these are too fast


“Try it again,“ I said.
 "Kiss me.”
“No,” he said.
“Kiss me.”
“No,” And then he smiled. “You kiss me.”
 I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.”

 ― Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Hey, happy belated valentine’s day. have some asadais 
i was quite busy to post this on time and to aswer to requests but i managed some time (being me not having internet for a day) to finish this. 
I´m not good at drawing comics but better try and fail than do nothing.

This Dance

Prompt: “Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

A/N: I saw this prompt on Pinterest and I really wanted to write an angsty but sweet Jughead imagine, so here ya go! (Know that requests will be opening up soon again, but not quite yet. So please don’t send me any requests.)

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Warnings: angst. hurt/comfort.

Originally posted by alinok

Your head was pounding, constant voices filled your thoughts and you felt as if you couldn’t think. You couldn’t take this. It was too much, too fast. 

“Listen to your mother, Y/N.” Your mother, Alison Cooper demanded at you. Her voice becoming too loud and too demanding for you too process. This was too much. Where was Betty? Why did you have to be born from her, who spent her whole life trying to break you into submission. You were having a panic attack. This was bad.

It had never been quite this bad before.

“I am trying to!” You screamed despite yourself. Swallowing down the tears, you stared your mother in the eyes. You needed to get out. This was bad. “I can’t do this anymore mom. Please.” You tired pleading, trying to find (even if it was just a sliver) the small part of your mother that did care. That did realize that you were not Betty and you most definitely were not Polly. 

“No, Y/N. I won’t allow you to do this too yourself. You’re much too young to be keeping these secrets from me.” She explained, staring at you with that look that sent shivers down your spine. She was cracking, but in the process she was trying to break you. And you were holding on to whatever little bit of your strength you did have left, before you did break.

“Keep what secrets mom?” You asked, your voice raising as you tried to blink back the tears.

“That boy is a menace, and I will not have you hanging around such a troubled boy.” You sobbed against your hand, your hands shaking and smacking against your face as you felt yourself weakening.

“He isn’t!” You denied.

“He is.” You looked your mother in the eye, you could see it. She thought she was gaining dominance. She thought she was winning. This was bad. Grabbing your bag that was set on your bed, you wiped your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you had been crying pathetically and storming past your mother. You didn’t make it far before she grabbed your arm, halting your movements.

“I’m leaving mom. And I don’t know when i’ll be back.” Your voice came out in a whisper, and you fought against yourself to not just crack then and there.

“You will not.” Your mother shook her head, turning to stare at you with a crazed.

“I am. I don’t know when i’ll be back and truthfully i don’t want to be back. Soon enough mom, you need to learn that I am not Betty and I am not Polly. You can not break me into submission.” You ripped your arm from her grasp, pushing from her as you made your way down the stairs. Your father stood by the kitchen, tears in his eyes and a look that begged you not to leave but all you did was shake your head.

When your hand grabbed the door knob, you felt the patter of heavy footsteps. “It’s in your blood. You can’t escape this. You won’t escape me.” Your mother threatened and you turned, looking at her with no emotion. You said nothing but open the door and walking out, slamming it behind you.

You wondered, your feet taking you wherever they wanted as you sobbed. You didn’t exactly know why you were crying, just that it felt oddly nice. It felt like everything had been trapped within you and crying allowed you to let it all out. It felt nice. You felt relaxed. You barely noticed the fact that it was the middle of the night and you were alone, without a place to stay and only your backpack with you.

But you continued to walk. It felt like forever but probably was only twenty minutes before you feet stopped and looking up you found yourself at the Twilight Drive-In. You smiled, despite the tears that stained your face and the way your body shook in sorrow.

You stood at the gate, staring at the big white screen and laughing. There was a movie playing, which meant he was here.

“Y/N?” Turning, you smiled even wider at the sight of Jughead. His hair was disheveled and you could just faintly see his eyes that glowed in the darkness. 

“Hi, Juggie.” You waved, smiling at him brightly.

His eyes looked concerned, or at least you guessed from what you could see. “Y/N? What are you doing here? In the middle of the night?”

You were suddenly reminded of what had happened only a short while ago and with a sad smile, you looked at the ground, twisting your shoe into the dirt. “Ran away from home.” Was all you said, laughing at your own words. You’d known Jughead forever, and you guessed that was why your feet took you here. Yes you knew of his current home life, he had stayed over at your house many of times… which was why your mother had been so mad.

“Oh, Y/N… did she..?” You nodded, already knowing what he was asking. Jughead walked towards you, stopping just short of touching you with his chest. And with a shaky breath, you looked up at him. 

There was only love in his eyes, which comforted you. He was the only one who loved you for who you were, and that made you love him even more. He never judged you for your mother, he never called you crazy or expected you to be perfect like everyone else seemed to. He only asked you to be you.

You stared into his eyes, shined with wetness as he looked down at you. You heard music start to play in the background, your favourite song and you faintly realized that Jughead had been playing your favourite movie. You looked back over to him smiling, and he opened his mouth to speak but you only shook your head. 

You crossed the short distance between you two, allowing your head to fall against his chest and his hands landed on your hips. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist,” you pleaded. And after that, there was no going back.

You felt him faintly nod and though he didn’t like dancing, he took the first steps, moving you backwards as you guys began to slow dance. You rejoiced in the feeling, loving the warmth spread through you. You felt safe. You felt calm. And for a moment you forgot everything about your mom, about Betty, about Polly, about everything and focused on the way Jughead held you with such grace and carefulness.

Faintly, you felt yourself crying again. And when the song was over, you pulled back, looking up at him. “Why me?”

And he didn’t need to ask to know what you were talking about. “Because you saw me when I was invisible.” And that was enough for you. Because he loved you because he knew you weren’t perfect and neither was here.

anonymous asked:

once two customers complained because their food came out too fast. TOO FAST! i explained that we weren't busy. but still. wtf

My grandma did that when I was under 10 so a LONG time ago. I always wondered what made my mom mad and never go out to lunch with her anymore. It wasn’t till I was older and I asked why that my mom told me it was incredibly rude. Yet my great aunt sticking her thumb in the soup and sending it back if not hot enough was ok. My family was weird.


i had a queued post that posted last night of levi in a fkn SS uniform which I didn’t realise whenever I’d queued it but I deleted it asap once a couple of you pointed that out to me (and thank you for that oml) but yeah no ty needless to say blocked and deLETED

anonymous asked:

Just wanted to let you know that once, I was scrolling down my dash too fast, a pair of your posts kind of blurred together, and for a moment, I thought you made a post about why Elizabeth Midford might be the One Eyed King.

….I actually meant to write that post long ago ‘cause it makes perfect sense so thanks for reminding me because it is 100% an accurate thought of mine. 

I mean look at what happened during Kuro ch116/117 Anon…

Lizzie revealed she actually was a ghoul thanks to Bravat being Kanou’s equivalent in England and doing the ghoulification operation on her so she could become even stronger in order to protect Ciel (and that’s why Bravat needs all this blood, to feed his new OEGs).

And in fact, it is also one of my beliefs that Kaneki’s dad (you know, the one who died long ago) is Tanaka, because the physical resemblance is on point…

 …Tanaka, who seemingly was chased away by the CCG and somehow arrived in England some time between 1850 and 1875, leaving Kaneki with his abusive mom back in 2000-ish. 
And since Tanaka is basically Lizzie’s grandpa ‘cause he half raised Vincent and Frances after Claudia’s death, that definitely explains why Lizzie might become the next One Eyed King once Kaneki will realize that he should scram away from this business.

Thus have the Queen leading the rebellion…

while Eto wonders what exactly happened to Kaneki. 

Yep. Makes perfect sense. 100% the most accurate post I’ve ever written. 👍

………..By the way, did I also ever mention that I have the strongest feeling about Undertaker, Uta and Mephisto Pheles being actually the same character all along? 
Yep. They’re all Johan Liebert from Urasawa Naoki’s Monster who, during psychotic breakdowns, becomes Griffith/Femto from Berserk.  👍 👍

translation of regret

I hold temptation against a wall and his 

breath is a warm stomach of the first 

time I tried whiskey.  Too fast. 

                      My body, then, on a 

mattress, pretending

the world was not spinning.

A boy with a fang tooth mind

                     said he still loved me. 

So, the wolves howled in

the sunlight and I

squinted at anything reflective

while looking for myself.

                        A ray of light

pierced where my mouth should

have been. All I could

see was another arm reaching out

                   to the dogs on chains losing

their teeth. They still bite, but 

their growl is lopsided and 

I decided that I had not felt enough pain. I fall asleep

                    and the world is spinning like the combination of

whiskey and his mind, shaken- 

not stirred. I take the 

teeth out of his mouth

                   and he steps closer.

Falling asleep on Tara would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Awwww Tara :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)

-Her being surprised to feel your head drop on her shoulder and having the reflex to turn to look over

-Her staring at you with wide eyes for a moment and thinking as to what she should be doing

-Her subconsciously making you comfortable by placing her shoulder perfectly to your head

-Her chuckling to hear your little snore, only to get caught by someone passing by and awkwardly explaining to them that you made her laugh

-Her asking you if you would want her to wrap an arm around, despite knowing you won’t answer and just ending up doing it

-Her clearing her throat whenever people talk around too loudly or whenever the person driving drives too fast

-Her fanning you with her hand whenever she notices you sweating in your sleep or when she knows it way too hot

-Her not knowing what to do when she sees you drooling and just staring at you for a while before awkwardly closing your mouth

-Her deciding to let you sleep in her lap instead knowing it’ll be more comfortable

-Her stroking your hair for a moment and just smiling to see you so peaceful

Today’s monoprint

I did a second version - bigger, more careful, more deliberate. It was more informative about some of the physical facts of the place, but in all, unconvincing. I worked from a photo taken somewhere in upstate New York in midwinter. The photo was a little blurred by the speed of the train, and I think the rough execution of this preliminary exercise caught the desolate nowhereness better - it’s one of those places the trains mostly don’t stop any more. If it had a name on it, we went past too fast to read it.


“When I have time, yeah!
Sure, they can be annoying and ramble on and on until your ear falls off, and drag on the conversation until you feel like you’re trapped, but they’re fun to be around! Dad usually takes that time to check on how I am health-wise, and see if I need a new arm or something to replace one that’s rotting too fast.”

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend some dark long fics you -!get into really fast!-? Well written, maybe during the war, not too ooc?

Hello! Let’s see we have all kinds of dark fics in the tags. For everyone who hasn’t already looked just check it out here!

tags>genre>Dark/Dark fics

Here are a couple you might be interested in. We’re starting off with the smallest chapter to one with the longest (50 chapters)

Cold Side of the Moon by RZZMG- M, 10 chapters, complete

Released from Azkaban & tossed into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione Granger must escape the predators & survive for 8 days to earn her freedom. She doesn’t expect to make it knowing Werewolf!Draco Malfoy is somewhere in the forest, too, just waiting for the next victim of The Games to arrive. Dramione. 2013 HP-Darkarts Fest entry. Nom’d HPFanficFanPollAwards-Best Dark Fic. COMPLETE!

Utterly Despicable by camnz- M, 24 chapter, complete

The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

Covered in Crimson by cklls- M, 31 chapters, complete

Nom-Best Multi-Chap-Deathly Hallows Awards - Dec 2010. Draco awakens in an unfamiliar place, having committed an unspeakable crime, with no wand, and no memory of how he got there. Will he save her from death, or will he be the coward he’s always been?

Consequences and Complexities by cklls- M, 33 chapters, complete

Sequel to Covered in Crimson. It really wasn’t his fault, but there were consequences to his actions. They would be dealing with the results for the rest of their lives. What does the future hold for Hermione? And how will Draco deal with what he’s done?

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina- M, 50 chapters, complete

Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. “I don’t even especially mind belonging to you most of the time,” he closes his eyes and just breathes for a bit, savoring not being in pain. Finally he adds, “Just… try to take better care of your toys.” Dark Dramione. COMPLETE 

- Wynken 

anonymous asked:

I've read your post too fast and thought it said "Another day of just being nazi!" it's been crazy lately huh, i just wanna sleep without being worried about how Jack and Felix are doing ;-;

Yeah i understand….

The Stories of Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride

Observable Story

Everyone and everything wants to stop our wild ride, but we’re too fast, too furious.

The ride entrusts us with a motorcar. Nothing–not citizens, infrastructure, the law, or even an oncoming train can stop us. Only after the hordes of Hell threaten us and the ride returns us safely to Toad Hall do we stop.

Experiential Story

We want a carefree lifestyle, but our actions have repercussions.

We take a wild ride. It leads us through a downward spiral of property damage and public endangerment that results in our death. Once we’re threatened by an eternity of literal hellfire, we take it down a notch.