and she’s all teary and happy and heather is like “oF COURSE YES. I’VE BEEN PLANNING OUR WEDDING IN MY HEAD FOR YEARS. I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER PROPOSE”
  • and heather keeps going on and on about the wedding and how she’s been looking at wedding dresses for aGES and veronica’s like "oh i’d love to see them” and heather gasps and says no bc they’re not allowed to see each other’s wedding dresses (potential or not) until the day of and veronica goes “i thought i just wasnt allowed to see you in it?” and heather just hushes her and says it will be a surprise
  • veronica is totally noT allowed to help with wedding planning also bc she’ll just be like “I don’t know I wanted something small and simple?” and heather is like “no shh babe you don’t get it I’ve dreamt about my wedding since I was like six years old”
  • they both cry when they first see each other at the wedding, heather is all teary walking down the isle just from seeing veronica on the other end
  • they write their own vows and in heather’s she says “with you, i am a gameshow host” and at the end she really quietly goes “thanks for coming after me”


@c2ndy2c1d jack and johnny watching a scary movie

YOU GOT IT BABE. I have this weird au headcanon that Jack went back to the past–but only to Johnny’s timeline, and he’s stuck there. So I ran with it. Sidenote that I know it’s canon that Johnny is “afraid of very little save for clowns” but for my purposes he get spooked by anything “scary”

There was a strange sense of exhaustion weighing heavily over Jack’s shoulders as he stepped through the threshold of his and Johnny’s small apartment. 

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anonymous asked:

Akashi, Midorima, Kise, Aomine, Nijimura, Himuro, and Imayoshi domestic headcanons with their married!S/O?


  • He gets super giddy whenever he calls out “Honey, I’m home!” because it’s so cliché and he knows it makes you all blushy and he just loves it
  • Will attempt to cook for your anniversary, burn down the kitchen, call the chef to fix something up, get an entirely new kitchen, and be “Happy anniversary, sweetheart” as if he didn’t just replace the entire kitchen
  • Super awkward around kids at first, tries to be cool about it, but he’s actually reading up on a dozen manuals on how to change a single diaper


  • 10/10 will not do any of the cleaning around the house until you nag him or threaten to divorce his ass
  • Still loves to cuddle with you and have sex on the kitchen table 23434 years into the marriage because “we have to keep the flame alive, baby”
  • Although he acts all #cool and #composed around the baby and acts as if it came naturally to him (and you believed him for a little while), until you saw him watching tutorials online on how to get babies to like him


  • CHILL AF HUSBAND, like you’ll tell him to do something around the house, asking for help and he’s like, “oh i did that yesterday, do you need me to do anything else?” aka the true blessing™
  • Will take you out on date nights at least once a week, be the best kind of gentleman who will treat yo ass right 
  • But tbh he still loves pranking you so you’ll end up sitting on a whoopie cushion one too many times during your marriage


  • sex sex sex Like Aomine, he’d still be down to try out new things with you, even when you’re feeling a little insecure about being older and such
  • Always knows when you’re tired, he’s some kind of freaking psychic, and will always bring home your favorite takeout and movies during those days and give you massages and just be the perfect husband
  • Fights with him aren’t as frequent because he tries to be level-headed about it and he somehow always knows the right things to say


  • Surprises you with the best things you can imagine aka lots of makeup samples from his shoots, a puppy, a dinner date at the best restaurants, carpet sex, and lots of kisses (always)
  • He helps you wash the dishes every night and thinks of it as bonding and will always snuggle up to you “why is this so fun to you” “because you’re stuck standing next to me for at least twenty minutes”
  • “kise we are noT MAKING ANOTHER BABY” “but i want—”


  • Diapers are the bane of his existence. Literally, who in the world thought it was a good idea to make these? Why couldn’t they just strap on diapers with suspenders
  • Is actually a really good cook and on the days he’s back early, he’d be more than happy to whip up a good meal 
  • Can’t do laundry for the life of him, too many of your shirts have turned brown from white. “I might’ve spilled coffee beans in there.” “Why did you have coffee beans.” “…………lucky item.”


  • Honest to God, would marry him again over and over because he’s the sweetest husband who’s always taking care of you; the kind of man who would pop by your workplace to drop off lunch or make sure you were taken care of
  • Keeps everything in the house so tidy (aside from the box of memories from teikō days); like the ult neat freaK BECAUSE HE WON’T EVEN LET YOU EAT ON THE COUCH
  • Has your wedding photo as his wallpaper to show off every time he switches on his phone “yes, that’s my wife” with the shyest smiles
Being Latinx/Hispanic and dating Tom Holland would include:

  • Meeting while you were off in college in Los Angeles pursuing your degree
  • Tom always being invited by your mom for family dinners and always having to take leftovers home because there’s always too much food 
  • Your parents immediately warming up to Tom after you’ve talked about him so many times
  • Tom and your dad enjoying a beer as they chat about what they’ve been up to 
  • Tom taking Spanish classes online to surprise you when he next sees you again on a break 
  • Tom telling you to speak to him in Spanish so he can learn from you
  • Going to his first quinceañera and being in awe of the entire celebration 
  • Tom learning how to dance from your mom at family parties  
  • Cuddling in bed as your guys watch your favorite movies and TV shows
  • Tom admiring your figure, no matter how insecure you might feel at times
  • Giving Tom pet names like “mi amor” and he always tells you to repeat it because he loves how you say it 
  • Tom being there to hold your hand when your family members ask “¿Y el novio?” so they know you have a man
  • Sharing pastelitos, flan, dulce de leche, and other pastries with Tom and him enjoying every single bite
  • Tom understanding that your family is crazy, but he loves them as much as you do 
  • Tom starting to say “mi amor” to you because you’re his for the rest of his life 
  • You and Tom inviting Harrison to his first family party and Tom teaching him everything and showing him new foods 
  • You and Tom cooking your grandmother’s famous recipes 
  • You and Tom visiting your home country during the summer and showing him around the city 
  • Tom absolutely falling in love with you that he proposes to you in Spanish flawlessly with your family present, and finding out he had gone to your mom for help on his proposal speech

Diana Prince is a Hufflepuff. She is hardworking, loyal and determined. She fights for what is right and is driven by her love and support for all around her. Diana is practical and full of compassion, she is passionate and good-hearted. Everything about her screams Hufflepuff to me, I can understand why people see her as Gryffindor or Ravenclaw but for me she will always be a Hufflepuff. Plus her love for ice-cream would bode well with sleeping near the kitchens.

Reference? Nice. Stealing? Nope.

I just felt like writing this because I’ve seen it happening quite a lot in many places lately, and I’ve been through that myself not so long ago.

Many talented artists use references to practice and bring their ideas to life, may it be photos of real models to reproduce a pose, historical concepts, movies or TV shows, books, etc.
References are great - I always feel like I need to practice more and more each passing day. They are basically essential for my training as an artist. They helped me a lot in the past and I’m sure they will continue to do so in the future. So what is this all about exactly?

The answer is simple: references are important, but the real problem appears when artists decide to copy another artist, and without crediting!

Think about it. You spend days working on a specific design, you share it with your audience and people like it… yay! But then, all of a sudden, someone arrives and grabs your idea, changes one small detail or two to add more “originality” and then posts the work without even crediting you for the original concept. That’s not very nice of them, is it?

This is not talent, it’s stealing. You could at least contact the person first, ask them if you can use their art as an inspiration for a new piece, offer to give full credits and even link the original image as soon as you’re done. But no, apparently it’s way too complicated! Because crediting the source would force you to admit you have no ideas of your own. Oh my, such a shame!

Guys, stealing is wrong on so many levels and you don’t even realize that by doing this you’re discouraging other artists and pushing them away from what they truly love. I found myself thinking “why am I even doing this if people have to steal from me?” more than once in the past and I’ve seen talented people literally disappear from the net because they couldn’t bear the thought of being robbed and treated like their efforts do not count at all. It’s heartbreaking, it’s maddening, and it’s malicious.

If you value yourself as an artist/writer, then you should know better than to steal. Generate your own ideas from sources other than fellow artists’ work of the similar kind.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do a Preference on how Each of the boys (Mark,Tyler&Ethan) would act with a Plus size girlfriend?(:

well of course, honeybee! here we go!

If the reader was plus sized:


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Mark, seeing you look at yourself sadly in the mirror: (gif)

Mark likes to show you that he can pick you up, even though your plus size. He does it like it’s nothing. He’ll pick you up by the waist and twirl you around before setting you back down and kissing your forward. He makes the above face anytime he sees you looking down on yourself, or if you say something self deprecating. He gets so sad. He thinks your perfect, and that it’s not fair that you got stuck with such self hating thoughts. If you ever want to, he’ll always tag along with you to the gym, so you don’t feel too self conscious.


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Tyler (gif): I just … don’t like hearing you talk about yourself like that. Like, why do you feel that way when so many people think you’re beautiful?

Ty’s very big on body positivity, especially when it comes to you, because obviously, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. On the days when you’re feeling good about yourself, Tyler is all for it, showing you off to everyone. Regardless, he’s always proud of his girlfriend and how far you’ve come, because he loves you just as you are. When you’re not feeling so hot, it’s movie nights in with a big blanket and both of your favorite snacks, and comforting words in your ear, as well as worried ones, like the ones above.


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Ethan, seeing you messing with your stomach/arms/stretch marks/etc. (gif): Y/N, stop doing that.

Ethan knows a lot about bullying, mostly because of how scrawny he is, and a lot because of his acne. So whenever someone begins to make fun of you, or cyberbullies you on YouTube or other social media, he’ll immediately get angry, and either shoot them down or go on a rant about how people are the worst. You usually have to calm him down, and then he’ll tell you that you don’t deserve it and that there’s nothing wrong with you. He instantly gets sad when you hate on yourself, and shuts you down instantly.

anonymous asked:

omg imagine casually cuddling with Haz while watching tv like you always do and he accidentally randomly gets a boner and tries to hide it bc he knows that you are on your period lmao


The second he starts to feel a little excitement growing down under, he tries to ignore it, and for the most part it usually works. He’ll think about work, all the meetings he has lined up for him later in the week, and the promo for the movie that’s quickly approaching—but then he feels it.

Your butt that has been innocently resting against his stomach, has shimmied down slightly, and is now resting against…well, his penis.

The warmth coming from you feels great, he won’t lie, but he knows if he closes his eyes and thinks about puppies or old ladies, his little situation would probably go away in no time. And so what’s what he does.

Until you scoot closer to him—not that you weren’t close enough—and your body hits him with just the right amount of pressure he has to tighten his lips and silently pray you remain still for the remaining session of his cuddle. But the longer he tries to think about puppies and old ladies, the more pressure you’ve unknowingly put on him, and there’s no wishing for this much bigger situation to go away.

He slowly raises himself from the sofa, keeping you from falling back and waking yourself up, but the moment his feet land on the floor, your eyes open.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.” He looks disheveled. His eyes are wide open, and quickly peering from you, to the floor, to the obvious bulge in his—


“Need help there?” You quirk a smile, sitting up a bit, amused at his current situation.

“I’ll take care of it. Lay back down. I know you don’t feel well.”

“My vagina is what’s not feeling well. My mouth is fine.”

He has to stop himself from tripping over the rug as he turns back down to face you. You… you will be the death of him, he swears it.

Someone Else’s

Someone Else’s 
[Sometimes you just end up with the wrong person │ Changmo]

Changmo groaned, mumbling to himself. How did he even get himself in this situation? He was too nice for his own good sometimes. It was in the middle of the night, freezing cold, he had a studio session in the morning and here he was carrying your drunk ass home. He stopped to hike you up, adjusting you as you slid down his back. “You’re such a pain” he mumbled.

“Oppa~” you chimed against his ear. “I can flyyyyyyyy”

“You’re not flying.”

“Yes I am…” you pouted “Explain this then Weeeee~” you held out your arms in a superman pose. “I’m a superhero”

“Will you stop, you’re gonna fall!” he shot you a glare over his shoulder.

“You’ll just pick me up again. Won’t you Changmo?” The look of sincerity disarmed. You looked so damn vulnerable and he hated it. It wasn’t safe for you to be that open and that drunk. “Won’t you?” you asked again against his ear.

“Yeah…I will… I always do” he smiled feeling you relax on his back, you happily hummed one of his songs while playing with the lapel of his jacket.

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Nostalgia Runs Deep

i rewrote lance’s part in the mall episode of season 2 because i have a hard time believing lance homesick as fuck mcclain wouldn’t get at least nostalgic upon finding all that earth stuff.

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Lance stood outside of the store, staring at it in awe. It was… a strange feeling… To be standing here, inside a mall, something part of him honestly thought he would never get to see again.. in front of a store with a bunch of items from earth, something part of him honestly expected to never see again at this point. What his exact feeling overall was, he couldn’t tell, because he was consumed with many feelings: nostalgia, a hint of sadness and hope, and a bit of curiosity and shock. He also felt… Happiness. He was happy to see something like this. Happy to see something that felt even just a little like… Home.

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My Light In the Darkness

Word Count: 1239

Warnings: Depression, Self Harm (might be triggering), Cursing,

A/N: this could actually be triggering, so please my babies, read at your own risk! Alrighty now listen up, this was kind of hard for me to write. It’s hits a little too close to home on some topics, but I’m a tough ass bitch and I know you guys are too, so if you’re having problems and you’re going through some shit,  and things just seem like it’s not going to get any better, just know it does. And if you ever need a friend to talk to, bitch I got you. I don’t bite, I may be ginger but I’ve got some kind of a soul so I’ll be nice. Alright? Cool cool. Much love ️

Requested: if it’s not too graphic or triggering, could you write an imagine where Juggie finds out that “y/n” self harms and is suicidal

    Y/N didn’t know when the suicidal thoughts started, at some point in the shit show that was her life they just kind of appeared. They were like an itch she couldn’t scratch, a small tiny voice she couldn’t shut up. They were exhausting, just trying to fight them took up much of her energy and strength. No one knew she had them though, she didn’t feel it was important to share. Truth be told she was scared to tell anyone. If there was one person in this world she would ever trust with this information though, it would be her boyfriend, Jughead Jones. But even then, she felt like it would be a burden to place that information on him, a worry he didn’t need, so she kept it to herself.

    After awhile, the thoughts just made her feel numb and Y/N hated it. She wanted to feel something, anything. She started cutting, small cuts at first and very few of them, just so she could feel something. So she could be the one to control any pain she felt in that moment. She had control of her life, her body in that moment, it was almost like a high. But like most highs, she fell down, and small cuts became bigger and the few became many. It wasn’t so much about control anymore to her either, she started to feel like she deserved the pain. Sadly and silently, she suffered alone in her room at night, tears on her pillow and razors to her skin.

    Jughead recently had started to notice that she seemed off, she wore a lot of long sleeved shirts, and anytime they hung out watching movies or cuddled in her bed, she never wore her shorts anymore. Jughead was confused, because Y/N always hated long sleeved shirts and pants. She’d always claim they were ‘too restricting’, which would make him laugh.  He tried asking about it, but she immediately wrote it off and shut down, unlike anything he’d ever seen before. His thoughts turned to the worst, and he was scared.

    Jughead had known for a long time her home life was shitty, and he did his absolute best to be there with her anytime she was home. And when he wasn’t, he was worried sick. It was constant yelling and fighting from everyone in the family, and Y/N would often go into her room and lay in bed to try to distract herself. He knew it was real bad when one night she called him saying she couldn’t go to sleep, because the yelling had become her lullaby and the house was quiet.

    Jughead decided tonight he would surprise her at her house, give her cheering up she had been needing. He got burgers and fries from Pops, popcorn and candy from the store, a few of her favourite movies, and a blanket he owned that she loved so much that she tried to steal a few times.

    Walking up to her house, he saw that  her parents car was gone, and he tried the front door to find it unlocked. He quietly crept inside, locking the door behind him because he knew her parents would appreciate that, and made his way upstairs. Y/Ns door was cracked open, and Jughead could have sworn he heard sniffling. Quietly, he tip toed to her door and peered in. He saw Y/N sitting on her bed, a razor to her wrist and she cut. He watched as she cried and the blood dripped down her arm.

    “Y/N!” He yelled, busting through the door and running to her. He ripped the razor out of her hand as carefully as he could and grabbed her face to look at him. “Are you crazy? What are you doing?!” he yelled, but she just continued to cry. Running to the bathroom, he found the first aid kit under the sink and ran back into the room. He quickly cleaned the cuts, and dressed them, all the while mumbling things like 'you’re never doing this again.’ and 'why would you do this?’ When he was finished, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing Y/N, but she wouldn’t look at him.

    “Please look at me.” he begged, but she just shook her head, quietly crying. “How long have you been doing that?” he asked quietly, reaching for her arm that was now bandaged.

    “A month or so.” she whispered. Jughead took hold of her wrists and kissed both of them.

    “Don’t ever do that again.” he said sternly, but quietly. “Listen to me, I know this shit is tough, and I know life is unfair and the shit you’re going through right now seems like it won’t ever end, but trust me, there is a light at the end of your tunnel, Y/N. I need you to realize that these cuts do nothing for you. All they do is hurt your body, they cannot fix the pain you feel on the inside, they cannot stop your problems from fucking up your life, all they do is make you bleed and leave you with scars that will do nothing but remind you of the bad times. When you’re older, and you’ve got your life figured out, and you’re finally happy and out of the situation you’re in now, do you really want to look at your wrists and be reminded of your pain? You can’t move on if your constantly reminded of it.” he said, brushing her hair behind her ears. Y/N shook her head, tears falling and staining the bed sheets.

    “You don’t understand Juggie-”

    “You’re right, I don’t understand. I can never go through what you go through, but that doesn’t mean I can’t try to understand, try to help you. And I’m telling you right now that this…” Jughead held up her wrists in front of her face. “Is not helping.” Y/N dropped her arms and leaned into Jughead, and he wrapped his arms around her tight.

    “Talk to me Y/N! Talk to somebody, just please, leave your beautiful body alone.” he begged, squeezing her tight.

    “I promise.” she sobbed, and Jughead kissed the top of her head. He got up and threw the blanket at Y/N, and grabbed the snacks and movies. Y/N giggled as she wrapped the blanket around herself.

    “You brought my favourite blanket.” she said, sniffling and smiling.

    “I did. And your favourite movies, candy, and burgers.” Jughead smiled, setting the movie up on his laptop.

    “Thank you.” She said, leaning over and kissing Jughead on the cheek. “I’m gonna steal this blanket someday, Jones.” she giggled, and Jughead rolled his eyes.

    “Tell you what, in 2 years when we both move out, I’ll propose and we’ll move in together. Anywhere in the world, just you and me, no family problems, no dumb ass school, and we’ll share the blanket.” he said, leaning back on the headboard and pulling Y/N into him.

    “Deal.” Y/N said, snuggling into Jughead. For the rest of the night, Jughead ate and snuggled with Y/N, and when she fell asleep on him, he didn’t dare to move. He slept easy that night, knowings she was safe.

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mrgulogulo  asked:

I was doing some research for a paper about scientology and I started to wonder. How does L. Ron's books hold up against his contemporaries.

I hate to say this, because L. Ron Hubbard is a monster who created a horrible cult responsible for ruining people’s lives, but…as a pulp writer, he wasn’t half bad. I would love to hate him, but his stuff is not unreadable dreck, and a lot of it are brainbending great reads and adventure yarns. A lot of the pulp scifi of the time was about square jawed wisecracking engineers who are always drinking booze and are traditionally heroic, but Hubbard’s pulp era output tended to be about neurotics, nervous everymen who show fear and who get wrapped up in situations they don’t entirely understand, kind of like Alfred Hitchcock’s characters in movies like North by Northwest. Like many nervous people, he was fascinated by post-apocalyptic scenarios.

I hate armchair psychoanalysis, but I find that fascinating. A lot of people in Hubbard’s organization say that Hubbard would constantly use the e-meter on himself for auditing, and the feeling I get is that he wasn’t so much a scam artist as much as he was someone who believed his own scam.

“Typewriter in the Sky” was a Philip K. Dick story before Philip K. Dick, switching between a neurotic pianist in modern day and a pirate story a friend of his is writing, and the characters in the story hear typewriter clacking and reality changes every time the story is revised. The inability to tell between fantasy and reality and passing between two worlds are major themes of Hubbard’s (considering his life’s story, that’s kind of fascinating), and you see it again in his horror novel Fear where it’s not clear if a man fascinated by witches and demons is actually seeing witches and demons, or if he’s hallucinating another horrible nightmare world. Another one that dealt with these themes is “Slaves of Sleep,” an Arabian Nights fantasy where a modern day guy who lives with his Aunt travels to an Arabian Nights world whenever he falls asleep thanks to a genie’s curse, and meets a Queen of the Ifrits.

If I have a critique of most histories of Hubbard and Scientology, it’s that they don’t see Dianetics as an extension of scifi fandom, and they don’t analyze the context that produced Hubbard. The thing that you have to remember about a lot of science fiction fandom of the 1940s and 1950s is, it was kind of like InfoWars, with a lot of people who have very fringe beliefs who were selling things that didn’t work. An example would be how John W. Campbell, editor of Astounding Science Fiction (and Hubbard’s good friend), who stuck his neck out and pushed fandom on something called the Dean Drive, a reactionless thruster that ended up not working.

Dianetics is the other ultimate example of this; it was originally published in Astounding (with a monster on the cover!) and it was one of fandom’s great controversies gone over and over in letters pages and fanzines, with some who believed it’s the best thing since sliced bread and others who found the whole thing malarkey; basically, Dianetics was the GamerGate of its time (and might have been even worse, considering how it all ultimately turned out). And then you had the Shaver Mystery, which I’ve heard people describe as a “malformed twin to UFO hysteria that died in the womb,” and which is too insane to possibly summarize.

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Summary: How Charles got his plants in Logan.

“Logan, he needs a hobby. He may be senile but—“

“Don’t you ever call him that. That’s the Professor you’re talking about. He has one of the strongest minds in the world.”

“That might have been, once. But now? You can’t possibly believe that he’s anything but half mad anymore. Even when he takes his pills, he’s half mad and only a quarter coherent. Maybe you don’t notice, but I can’t help but to. I spend most of the day with him, Logan.”

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I need more creampuffs in my life

By which i mean i’m a Hollstein trash and i always have been😍 , but i don’t have that many Carmilla / Hollstein / Natlise trash friends with who i can fangirl over the up coming movie, clexacon, fanfiction, Elise’s abs, Natasha’s eyebrows or that fact that they are both huge dorks, you feel me? 😂
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Jackson Imagine - Period Comfort

A/N - This one’s for the lovely anon who requested~ Perfect timing too since another anon did ask about other imagines where a member comforts their girlfriend who’s on their period after reading the Bambam one. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Hi can you do a Jackson x reader where the reader is on there period and there BFF is being rude and Jackson comes in a makes it all better!!! Please and thank you! 😍

Jackson walked into your apartment, arms full of food and dvds. He had come straight over after reading the texts from you complaining about your period because what else are best friends for? He knew you got pretty emotional and had bad cramps so was always prepared for a text from you begging for sympathy. Lucky for you, Jackson was always happy to comfort you and let you unleash your emotions on him. When he found you sat in your room, the tv playing reruns of an old sitcom, Jackson immediately began to shout.
“Come on! Open the curtains and let in some light! No point moping around all day.”
“I like moping around. Especially when I’m bleeding for 4 days straight.”
“I know you do. And everytime I come over you always end up feeling better after getting out of bed and doing something.”
“Well not today, thank you very much. Now give me the food, Jackson. I’m craving those really nice biscuits you always bring.”
“Fine, have them. But you’re not staying in bed all day,” he said, teasingly.
“Watch me. Now shut up, sit down and watch this show with me,” you said as you leant forward to pull him onto your bed.

Jackson fell on top of you, the both of you laughing uncontrollably.
“Ah, Jackson get off! You’re squashing me!”
“Nope! This is what you get for staying in bed, (Y/N)!”
“Oh my god I hate you, Jackson. Why the hell am I friends with you?”
“You know you love me, (Y/N).”
“Yeah I’d love you more if you got off me though,” you said as you pushed Jackson from on top of you, making him roll onto the mattress beside you. The both of you had tears forming in your eyes from laughing so much.
“See? My presence has already improved your mood and I’ve only been here for 10 minutes!”
“Ah, shush.”
“You know it’s true, (Y/N)~”
“Whatever you say, Jackson.”
“Then you’re admitting I’m right.”
“I’m just trying to get you to be quiet so I can watch this show.”
“No, you’re agreeing with me, aren’t you? I knew you loved me too much.”
“Whatever gets you through the day, Jackson.”
“See! You’re only pretending I didn’t help. You know that I did!”
“Okay, Jackson.”

You continued to bicker back and forth, knowing it was all out of love. Your friendship had always been full of teasing little fights that were never at all serious. And it did help to boost your mood. Jackson’s laugh could always make you smile since he was your closest friend, after all. For the rest of the day, you both ate as many snacks as you could, laughing together as you watched your favourite movies. It helped to forget about everything and just have fun with your best friend. You really loved and cared about Jackson. He was just so precious to you and could always comfort you exactly when you needed it. He was the best medicine and always made you feel better.


Q: How does it affect you when people consider you a sex symbol?

River: To be honest, I really don’t think about it. We moved out of Los Angeles to Central Florida and its really nice to get away from the publicity parties - not that I ever went; even in town, I was always an outsider. I didn’t hang out with the movie star crowd. It’s just so phoney and unreal and pretentious. I never fit in anyway… I guess I could play the role, but it doesn’t appeal to me. When you ask what it does to my ego, I feel lucky that I don’t think like that. I don’t fantasize about them fantasizing about me. I don’t even know that they do. The only thing that reminds me are the fan letters that I get and I get so many of them that I can’t answer them; my aunt’s started a fan service. Sometimes when I walk into a local store to get a bottle of orange juice and see myself on the cover of a teen magazine, I open it out of curiosity and cringe - what they write about me is so scary, so eerie and unreal. They just strip you of your originality. The sex symbol - that’s what they’re after and that’s what they try to build around you.

[River on an interview for Sky Magazine, July 1989].

With You By My Side - Eight

A/N: Closing in on the end here people. Just two more parts after this. Betaed by the wonderful @thorne93.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared

Warnings: Fluff with a side of angst. 

Wordcount: 1842

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Because Jensen had to go back to Vancouver just a week after your wedding, you didn’t get a chance to go on a honeymoon. Not that you minded, it was nice just to be able to be with each other, to enjoy each other’s company for as long as you could before he was going back to work. You had also made a deal not to talk about your cancer until you got the results back from Germany, which would happen two weeks after filming started back up. Jensen had already arranged it so he could come with you.

“I want to ask you something,” Jensen said as the two of you lay in bed, stalling for as long as possible before you had to get up. “You can say no if you want.”

“You know I can’t say no to you,” you teased. “Shoot.”

“Do you want to maybe come with me to Vancouver? I just hate the thought of being without you.”

“Of course I’ll come. I’ll start packing when I get home tonight,” you said excitedly. You had wanted to go with him, but you knew how busy he was when filming and you didn’t want to impose.

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