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Hair ties // Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by deryhana

Summary: Draco takes an interest in a Muggle-born reader, whose hair ties seem to always snap when she tries to put her hair up.


Draco Malfoy sat at the very far corner of the library, pretending to be immersed in his copy of Unfogging the Future as the other students around him worked on their homework or simply read for fun. Truth was, he couldn’t care less about Divination or Professor Trelawney’s –he was there waiting for someone.

Someone who didn’t even dared glance his way.

And he was okay with that; he was a Slytherin (and a pureblood) while she was a Muggle-born. They would never cross paths, he was sure of that. Still, he had acquired a certain fascination of watching her study at the same table on Wednesdays. Even if he could never talk to her, he wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of her presence.

He buried his nose back into the boring book as soon as he saw (Y/N) walking in, heading for her usual spot just three tables away from him. After a couple of seconds of re-reading the same line over and over again, he dared to look up, finding the girl pulling out her books from her bag and placing them on the table along with a scroll of parchment. Draco then watched as she took out a small flask of black tint, and a quill. Soon enough, she was working, and he had to read his book once again. Or at least, pretend to.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed since her arrival, when Draco noticed a different motion coming from her, other that wasn’t the constant dipping of the quill in the flask or hurried scribbling. He watched intently as she seemed to pull something from her wrist, to then grab her hair and comb it with her fingers until it was up in a ponytail, held together by her hand. (Y/N) pulled on the hair tie that lay on her wrist, and began to twist in in her ponytail, passing the strands of soft hair through the loop.

Draco watched dumbfounded as her fingers moved quickly around the back of her head, until he was taken back to reality by a snap and a hiss. He watched as (Y/N) sucked on her finger before pulling out a thick string out of her hair. The hair tie had snapped.

Mumbling a few curses under her breath, she packed her things in her bag and, in no time, she was out of the library.

The blond boy closed his book and decided to leave as well.


A week later, Draco Malfoy walked around the big aisles of books the Library owned, fishing for a book that might spark his interest while he waited for (Y/N)’s arrival. Just as he passed the Invisibility Section, he heard a pair of footsteps approaching the girl’s usual spot. He quickly dragged a book out of the bookshelf and opened it, pretending to be immersed on its content. He peeked discretely, noticing that it indeed was (Y/N) who had just entered the room. She placed her bag on the wooden table and proceeded to pass her fingers through her hair, pulling it up into a bun. Then, she pulled a black hair tie from her wrist, and just as she twisted it for the first time…

Snap!

“Bloody hell!” she whispered, letting her hair fall back on her shoulders and taking her bag before stomping out of the library.

Draco huffed and closed his book angrily before stepping into the other aisle, in search for a useful book that might help him at the moment.


Two Wednesdays later, (Y/N) stepped into the library, carrying a heavy bag full of books and parchment next to her. She basically tossed it on the table, receiving a glare from Madam Pince, the librarian. (Y/N) pushed her bag aside and sat down, taking out her books and a large scroll of parchment. As she placed the quill on top of her open book, she searched on her wrist for a hair tie, noticing that she had forgotten to carry one.

A frustrated sigh left her lips, and she hopelessly introduced a hand to her bag, searching frantically for a hair tie and praying she had one with her. Just as she was about to give up, a paper swan flying in her direction caught her attention before it landed on her book, right in front of her. She glanced around, being too confused as to why the figure had been sent to her, or by whom. Carefully grabbing it, she opened the swan to find a small note written on its inside, along with a circular, black rubber.

A hair tie.

Examining the object curiously, she put it aside and began to read the note.

“The world might run out of hair ties because of you. To liberate you from your constant pain and bitterness, I gift this to you.

If you manage to break it, you’re a lost cause.

–Sincerely,

a fellow classmate.”

(Y/N) looked up and exanimated the room, trying to find the person who had sent her such gift. Seeing it was just Madame Pince and her, she focused once again in the hair tie, and pulled it. And she pulled, and pulled, and pulled. Amazed, she began to cut on the edge of it with the end of her quill, which was made of a sharp metal.

It didn’t break.

Happily, she began combing her hair upward, using her new hair tie, which was as unbreakable as the Unbreakable Vow, and then proceeded to open her book and dip her quill in tint.

There, hidden behind the Invisibility Section, stood a certain platinum blond boy, smiling proudly as he saw his plan had worked.

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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Okay but imagine Harry and Ginny moving into 12 Grimmauld Place. They’ve tried again to remove the portrait of Walburga Black but nothing’s worked so they just ignore it until it becomes part of their home life.

“Filth! Scum! Blood traitors!”

“Good morning to you too, Walburga.”

And her portrait settles down after a while but still has random outbursts and likes to wake them up very early with some Sunday pureblood propaganda.

And then James Sirius is born. Walburga sees Harry and Ginny enter the house and she’s about to scream bloody murder, until she notices the small bundle in Ginny’s arms. It’s the first time she’s completely quiet for an entire day.

She returns to her shouting and insulting, only is not really as loud as before, and she no longer does it during the night.

Months go by and one day Harry notices baby James crawling around the house and finding the portrait of Walburga. Harry’s about to freak out because imagine how terrifying a big, mean portrait can be for a baby, but then he can’t believe his eyes when all she does is stare at him. No shouting, no humiliating. James laughs himself silly when Walburga rolls her eyes at him.

This phenomenon continues and its highly interesting to Harry, Ginny, and anyone coming to their house. Apparently old Walburga doesn’t have the heart to insult a little baby to his face.

Although the complaining and screaming never fully goes away, the bad words stop as soon as James is learning how to talk.

A couple of years later, James is telling baby Albus all about Walburga.

“She’s tough as nails! Dad and other Aurors tried to remove her many times but couldn’t!”

Albus loves to bang on the portrait and Walburga has to take it upon herself to teach this young man some manners; and sometimes he and James would go and sit in front of her, asking to hear stories about the noble House of Black. Those are the only times she’s not downright scowling.

And finally, Lily Luna comes along. She’s the smallest bundle to come through those doors and Walburga is quiet for almost a week. Ginny even found her shushing James and Albus a couple of times.

Lily is fascinated by her portrait and as she grows older, she likes to stop by it at least once a day and hear Walburga’s opinion on her clothes and hair.

“That bun is not tight enough! There’s dirt on your dress! Stand up straight like a proper lady!”

Lily finds it hilarious and oftentimes wears dreadful Muggle clothes just to get Walburga all riled up. There’s also been a few genuine compliments, though, like when Lily got dressed up for Neville’s and Hannah’s wedding.

“Those are some good quality robes! Not like your brothers’, they look like a Hippogriff stomped on them!”

The day Lily is finally ready for Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny come back to the house all alone. There’s a small cough from the corner and when they turn around, Walburga asks them when the little ones return.

5

Ok but I want to talk about something here. Everyone made a huge deal that Todd came out as asexual. Tumblr blew up. “TODD IS ACE”. The internet went wild because it seemed revolutionary, but nobody said anything about this lesbian couple getting married. And I think most people didn’t really give it a second thought, and I find that fascinating how far we’ve come that same sex marriage is now normalized. If this was like five years ago, there would probably be discussions about how the show put in a gay couple. 

We need to have a serious talk about this Gilmore Girls fic.

As Will Smith once said, OK. Here’s the situation. 

Someone is writing The Subsect. Jess’s novel. I’m frankly amazed that in all the years of online Gilmore Girls fandom that no one has attempted to do this before, and it’s entirely possible that someone has. But I’m too new to this fandom to know, and if someone tried to write The Subsect before, it probably wasn’t like this story. 

Because here’s the thing. This version of The Subsect, in its current online metafictional form, is fucking amazing. It’s so good that I thought, after a first pass, that it might actually be very good, very well-placed guerrilla marketing for the revival. But I don’t think it is. I think it’s just a fic. Written by some wicked smart person somewhere out there. 

If you want to read it, it’s here. The single most devastating thing about it, so far, is that it’s only two chapters long. 

I have many thoughts about this story, but let’s start at the beginning, in the first chapter. 

And as a note, the following contains many spoilers, so if you want to remain unspoiled in regards to this story – however filthy and corrupted your mind may already be – stop reading now, go read the damn first chapter of The Subsect, and then come back and read this. 

I’ll wait. 

Thoughts on the first chapter of the fanfictional Subsect, in no particular order. Here come some bullet points…

  • The first chapter is set in New York City, where we find Jess growing up as a youthful hoodlum and accomplished card shark, as you would expect. The level of accurate, ultra-specific detail about NYC in this story, though, is mind-boggling. Subway stops. The names of businesses. Geography. Every word of it – with a couple of fascinating exceptions, which I’ll talk about – is real. And it’s not just accurate in general. It’s accurate to the period of the story. An example: At some point, the narrator – called J., but I’ll presume it’s Jess – mentions a bookstore near Columbia University named Labyrinth. It’s real, but it’s now under new ownership and has a new name. You’d never know this, ever, unless you went to that bookstore before it was renamed. So whoever’s writing this is a New Yorker and has been for a while, or they’re a research freak of truly epic and admirable proportions. 
  • The story contains a freakishly contextual reference to Italian opera, and an ominous quote from Julius Caesar in Latin that both foreshadows the conflict later in the chapter and harkens back to Jess’s growing affinity for gambling. This is not garden-variety fanfic, friends.
  • The story invents a completely genius plot device that has Jess leaving NYC for Stars Hollow not just because he’s bad and is doing bad things — although he is and does, per cannon and the details of this story — but he also leaves the city in the wake of 9/11. The craziest thing about this? It totally works. The episode where Jess steps off the bus in Stars Hollow aired on October 20, 2001.
  • There are two references in this story that are clearly fictionalized. (And there may be more. I just haven’t spotted them yet.) The first one is about Liz working at Shrafft’s as a waitress. Newsflash: There is no Schrafft’s anywhere in NYC, and there hasn’t been since maybe the 1970s. So why the fictional reference amidst all this hard, cold, New York-y reality? Well, here’s the deal. As the story mentions, the Scrafft’s where Liz works is on 79th Street, and there was indeed a Schrafft’s restaurant on East 79th Street, though it was closed long before the action of this story takes place, and has now been torn down. But this particular Schrafft’s is notable because it was mentioned in a J.D. Salinger novella called Raise High the Roofbeam. Who would write that kind of obscure reference into a novel that’s otherwise positioned as a thinly veiled memoir? Why, your favorite pretentious literature nerd and mine: Jess Fucking Mariano. In fact this reference breaks the otherwise factual fabric of the story. It fucks up everything that’s been so meticulously plotted before and after it — including the piece’s careful attention to geography. As Liz gets off her shift at the fictional Schrafft’s, she beelines it for the 2 train to head uptown to her next job in the Bronx. Well, the Salinger Scrafft’s was on the East Side of Manhattan, where there is certainly no 2 train. The point of all this? To make you, dear reader, believe in your soul of souls that Jess Mariano wrote this story. If he wasn’t a fictional character on TV show, I might think that he actually did. The other fictional reference is when J. describes being robbed and beat up in a park in Bensonhurst by the Jones Street Boys, who are a fictional gang in the video game The Warriors.
  • It’s also worth mentioning that the chapter’s opening language is so very, very true to Jess’ character. The sense of poetic surreality. The ten-cent words. The thin veil of fiction over what’s clearly a memoir. It is the kind of stuff that first-time dude novelists do when they’ve spent too much time reading the beats. The result? It’s all weirdly convincing. I don’t just believe that Jess wrote this story. I believe that there is, in fact, a Jess. So how did we get here? Where the best piece of metafiction I’ve read all year is a Gilmore Girls fanfic? Tell me that.

I have more to say about this story. But I need to re-read the second chapter first and this post is really long and annoying, so I’ll stop. 

Facts About Dahmer’s Childhood

Serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer (pictured here, left, with his younger brother David) seemed to enjoy a relatively stable, normal childhood at first glance; unlike most serial killers he was not the product of an abusive home, and Jeffrey himself said that he was “like everyone else” in his formative years.

Yet there are many disquieting red flags apparent in Jeffrey Dahmer’s childhood that marked him as different from other children. Despite the piles of family photographs depicting the idyllic American dream, there was something very wrong going on behind closed doors at the Dahmer house.

- Joyce Dahmer suffered from inexplicable mental distress for most of her pregnancy with Jeffrey, and was heavily medicated on morphine and mood-stabilisers by the time she gave birth to him. She had a very difficult time adjusting to the demands of motherhood, and friends of the couple would often hear her screaming nonsense at baby Jeffrey when they came over to visit.

- When he caught Jeffrey bleaching animal bones in his own household, Lionel Dahmer was thrilled that his son was interested in something ‘scientific’, and did not discourage his fascination with dead things. Lionel even wrote out a special 'recipe’ for bleaching bones, the exact same recipe Jeffrey would later use on the corpses of his victims.

- Dahmer was described as a “shy, reserved child” by a first grade teacher, and his shyness only intensified as he got older and witnessed more marital disputes between his parents. A neighbour recalled that Jeffrey never had friends over to play, and he often saw the little boy muttering to himself in the back yard. Classmates remembered that Jeffrey rarely laughed or smiled, and that he kept a jar of dragonflies in his school bag that he called his 'friends’.

- Though it has never been verified, there are several sources that state Dahmer was molested by a neighbourhood boy when he was just a young child. If this is true, it coincides with his interest in roadkill and realisation that he was attracted to the same sex.

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Some Flowers In Your Hair
When Louis mentions offhandedly that he’s really been enjoying watching some TV show called Alone, and that the idea of humans surviving without magic in the wilderness fascinates him, he would never have guessed it would land him in a situation like this. This is supposed to be a friendly camping trip between Louis and Liam, just a couple of bros surviving in the wilderness for bragging rights, not whatever rigmarole that fucker is currently outlining. And certainly not including one Harry Styles, pretentious twat that he is. What is he getting himself into?
By Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Some Flowers In Your Hair
Author: Anonymous
Rating: Explicit
Words: 23,015
Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Summary:

When Louis mentions offhandedly that he’s really been enjoying watching some TV show called Alone, and that the idea of humans surviving without magic in the wilderness fascinates him, he would never have guessed it would land him in a situation like this.

This is supposed to be a friendly camping trip between Louis and Liam, just a couple of bros surviving in the wilderness for bragging rights, not whatever rigmarole that fucker is currently outlining. And certainly not including one Harry Styles, pretentious twat that he is.

What is he getting himself into?

Or, a magical camping AU in which Louis is jealous of Harry’s magic, Liam’s a little too enthusiastic about surviving in the wilderness, and Niall might have misunderstood the rules.

Written for FullOnLarrie for the @hlsummerexchange2017

The substitute [BTS Smut]

Originally posted by darkfrinda

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COUNT → 4357

GENRE → Smut

PAIRING → You / Taehyung / Jungkook

SUMMARY: Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, a popular singer from a very popular group called BTS. One of the sexiest man alive. the problem is you’re miles away, both of you horny. And there’s Jungkook. Why don’t let him be your substitute for the night?

N/A: I need some holy water after writing this, it’s my first time doing something like a threesome (kinda?), let me know what you think!

Saying that you missed your boyfriend was an understatement. You haven’t seen him for a couple of months now. The last time you two saw each other on person it was on the airport, and even then you couldn’t be with him as you wanted. All his fans were there and you had to pretend to be just another girl, saying goodbye from afar while dozens of girls screamed at him. You weren’t bitter, you knew what you were getting in when you decided to be in a relationship with him.

Your boyfriend is Kim Taehyung, a popular singer from a very popular group called BTS. One of the sexiest man alive, you could add if the video you were watching was anything to go by. You hated days like this one, where you missed him so much that you had to watch videos of him on YouTube, because that just made you miss him more, and (you would never admit this) it made you feel jealous of the girls who could see him and film him. Especially those who could watch him dance sexily, like the video you were watching.

It was during a fan meeting yesterday, and he was asked to make a sexy dance…and boy he did. You were expecting something fun, something that made the fans laugh and go away with a smile on their faces. You weren’t expecting him to act like a stripper. That was the only way you could describe the way your boyfriend danced. Not only was he moving like he was fucking the air, but his facial expressions were the same ones he had every time he fucked you.

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UNBREAKABLE

Requested: no.

Warnings: none.

This is really different but I really like it. I’m proud of this one. Hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by dreamilygloriousarcade

Would you believe me, if I said I went To the same church as Justin Bieber? I doubt it. People never did. But then again, who would?

But I do. And I have for a while now.

It’s not like we’ve talked or anything. In fact, I don’t think Justin even knows my name, but I still see him every week. So much that seeing him around isn’t even a shock anymore.

To me, he’s now just a normal person, attending church on a Sunday - who goes upon there normal day just like any one else would.

The church I attended was a private one. Very closed off and self kept. It was no wonder Justin came along.

At first, he would come along with his family. Sometimes alone. Basically just came to say grace, attend mass then leave. And it was like that for around a year, before I noticed someone else.

A girl who’s name I learnt to be Y/N. She was sweet from what I had seen. A religious girl who had good intentions. It surprised me to see her considering we usually don’t get a lot of new faces here.

She was friendly to everyone - including Justin. They looked like a couple of old friends who had grown up together and I actually think that’s what they were.

From what I had heard from my mother they have been best friends since as long as they could remember. And apparently Y/N’s normal Church closed down, so Justin invited her to join him at ours until she found a new parish.

But What was supposed to be a one time thing turned into a series of repetitive events, and after a month, she was considered a member of the church.

I honestly didn’t mind. It wasn’t like she was bothering me or anything and she was rather friendly. I liked her.

Months had passed and everyone in the church had begun to see a change in attitude around the two. It was as if they both a had a secret they were too afraid to tell each other but otherwise tried to act as if it wasn’t there.

But everyone else in the church had noticed. I remember my mother talking to Mrs smith one weekend after church about the two - they were saying how they ‘had seen this coming since the day Justin brought her to the church.’ Whatever that meant.

What did they see coming?

It wasn’t until weeks later I realised what they were talking about. One week at mass I watched them intensely, there was something about them that was just so interesting.

I may have been sitting a few seats behind them, but it was impossible to miss the way they were looking at each other when the other wasn’t. The love in there eyes.

That’s when I knew that they both had feelings for each other, they were just too afraid to admit it.

Time went by and nothing had changed. The problem about our church though is the church mothers love to gossip, and the kids love there media.

Apparently, some of the teen girls had seen on tmz some rumours that the two were dating, and they must have passed that message to there parents because it wasn’t long before the whole church was talking about it.

I didn’t believe it. I never believed anything the church mothers talked about. They’re always full of crap. But it came as a surprise the next Sunday when justin and Y/N walked in, smiling at each other with so much love, hand in hand.

Honestly, I was glad. It was about time. If I’m being honest, I think they looked cute together.

They were touchy throughout mass. Rubbing each other backs, winding their fingers through each other’s and even giving each other short, small pecks throughout.

It was honestly adorable.

And of course the church talked. No one in this place can keep there mouths shut but I didn’t mind talking about them. They were fascinating to me. And no one was saying anything bad.

A couple months had gone by and nothing had changed. They still had the same amount of love and passion in there eyes for each other. Sometimes they would show up looking a little pissed and avoided each other, but the next week they’d come back as if nothing had happened.

Just like a normal couple.

Justin continued making music and I even heard that Y/N got into modelling. Good for her, she had the body for it.

But that got the church talking once again. I think the girls were jealous honestly since from then on out people began throwing crap Y/N’s way. But after a while it passed.

Years had gone by and i think they were around 23 now. I know because Justin was exactly 6 years older then me. And I had just turned 17.

They still attended church, still sat in the same seats and shared the same love but one thing was different. Not only did they seem a lot more happy, but something in particular seemed to stand out.

Of course, this had the Parrish gossiping like crazy. Especially once they caught the size of the 27 carat diamond engagement ring wrapped around Y/N’s slender finger.

From that day on, the church began looking at her differently which was really uncalled for and rude. She had done nothing wrong and minded her own business - not disturbing anyone. But the Parrish saw her as spoiled and a gold digger.

Which didn’t make sense. It wasn’t like she askedfor the ring. It was Justin’s idea to propose. And they were a beautiful couple. Not just by looks but by personality as well.

Yet the couple went unphased. And a couple months later they both sported another ring each. Both just a simple wedding band.

Of course I didn’t attend the wedding personally but I heard they got married in the Parrish church. And the photos that flooded the internet only proved that theory.

Everything about the two was perfect. And they continued to attend mass together like a normal couple would.

All until a few weeks later. When Y/N walked in looking tired and saddened. Alone.

No Justin. And it was like that for a little while. She was alone.

I couldn’t believe it and apparently neither could the Parrish. They talked like crazy, some saying that they saw it coming and knew they wouldn’t last but others in as much shock as I was.

I couldn’t believe that they had broke up. They were so happy. I just couldnt figure out what went wrong.

But if you think that was a surprise, then you had to see how much more surprised we were to realise a couple months later, that Y/N’s stomach had grown.

No not fat. But Baby weight.

She was pregnant.

I couldn’t believe it. I felt so sympathetic for Justin. And the church couldn’t either. The news and rumours spread so fast after that and I even remember the day I heard it.

It was from Mrs Banks, the young housewife with the twin girls. Her daughters where bitches.but I remember my mother talking to her, and the way the news slipped Mrs banks lips, as if she was talking about a convict in prison. So much disgust.

‘She cheated on him.’

She said.

'she got pregnant with the other mans baby and poor Justin couldn’t take the heartbreak - left the sorry women just like she deserved.’

I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe such a sweet women could do such a terrible thing. Or maybe she wasn’t as sweet as i thought.

I avoided her for a long while after that. She tried being friendly, tried to say hello or throw a smile at me but I kept my distance. I was surprised father Gabriel hadn’t kicked her out.

A few more weeks went by, her stomach grew and so did the gossip and rumours. But suddenly, a month or two later, something happened. Something so small, yet it caused the whole church to shut there mouths.

Justin showed up one day. Not alone. Not with family. But with Y/N. Smiling.

He was walking behind her, with one hand on her swelling stomach and the other clutching her hand which also rest on her stomach. He guided her down the isle and into there usual seats, cuddling next to her.

Like nothing had happened.

Every pair of eyes where on them. Even father Gabriel’s.

Everyone was confused. Why had Justin gotten back with her? After what she did. I would never have forgiven her.

But it wasn’t long for word to get around. The truth. A girl who was a fan of Justin had actually asked him.

I don’t know how. I would have been so embarrassed. Thats such an invasion of privacy, yet she did it and I’m honestly glad she did.

Y/N never cheated. And the baby was Justin’s! The reason she showed up alone was because Justin had been on tour and everyone had overreacted.

I told you the woman were full of crap.

Anyways, months passed and Y/N’s stomach continued to grow. Swelling with life and beauty. Justin and herself looked so happy. And every time they walked in, I couldn’t help but notice how Justin clutched her stomach. It was so beautiful.

Everything was normal until one day, they both just stopped showing up.

It disappointed me. I really enjoyed watching the two from a distance, examining there lives. I wondered where they went. And hoped they would come back to the Parrish.

But they didn’t. Not the next week, or the week after that. Not even the week after that. They were both MIA.

I was convinced they had found a new Parrish. One with less crap and gossip. I wouldn’t blame them.

But that wasn’t the case, and we all found that out when they finally one Sunday, showed up again. This time, Y/N was not pregnant.

And Justin seemed a lot happier. So did Y/N but she also seemed tired. Not sad though. It was like a happy tired.

It was pretty obvious what had happened but I was still shocked when Justin’s body came into full view.

In his hands, he held a beautiful baby girl, dressed in a pink dress with a white flower band on her hair.

The girl was stunning. She had a full head of hair which was obviously inherited from her mothers thick dark brown hair, but was a dirty blonde like her father. Long thick eyelashes supported her eyes and a cute button nose sat on her face.

She was really small. But I think she was actually premature by a couple of weeks. So it made sense that the two weren’t at church for the last few weeks. They were busy looking after there new born baby girl.

And although Y/N brought a pram along with her, Justin didn’t put his little girl down. It was obvious he was proud of his little beauty. I would be too. She was really cute.

And well behaved. I hadn’t heard her cry all mass. There was a few times when the baby girl would stir, become a little restless but all Justin would need to do was say “shh it’s alright” and she would settle.

It truly was adorable.

And it wasn’t until Justin wrapped his arm around his wife, as Y/N placed a hand on her daughters leg and another around Justin’s torso that I truly realised.

This family was unbreakable.

anonymous asked:

How would Murdoc and 2D react to their S/O absentmindedly touching them?? Like not inappropriately just playing with their hands as they watch tv or something thank you!!

2D:
- He’s confused at first, but after a couple of seconds he starts loving it. 
- He touches back!! He thinks it’s fascinating to play with your hands, hair, etc. and look at their detail.
- He compliments you while doing it, too. Things like “Your hair is really soft.”, or “Your nails look pretty.”

Murdoc:
- He doesn’t show much of a reaction when you do, he just glances over to you then goes back to watching TV.
- He adores it, though. If you’re playing with his hair, he’ll (subtly) nuzzle his head further onto your hands.
- You catch him smiling a few times while you touch him. It makes him genuinely happy, so you make sure to do it more often for him.

Has anyone read John’s biographies? A friend told me that he talks about CoE in one of them and how they (he and GDL) were directed to act more like soldiers and comrades in arms than lovers. 

WTF??

Did the director not read the entire script? Did he not see series 2 or read any of the EU or listen to any of the BBC radio plays? 

They WERE lovers.

The promo pics totally played this up! Hello! 

And yet the director told them not to act like like lovers? 

WHY?!

It would have really added some depth to the entire story if we’d seen Jack and Ianto act a little more like lovers they were rather than the “couple” bullshit and awkward hugs we got on Day One. It would have made Day Four even more sad. Seriously - bad call. 

I am not a CoE denier. It happened. Ianto died. I think it was, in general (and minus a few plot holes) a really good, dark, fascinating, and tragic story. But it could have been so much better, and this is one of those things. They were lovers and they should have set it up better. 

When my family bought me the DVDs for Christmas a few years ago, I sort of made the watch it with me. And at the end my dad said, “Those two guys were together? Really?” Because for someone who’d never heard of or seen Torchwood, it wasn’t clear at all. He liked the story and thought it was well done, but he had no idea, even on Day Four, that they were a couple. 

Sometimes I think that for all Torchwood crowed about being so LGBTQ friendly, it really wasn’t. By series 3 they seemed more afraid of it than anything. A truly LGBTQ show would have given us more LGBTQ couples and moments, rather than the barely there hints of Jack and Ianto we did get. Sure, there were a few snogs, but they never followed up on it! We saw everyone else in their homes and in their beds with their heterosexual partners, but we never saw Jack and Ianto in a happy, domestic moment, except for that quickie in the hothouse. That’s not groundbreaking, that’s the same as every other show at the time. 

Sometimes I wonder why I love this show so much. I even asked Avaantares this last night. The answer?

Ianto Jones.

Ianto Jones and All The Things We Didn’t Get But Should Have Had In A Same Sex Relationship Between Two Fascinating Characters.

Thank god for fanfiction.

Johnny’s Foreword for Disney Pirates: The Definitive Collector’s Anthology

Since early childhood, some point between innocence and ignorance, I recognized, as luck would have it, that I somehow possessed the presence of mind to be incessantly curious and obsessively observant of those around me. Even to the point that for a couple of years - well before my teens, I was convinced that my life’s calling was to be an impersonator. I was utterly blown away by the fact it was possible to change one’s voice and mannerisms in order to elicit an instant transformation of the face, so that, immediately, the person I had been watching, was no longer themselves. They had disappeared and transformed into another being!

I was fascinated by human behavior, especially when the subjects were unaware that they were being observed. Those elusive opportunities where one might witness moments of simple and true behaviour - pure honesty - where the subject simply exists, unaware of anything within their vicinity - floating from thought, to thought, to thought. It then became my sworn duty to alarm, unnerve, startle, shock, annoy, terrorize and panic these unfortunate subjects, who largely turned out to be my family - the poor sods. And all this just to satisfy my need, my fix, for the purity of disrupting their private reveries so as to experience the bona-fide vérité of that inevitable, involuntary reflex and recoil of horror and fear. Why, you ask? Because it made me laugh. I would howl for hours, even days, reliving those instances. But, I needed more. In my youthful glee, I became addicted to these utterly spontaneous, in the moment responses. The truth,’ as they say, ‘will set you free.’ And, it most assuredly did. I’d found my true calling. It was in my DNA to provoke and prod - others as much as myself. I know there is some sliver of cruelty in there, and for that I can undoubtedly salute the chequered history of my unruly gene pool. But, in a bizarre flip, somewhere down the road, all of these rascally provocations from childhood became the tools in my tool box for the work I do today. Was I absolutely positive that there would be ghastly repercussions? Yes! But, I didn’t care. I couldn’t. It was, just simply, plus fort que moi. It was much stronger than me. My props were limited but my mind was not. Rubber snakes, fake spiders, frighteningly strange noises. It had developed to the point where my parents were actually concerned for my sanity as my addled brain conjured up prank after prank to feed my worrying sense of humor and its treacherous obstacle course.

I forged ahead like a bull rhino. The more I learned, the more I became cautious of anyone who might belong to the seemingly straight and narrow, as I’d been driving my teachers insane, and had they been able to catch me in the act, they’d have roasted me! So, I suppose that’s why I never cared much for the suits. They represented the enemy to me. The humor impaired. They were the school principals, the deans, the truant officer, the doctor, the dentist, the fraudulent evangelists. The stern and bitter type folks, incapable of drudging up a smile that hadn’t been born out of their own perverse notion that they held the monopoly on the 'power.’ Authority has always been a problem. Beloved rogues were my heroes. The rule breakers. From Blackbeard, to Dillinger. From Jim Morrison to Iggy Pop. The list goes on. So, my everdarkening adolescent cerebrum reached out to these iconoclastic mavericks, who blatantly scoffed at convention without a care in the world, as organic an urge as taking a breath. They gave me the impetus to escape a life of mundanity. I knew I was destined for something a little more undisciplined and ungoverned. Life was mine to explore! Some have suggested that Captain Jack Sparrow was the pinnacle of that search. But, the truth is that he has always been an integral part of me, from day zero.

Cut To: Day One. Set of POTC 'Curse of the Black Pearl.’ An absurd feeling. Like arriving, for the very first time, in a place you’ve always known. I understood everything. Immediately. This was where I was meant to be. My tumultuous trek, battling toward the edge of honesty’s limits had reached its zenith. However, that battle was not over. It never is, of course, and I had to fight for my vision of the character. My truth. And that vision was realized, thanks to the ‘guts’ of Jerry, Gore, and the finest executive that The Walt Disney Company has ever employed, Dick Cook, not to mention our dedicated and incredible crews - the true soldiers who get these films done with their very blood and sweat!!! They give the film its magic. But, above all, we must thank our dear audience. For, without them, there would be 'no glory.’ We would never have gotten anywhere. But now, here we are, some five movies later with our new directors, Joachim & Espen, administering some fresh wonder, still on the ride and loving it!!!

The future is always a riddle waiting to be solved, but I know that wherever we go, Captain Jack Sparrow will remain close by. His irreverent, absurdist spirit, forever loitering intently beneath the surface of all that threatens to tame us, to bore us, and to trick us.

So, don’t be tamed. Don’t be bored. And don’t be fooled.

Long live the Pirates life.

                                                                  —JOHNNY DEPP (Surrey, 02.05.'17)

Negative Numbers?(Bruce Wayne x Reader -Soul mate AU)

Soul mate AU where you have a number of steps left before you meet your Soul mate. Enjoy~  Possibly thinking of a part 2


Most people fantasized over the day they are going to meet their soul mates. Days and sometimes even a week is taken off from work to get mentally and physically prepared for meeting the love of your life. Their has been encounters from the typical coffee shop to even the more bizarre encounters of meeting in an isolated warehouse, but ultimately ended with a kiss and a partner for life.

-“Y/N!, Have you seen your counter it’s below two hundred!” Your friend gasped as she raised your lab coat sleeves above your counter.

-“Is it now?”

-“Earth to Y/N?, You’re meeting your soul mate today aren’t you excited?”

You stopped sorting out various files stared at your friend. A sluggish feeling invaded your body and you have drunk at least three cups of coffee in an unhealthy amount of time.

-“I’ll be excited when Mr. Wayne approves and continues to fund our research.”

Being apart of Wayne Biotech was filled with fascinating innovations that paved a path towards a better Gotham and a better world. In this facility there was researchers and scientists from all around the world striving towards a better future. Competition was common and only the best projects were fully funded from the man himself, Bruce Wayne.

Being the head researcher of your group held nothing but late hours and multiple days of stress. Every couple years your boss Bruce Wayne would come out to his faculties to look over the projects that were deemed to have the most potential in their field. Your ideals for this project required perfect procedure and a elite group of brains capable of taking on the task. Eventually your supervisors saw how well your project has progressed and chosen it to be presented as the key advancement that the Biotech branch had to offer.

-“Coffee breakdown and work stressed is not how your soul mate wants to see you.” One of your partners piped in.

-“What if Mr. Wayne doesn’t like our project.. Or I’ll stutter… It’s him, his son Tim Drake and a bunch of other really important people in Gotham.” You groaned slumping down to your seat.

-“Y/N relax! You got this, we all do. Your surprisingly a charmer when it comes to research presentations.”

Your friend gathered the needed supplies before pulling you up from your seat. Brushing off your clothes she gave you a big smile.

-“Thank you, Who knows, Bruce Wayne could be my soul mate?” You gave a skeptical grin and picked up your laptop. Your lab coat raised slightly revealing the number on your arm.

79 steps left.

Well lets hope he doesn’t get in your way when you walk towards the conference room. Can’t be late to a meeting even if it includes your soul mate.

Upon entering the room the buzz of the usually chatter lessened. The room was filled with almost all old men too grumpy for anything. Great. It was always harder to convince those types of men to believe in anything.

Scanning the room your eyes meet a younger man also known as Tim Drake, he gave a soft smile while checking some things off his list. Next to him was a taller figure, stern features, and a charming smile, Bruce Wayne.

Taking a deep breath you walked towards him and caught the attention of your supervisor.

-“Ah Y/N!, Ten minutes early as usual” He chuckled while checking his watch.

-“Mr. Wayne may I allow you to introduce the head researcher of this project Y/N L/N.”

Bruce turned around and smiled extending his arm.

-“Hello, I heard about-”

Something inside broke open releasing a feeling of bliss and completion. It swarmed the body with feel good thoughts and utter excitement.

Bruce quickly looked down at your wrist revealing a 0.

Also feeling this you looked at his wrist revealing a 0.

You gave Bruce a look of fear and shock as you realized that your boss, Bruce Wayne was your soul mate. In the worst possible moment ever.

He tensed up and clenched his jaw forcing a now rather grim smile.

-“I look forward to what you have to offer to Biotech Y/N.”

-“Yes sir…” You visibly gulped, “I hope you are satisfied with what my team has to offer.”

Bruce Wayne sat down with a thump fumbling with his jacket revealing the number 0. Tim noticed the 0 and almost spit out his coffee.

-“Bruce, your soul mate is-”

-“I know.”

-“And your not going to say anything?” He harshly whispered.

-“Not yet, Now pay attention.”

It was hard for Bruce to listen as he watched his counter go

-1

-2

-3

-4… And so on as Y/N walked away towards the front of the conference room.

Overall your presentation was a absolute success. With your proof and evidence it quickly persuaded and was approved by Bruce Wayne. Your partners all cheered when you all got back to your lab. Fortunately, they had a brief moment of forgetting your counter.

-“Y/N we did it! Stop looking so sick and pale!” Your friend exclaimed while hugging you.

Politely declining your partner’s celebration with drinks you claimed that you needed to sleep off todays nightmare. They wished you goodnight and parted ways.

Looking down at your counter it read -34

At this time of night most workers were already done so you decided to walking around while browsing at your counter. It was an awkward sight seeing you walk in circles around the building. Steps to the right only added to the negative numbers, but as you walked towards the left it began to lessen as you reached a stairwell. Walking up the stairwell you opened the door to the balcony.

There was Bruce Wayne peering over the ledge with his hands in the pocket. He turned around when he heard a door shut. You walked up to him, but was unsure of what to say.

-“I-I guess… I’m..” You fumbled out.

He gave a soft smile and placed his hand on your cheek, placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

-“Soul mates. I thought you were going to leave me with the look you gave me.” He slightly chuckled.

-“Oh no, I was just.. you know, trying not to make a big scene right then and there.”

-“Yes, Thank you for that.”

There was an awkward silence for a couple seconds until you broke it.

-“I have two questions Mr. Wayne.”

-“Bruce. Call me Bruce Y/N.” He interlaced his hand with yours as you both were leaning against a wall.

-“Bruce..” You mumbled shyly when he held your hand, but snapping out of the trance you looked at him intently, “As a scientist I must ask, You did not just fund my project because we’re soul mates correct?”

-“Your project was brilliant, no strings attached.”

-“Thank you, now second question?”

-“Yes?”

You raised your hand that was still intertwined with his.

-“I devoted too much of my life in work and I’m not sure how this soul mate thing works… I’m not really sure how love even works.” You admitted, “So forgive me if I do anything awkward.”

Bruce chuckled and gave a tight squeeze on your hand.

-“I’m unsure of what to do also, but I’m sure we can figure it out together?”

Two out of three ain’t  bad

A little commission for @violin-cat about Xenomorphs having some fun with a female reader!

When you were a little girl, abandoned places used to scare you. The darkness, the emptiness. Knowing that so many things had taken place here, be they good or bad.

Now, as an adult, they are endlessly fascinating, for the exact same reasons that they used to scare you. It isn’t often you get to explore abandoned places, what with juggling school and a job, not to mention social interactions, so when you do, you savor every moment. Capture every moment, too.

When going urban exploring, you never go without your camera. It’s big and heavy and bulky, but it shoots the cleanest, sharpest-looking pictures you have ever seen.

This time, you had found an old hospital with a gruesome story, so there was a good chance it was haunted too. Allegedly, this hospital used to house patients with tuberculosis, and god knows that the treatment those patients received back in the days wasn’t too gentle.

So, naturally, you had to go investigate it.

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Sensitivity

Author’s note: First TodoDeku fic ever yaaaas
Based on this one experiment on TV I saw as a kid and also personal experience, I guess? Sooo I thought it’d be fun to use this for a fanfic ‘cause I’m trash, yes. 

Summary: They say the closer you feel to a person, the more sensitive you become to their touch. Maybe that’s why Deku gets so jumpy every time Todoroki touches him.

Word count: 2,5k oops


After they became friends, Todoroki joined Deku and the rest during lunch and sometimes even sat next to him without thinking. Their arms and legs would sometimes touch, but neither would make a big deal out of it, since they were pretty much always busy talking or laughing at something Iida said or did. Plus, it was nothing major, or anything.

Touch was very common in their small friend group and not really something Todoroki had put a lot of thought into. It didn’t come naturally to him per se, as he hadn’t experienced a lot of touch throughout his childhood because he was very much an introvert and not a very social person to begin with. Having friends was already a whole new world on its own, so Todoroki kind of just went with the flow, trying not to worry too much about the brief brushes of skin against skin.

Something he did notice, though, was that Uraraka would often put her hands on Deku’s shoulder if she had something exciting to say or clumsily bump into him, turn bright red and zoom off. The latter made him reevaluate some of his thought process since everyone and their cousin (except Deku of course) knew that Uraraka had a schoolgirl crush on him, which is why she’d get overly fiddly whenever they touched accidentally. Not to mention that if Deku touched her first, she’d absolutely lose her shit.

Maybe one’s sense of touch became different when there was an underlying want of intimacy. Obviously the type of touch also came into play, but Todoroki noticed that no matter how he touched Deku, the guy would always jump ten feet into the air and turn to him wide-eyed. It almost reminded him of poor Uraraka, except Deku’s nerves weren’t something new and he always had rosy cheeks to begin with.

Observing all of this was interesting. Todoroki was just silently watching everything from the sidelines, noticing the subtle differences in Deku’s reactions to different people touching him. Most of them weren’t obvious, and yes, he was always a bit jumpy, but never reached the level of extremity whenever Todoroki placed a hand on his arm.

Obviously this could also be blamed on the fact that he and Deku weren’t that close yet. Todoroki couldn’t really come up with any other good conclusion and was probably never going to be able to.  

Until that intriguing moment where Uraraka randomly turned to Deku, fingers hovering near his side and asking, “Are you ticklish?”

Todoroki resisted the urge to roll his eyes since that was the stupidest question anyone could ever ask, but still had to hide a smile behind his hand when Deku turned several shades of red and sputtered out a weak, “N-no!”

Liar,” Uraraka sneered and poked his stomach, which resulted in Deku jumping away with a squawk. “You are! That’s so cute!”  

Luckily for Deku it was lunchtime, so barely anyone noticed his snorts and giggles, but he was still forced to take Uraraka’s playful torment until Iida stepped in because, “This is so very unprofessional, we’re trying to become heroes.

Ever since then multiple people had tried tickling Deku during or after class and once again, Todoroki noticed some subtle differences: Not only was Deku more sensitive to people tickling him around his shoulders and ribs, but it also depended on who was doing it. Every time a girl wiggled her fingers against his side he’d have a more drastic reaction than when it was one of the guys doing the exact same thing in the exact same spot.

Deku also became more sensitive when he was tired, super excited or completely absorbed in his work. Kind of like how he was now.

It was definitely not the first time Todoroki had come over to his place to do homework, but he couldn’t help but be curious. With all of those observations and theories in mind, Todoroki wanted to know how Deku would react to his touch.

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Let me tell you a story about a girl who quit med school

There once was was a girl who really enjoyed learning. She rarely had problems with her school work. Science has been something she had a particular interest in.

She has always been one of the best students in her school and her fascination in biology and chemistry has been noticed by her teachers. She Attended an individual education program in these two subjects, where she could learn faster and learn more with a couple of students with similar interests. At that point in life she wanted to be a scientist and work in a laboratory. So whenever anyone suggested she became a doctor, she would just say that it’s not something that interests her.

Her idea of future has changed the day she started high school. She decided to leave the door open for other ideas and see what life brings. The thing she was sure of was that in adult life she wants to help people. Her family, teachers and friends were telling her that that’s where they see her in the future- in a hospital helping patients. She really wanted to become a doctor at that point.

She read a lot of medical books, did volounteer work at an organization, which helped cancer fighters and worked extremely hard to pass her finał exams in order to be accepted into med school.

And then it happened! She got several messages from several medical universities that she is accepted! But the university of her first choice said no. She felt extremely proud, because her tests went great and she could pick from university offers, but that one university she was wishing to study at the most turned her down. That’s when she started having doubts. What if she wasn’t meant to be a doctor and life was giving her a hint? But she got accepted into other schools and that had to mean something aswell.

She decided to give medicine a try. She packed her bags, rented a small flat in a completely unknown city and set off for the biggest adventure of her life. The first couple of weeks were amazing! The new books, new friends, new classes. Everything was so fascinating to read about! But after some time, after the first fascination, the struggle started.

She no longer enjoyed studying the subjects that she was taking. Some days she couldn’t concentrate at all and just sat at her desk for a couple of hours not getting any work done. She missed her family and old friends a lot and didn’t get along too well with the new buddies. She cried every night, but she knew that these studies were hard for everyone, so she kept moving on, despite the health problems she started having.  After all, she wanted to help others.

But one day something inside her cracked. Within minutes she completely fell apart. She couldn’t stop crying for a couple of hours. She decided to call her mother and ask for some comforting words. They were on the phone for 2 or 3 hours. That’s when she told her mom, that she doesn’t want to do it anymore, she just can’t handle it any longer. Her mom understood and said that she noticed that something has been wrong for a long time now, that she was miserable and forgot about her health. Her mother wasn’t angry or disappointed. She wanted her daughter to live again. That moment of understanding, her mother’s words gave her the courage to stand up and get herself out of the hopeless state she found herself in. 

And that’s when the girl decided to quit, to end the struggle. She tried her best and fought till the end, but medicine just wasn’t for her. She’s been thinking about it for a couple of weeks now, but that phone call gave her the courage to do so. The next day, she signed her resignation paper, handed it in, packed her bags and headed home.

That girl is turning 20 in a month and her name is Zuzanna, or Zuzia as people call her. 

Yes, I am that girl. I quit med school after nearly a year of hard work, many tears and generating health problems. I tried my best to fit into the med students community, to start enjoying studying again, but I failed. But I don’t feel ashamed. It took me almost the whole year to understand that medicine is not for me. It took me a year to see that it only seems so perfect form the outside and on the inside it’s just full of abnegations, disappointments and illusions. It took me a year to see that my teenage dreams of becoming a scientist are my true dreams.

I am full of respect and appreciation for all the doctors and medical students, who sacrifice their lives to serve every person in need. The career you have chosen is probably one of the most amazing and wonderful paths in life. But as doctor Luanda Grazette once said: 

“Medicine is only for those who cannot imagine doing anything else.”

And I could imagine myself doing something else. I actually want to study biology, something I’ve always been charmed by, and try to help others either by teaching or working in a laboratory. But for now, I’m planning on getting healthy and finding peace and happiness in life again.

If you are going through relatable problems, have comparable doubts about your studies or have any questions concerning this issue, feel free to message me either though this blog or through my private page here.

“Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.”
― Mandy Hale 

zuzia

Mixed Messages (Jughead x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Heyyy, I saw that your requests are open and was wondering if you could do one with jughead and the reader when they date.where the reader and Betty get along and everything but the reader can’t help but get jealous of what they had and how close they still are at times?

Summary: The reader spends a painful summer watching Jughead and Betty in a relationship. She has liked Jughead for years and can’t bear to be around the two of them. The reader arrives back to school in September, after spending a few weeks with her Dad in Toronto, to discover that Jughead broke it off with Betty. Although Jughead and the reader begin a relationship, Betty appears to find it hard to accept Jughead’s new feelings.

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The friendship wasn’t the problem, that had always been there. Jughead and Betty had been best friends from the moment they had been born. They had had their first day at school together – I had seen the photograph of the two of them aged five, hand in hand as Betty confidently dragged a terrified Jughead through the school gates – partnered together in every class since that day, and even shared their first kiss in the third grade. Before I had even moved to Riverdale, Jughead and Betty were inseparable. I’d moved to Riverdale from Toronto when I was ten and from the moment I joined Riverdale Middle School, I was smitten with Jughead Jones. I was never very subtle – I remember leaving a ridiculously cheesy Valentine’s card in his locker one year, failing miserably to disguise my handwriting so within five minutes everyone had guessed it was me – but Jughead never made me feel embarrassed. I joined Betty and Jughead’s little group immediately, Jughead was fascinated by my stories of life in a big city and Betty was delighted to finally have a girl-friend as there was only so much boy-talk that Jughead would take willingly. By the eighth grade Archie Andrews and Kevin Keller had joined our little clique, and now that we were in the eleventh grade, Veronica Lodge – who had recently moved from New York – had befriended us also.

Veronica was where the problem began. Within days she had noticed how close Jughead and Betty were and immediately latched on to the idea of them as a couple, planting little seeds of romance in both their heads until, at a party over the summer, they finally kissed. As I had been silently crushing on Jughead for the last six years, I had become a master of hiding my feelings. Nevertheless, I spent the rest of the summer uncomfortably third-wheeling at Pop’s as Jughead and Betty shared milkshakes and giggled as they stole each other’s fries, play-fighting and calling each other names. Ironically, I was incredibly thankful when my Mum put me on a plane back to Toronto for the last few weeks of the holiday, insisting that I had to spend time with Dad and his latest girlfriend before I went back to school.

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Trini and Kim’s parents love the other girl. Kimberly’s because they’re glad their daughter has new friends after her “incident” and Trini’s because they’re glad their daughter has friends at all.

But you know who isn’t all for the Trimberly relationship? Trini’s little brothers. Like…maybe they used to do stuff together on weekends like watch cartoons and make special breakfasts and go play at the park. Or she’d chill with them after school and watch them when her parents were busy. Or she’d sneak them treats after bedtime and before dinner. Just generally being the cool but exasperated older sister who is trying to make sure her brothers never feel alone like she did.

Well, now that she’s a ranger, things have changed. She’s gone more now. And yeah, they’ve noticed she smiles more but they’re kids. They miss how it used to be and just see their big sister slipping away. Trini probably doesn’t even realize how important those moments with her brothers were to them. The feeling is mutual, of course, she just didn’t know that they valued that time as much as she did.

Anyway, since she can’t tell them the real reason she’s been different lately, they sort of pinpoint Kimberly as the problem because she’s the one they see her with the most. They’re not mean to her, but they are standoffish and aloof. Kimberly figures it out pretty fast. The boys are fascinated with Zack and Jason and Billy and just Do Not fuck with Kim and almost seem scared of her sometimes.

Trini would never admit it, but she talks highly of her little brothers and Kim knows their time together is just as important to her girlfriend as their couple time and she’s been missing them too. So. Kimberly tells her it’s okay. To go hang out with her little brothers. She knows she misses them. Trini does and they’re thrilled. Since Kim knows what’s up she just…leaves Trini alone for the weekend and chills with the other rangers. Like, not going MIA or anything, but just telling her to enjoy her weekend and don’t worry about entertaining her. She’ll sneak in Sunday night and can tell her all about it. She also bans the others from bothering her with their shenanigans.

Cut to the next weekend and her brothers are ready for a repeat. But Kimberly is there. Trini’s noticed the tension but has just? Kinda hoped it would go away on its own. Anyway, Kimberly being the understanding gf that she is is about to leave and Trini is all pouty because hey, she planned this movie night for all of them and she kinda wanted to cuddle her girl tonight. Kimberly stays because that pout, who could resist? Not her. In the morning, Kimberly gets up super early and can’t go back to sleep. Trini’s out like a light and she doesn’t wanna wake her. The boys come barreling in and one, they’re a little awestruck that Kim is still there because “does our mom know you spent the night?” and two, they’re hungry and want their sister to make her special pancakes. Kimberly’s all like “we should let her sleep” and tells them she’s a great cook, she can get breakfast started and pls don’t tell your parents that I stayed over. Kimberly is not a great cook. In fact, she’s terrible. The boys quickly realize it and guide Kim through what Trini does but they really don’t pay that much attention and the food is horrible and disgusting. But they have flour fights and jam to some music and bond a little bit. They’re making progress.

Maybe next week Kimberly brings some movies that she thinks they’ll like. The week after that (and with Trini’s help) she makes some traditional desserts and treats for them. After that she brings some stuff that her mom made for them to try. (Idk I just love the idea of them giving each other culture lessons.)

They discuss the Power Rangers. Kim “makes up” all kinds of awesome stories for them and they love it. Trini does too. She’s so used to being alone, and here’s Kimberly, actively trying to engage herself in her life.

Eventually, they just…like Kim and get used to her and her sister being a thing and having to share her until they’re not really sharing her anymore and Kim is just a permanent fixture in their, and their sister’s, life.

anonymous asked:

how would law and lu have a child? can you tell me more?? :3

Originally posted by smileymingo

This guy right here. Ivankov uses his DF powers, Law or Luffy becomes a woman. Law uses Ope Ope powers to extract egg and then make the zygote, volunteer woman agrees to carry their baby, with zygote implanted via Ope Ope powers. 9 months later, LawLu baby.