this has probably been done in some form before but it was fun!

For those of you who write military fics

If you have never been in, or aren’t around people who’ve been in, I would dearly love to give you a few pointers.

Let me preface this: I love it when people write military fics (be they AU or canon-fic). I love the characterizations, the story arcs you create, and the love with which you create the stories.

But I’d like to help you make the actions of military personnel as accurate as possible, so someone who’s actually in doesn’t start to read your fic and roll their eyes at some of the things you unknowingly write.


-First off, you do not salute in civilian clothes. It’s actually unauthorized. There are only two exceptions to this rule: the President is allowed to salute in civvies, and if the national anthem is playing outdoors, combat veterans are now allowed to salute. (That came about in 2010, for accurate reference.)

-Do not salute indoors, unless during a formation (but I doubt people who don’t have intimate knowledge of drill and ceremony would bother writing about a formation, so that point is mostly just thrown in for shits and giggles). 

-The army and air force do not say, “sir, yes sir”. That’s a marine thing (I’m not sure about the navy, since I’m not in the navy, but I’m sure someone else could help out if there’s a question about it).

-Saying “black ops” isn’t really something we do. For the army, you’ve got SF (which is how we refer to special forces–the guys you’re probably thinking about (”green beret” is an old term for them that’s not really used anymore)) and Rangers for the two big special operations forces. SEALS are the navy force, and I apologize, but I don’t know the other branches’ special forces. Again, ask someone who’s served in that branch.

-People don’t usually refer to themselves (or others) by their ranks. Exceptions are usually made if hanging out with people from your unit speaking about a superior, such as “Yeah, LT and I were talking the other day and …”. 

-Sergeants are not referred to as “sarge”. You have no idea how many people got the shit smoked out of them in basic for that error.

-Army goes through Basic Training (or Basic Combat Training now; BCT for short), and marines go through Boot Camp. Yes, there is definitely a difference in terms. Army people tend to refer to their initial training as simply “basic”. I don’t know about marines or other branches.

-Calling someone “Soldier” is really something only done on TV/film. It’s usually mocked by people who are in.

-In the army, it is against regulation to just stick your hands in your pockets. We mockingly call them “Air Force gloves”, though I don’t know if they typically put their hands in their pockets. There is also a big stigma against wearing “snivel gear”: the poly pro cold-weather protection gear worn underneath your uniform.

-The everyday Army uniforms are called ACUs (Army Combat Uniform). They are never called anything else, but especially not fatigues. If you’re going back to 2003 or earlier, the uniform was BDUs, or the Battle Dress Uniform. The tan uniforms worn during the Gulf War and first few years of Operation Iraqi Freedom (OIF) and Operation Enduring Freedom (OEF; Afghanistan) were called first chocolate chips (gulf war-era) and then DCUs (Desert Combat Uniform). 

-The dress uniform is called something different depending on what time period you’re going for. Saying “dress uniform” is usually a good bet, because you’ve also got Class A’s, Class B’s, ASUs, Dress Blues, Khakis, etc. 

-Typically when meeting someone else who’s in, the first things you ask are, “What’s your MOS (military occupational specialty–your job)? Where were you stationed?” Giving out rank and deployment backgrounds out of the blue don’t usually happen. 

-Time spent in the military is usually referred to as simply being “in”. “How long were you in for?” is heard way more often than “how long did you serve for?” That question is usually asked by civilians. 

-There are enlisted, and there are officers. Enlisted are those who start out as privates, work their way up through the NCO, or non-commissioned officer ranks: sergeant (called “buck sergeant” in a derogatory term for someone who has been freshly promoted), staff sergeant, sergeant first class, and eventually get to first sergeants and sergeants major after fifteen to thirty years in. Officers also usually start out as privates and specialists, then graduate from college and commission as second lieutenants (the derogatory term is “butter bar” and is usually used in reference to said officer’s lack of experience and knowledge) before working up to first lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel (”light colonel”), and colonel (”full bird”). The general timeline is making captain (”getting your railroad tracks”) after about 5-8 years for competent officers, and spending 5-10 years as a captain. 

-We do not stand at parade rest unless forced. Ever.

-Or at attention.

-When talking to an NCO, a lower enlisted will stand at parade rest. When talking to an officer, an enlisted will stand at attention.

-The highest ranking NCO is lower ranking than the lowest ranking officer. 

-If you want to throw in some humor, if there is a lower enlisted (E-4 (specialist) or below) joking with an NCO, and the lower enlisted says something, the NCO can snark back with, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you because you weren’t standing at the position of parade rest.” It’s a dick move usually to call people out for that, but it happens often enough that if you put that in a fic, someone who’s in will likely laugh at that for a few minutes.

-There is a term for a slacker in the army called POG (pronounced “pohg” with a long o). It stands for Personnel Other than Grunt, meaning everyone who’s not infantry. The term has transformed to mean anyone who shirks their duty or is kind of a shitbag and should be kicked out. 

 -There’s also a bit of a stereotype that infantry are made up of dumb guys, because you don’t need a high GT score to get that MOS. Their nomenclature for their MOS is 11B (eleven bravo), which is often referred to as an “eleven bang-bang” when trying to insult them. 

-If someone is making someone else do push-ups, they do not say “drop and give me x number”. They’ll tell them either to push, or tell them to get in the front-leaning rest. The front-leaning rest position is the starting position for the push-up. 

-Usually referring to basic training and AIT (advanced individual training, where you learn your military occupational specialty), you get “smoked” on a regular basis. This refers to PT (physical training), usually in the form of push-ups, flutter kicks, and sprints. It’s not fun. One of the least favorite phrases to hear in basic is, “Platoon, attention! Half-left face! Front leaning rest position, move. In cadence! Exercise!” Because that is the full command for getting people to do push-ups. There is literally no other reason for the half-left face movement. It honestly exists only for push-ups.

-It is awkward as fuck to be told “thank you for your service”. It’s wonderful that people want to show their support, but it is very difficult to respond to that without sounding like a douche.

I know I said a lot about basic training in there, but that’s because I tend to read a lot of fics that are either about basic or about deployments. I can give some pretty firm answers on basic, but everyone’s deployment is different, and I also could be violating a shit-ton of OPSEC (operation security) by telling you guys specific details about deployments. Everything I’ve told you is information you can look up on your own on the internet, but this is a bit more insider’s culture for you to help make your stuff more accurate.

And if you ever find yourself writing a military fic and have questions, by all means, inbox me. I’ve been in for almost nine years and I do have one deployment under my belt, so I can give you accurate army info. I’ve never served in any other branch, though, but I can probably give you a little bit more accurate info than what the movies do if you’ve got general questions.

Also, if you’ve got questions about PTSD, I can help with that. It’s not the cake walk that a good deal of fics portray it as, and it doesn’t always involve nightmares and aversion to touch. It can present as depression, intense anger issues, pulling away from loved ones, driving in the middle of the road, freaking out over pops, bangs, crashes and other unexpected noises, being easily startled by things other than noises, hypervigilance, the inability to sit with one’s back to the room, sudden bouts of anger, depression, tears, silence, or mood swings, among many others.

-Also, please, please, if you’re going to write about someone with a disability, or something that gave them a medical discharge, talk to me about the VA first, unless you’ve got a lot of knowledge about them. Not only am I in, but I’ve also worked professionally for the VA, some of that time in enrollment and eligibility, so I know a lot about disability pensions, who would qualify, what type of benefits they would qualify for, etc. I also know the ways that people can accidentally get screwed over from the VA. (It’s actually one of my long-term professional goals to change some of those things, so I am very passionate and very knowledgeable about it.)



TL;DR: I know shit about the military and the VA. Ask me if you have accuracy questions.

Shiro and the Black Lion meta: “You Saved Me.”

I’ve been wanting to write this meta for a while, because after season 2 came out I’ve seen a lot of people characterise the Black Lion as disloyal or fickle, and I don’t think this is the case. I think the Black Lion is extremely loyal to Shiro, and very closely bonded to him; and I think she probably hates Zarkon as much as Shiro does. That might be a strange conclusion to come to after she literally spat Shiro out in the season 1 finale, so let’s break this down a little bit:

If you leave aside the incident in 1x11, the rest of the show portrays the Black Lion and Shiro as very closely bonded. In 1x02 Shiro is the only Paladin who’s able to do the nosedive exercise. At this point he’s been piloting the Lion for like… a couple of days MAX, but he’s able to bond with her to the point that he can see through her eyes. So far, we haven’t seen any of the other Paladins pull this off. The Lion/Paladin bond is a two-way thing - we see that clearly with Red and Keith - so we have to assume that this bonding moment is not just down to Shiro’s calm focus. It’s also coming from Black.

You can also see Black’s willingness to bond with Shiro in 2x07. Shiro goes down to the hangar, sits in the Lion, and goes: “Work with me. What do I have to do to strengthen our bond?” And the Lion is like: “YES BONDING! ALRIGHT! LET’S GO!!” She immediately powers up and whisks Shiro off on a spiritual journey. She invites Shiro to see through her eyes, and shows him her history and how she was made. Shiro asks ‘what do I have to do to strengthen our bond?’ and the Lion’s answer is 'you need to understand my history and where I come from’. And again - we’ve not seen any of the other Lions do this. Shiro is the only Paladin whose Lion has opened up about their past or told their Paladin this kind of visual story.

None of this is consistent with the characterisation of the Black Lion as disloyal. It certainly doesn’t seem like she mistrusts or dislikes Shiro, right? If anything, she seems positively eager to open up to him.

Which brings me to my theory about the Black Lion: I don’t think she’s fickle, or contrary, or lowkey still into her ex. I don’t think she likes Zarkon at all, or misses him, or wants him back as her Paladin.

I think she’s traumatised.

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Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.



     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.

     DISABILITY. IS. NOT. KINKY.

     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.

     Wrong.

     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.


@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

anonymous asked:

I wish you would write an outsider POV Sterek, maybe from their neighbor's POV?

This is embarrassing.

Holy, fuckmuffins, this is embarrassing. She should not do this. She should turn around and go back home. She should just be at home. Forever. She can order groceries from Amazon and socialize with people over the internet and she thinks she could be very happy to just live at home. It would be fun. 

Also, she would be alive. Because she is not sure she will be after all is said and done. 

She gets to their door and then seriously considers just turning around. It would make her a fundamentally bad person but she could be okay with that. 

Ugh.

No she can’t.

She takes a deep breath, wishes that Jenny wasn’t at her father’s this weekend because maybe a cute little four year old would help, and then knocks anyway. On her next door neighbor’s door. 

It had to be her next dooor neighbor. Someone who she will probably have to see again. 

And, of course, Murder Man opens it. He is already glaring at her.

He is going to kill her

“Hello?” he asks and she realizes she has just been standing there. Staring. Which, like fair, he is gorgeous but mostly she’s staring because it is just now occurring to her that she should have told someone where she is going before just coming over to share this bad news. 

“H-hi,” she says finally. “My name is Tammy and I live in number 406–right next door actually and I-I’m so sorry but I’ve just… I’ve just scratched your car.”

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Just some fic recs...

I’ve read a lot of really good fic this year and I just thought the best of the best deserved some recognition.  I tried to weed out the super popular fics, but some still show up because I love them that much.  Also, the ships are numerous and varied.

Running on Air–eleventy7; Drarry
Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
*I would murder people to protect this fic.  It’s beautifully written, well-plotted, original, and it reuses certain sentences, making them more poignant the later in the story they’re used.  Like, fuck me up*

the ghost of you–kissmesexybatman; Klance
When Keith goes missing without a trace, all his family and friends are able to do is move on with their lives. When he shows back up after a year, they have to convince him they still want him back.
*I may be slightly biased because the coolest person in the world wrote this, but let me tell you, it’s emotionally heartwrenching, wonderfully written, and gives you a happy ending without sacrificing the needs of the characters*

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.–dawnstruck; Otayuri
Yuri grows up and grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.
*I’m demi and this fic described exactly what that experience has been like for me, as it features a demi!Yuri.  Beyond that, it was sweet and genuine and I adored it*

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Alright, HERE we go! Awhile ago I had an idea for a MP100/Voltron crossover, and after mentioning it to @x-i-l-verify​ and loooots of brainstorming later, we have…*gestures vaguely* this. These are more or less screenshot redraws just to kind of get across who is who. :) More info, reasonings and musings under the cut, because well…it got long…

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July’s Featured Game: SLARPG

DEVELOPER(S): Bobby “ponett” Schroeder
ENGINE: RPGMaker VX Ace 
GENRE: RPG, Fantasy
SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying. 

Our Interview With The Dev Team Below The Cut!

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Sugilite: What was Sapphire’s deal?

For a long time since the reveal of Ruby and Sapphire, I’ve been seeing posts that (jokingly or not) suggest that Sugilite’s behavior, as a Fusion of Ruby, Sapphire, and Amethyst, was the result of the rambunctious Ruby and Amethyst dragging Sapphire along for the ride.

I kinda get why people say that, because obviously both Amethyst and Ruby are prone to anger and sometimes lack filters and coping mechanisms. Meanwhile, Sapphire seems so calm and in control. Surely Sugilite was mostly Amethyst and Ruby getting carried away.

But y’all have seen “Keystone Motel.”

“This will pass. She’ll eventually just burn herself out.”

Sapphire, when she’s upset, pretends to be above it all, ignores others’ emotions while denying the effects of her own, and even resorts to shaming those she loves when she’s not happy with their behavior. 

She can be callous. Cold. 

Sapphire is just as responsible for everything that went on with Sugilite as Ruby and Amethyst were. 

Now here’s the thing. Fusions can feel like they’re one being–especially when they get used to being fused–and though they’re “a conversation” and “a relationship,” they’re also capable of functioning like a single consciousness despite that they technically can never quite be “individuals.” So I do hesitate to pick apart “what comes from which Gem” when examining Fusions’ behavior. However, much like you can analyze the traits of a child and surmise which parent they “get it from,” you can sort of do that with Fusions. But there’s another element you have to keep in mind when you do this.

A manifestation of the fusers’ influence on each other.

Guide to the Crystal Gems is the source of this tidbit–a canon source authored by Rebecca Sugar. You don’t really see the “influence” aspect discussed explicitly in the show, but this implies that Fusions aren’t just what their components are, but what they inspire in each other. What they think of each other, what they expect from each other, what they want to be together. What they bring out in each other, regardless of whether that element is usually part of the individuals.

Look at Smoky Quartz. Before they appeared, Steven and Amethyst had just had an arc with a competitive and self-deprecating tone which led directly to forming Smoky for the first time. They literally fought each other over who was the worst, had a discussion of not living up to what they were supposed to be, and aired their grievances over the proper path to improvement.

“Us worst Gems stick together, right?” “That’s why we’re the best.”

Amethyst and Steven literally formed their collective identity based on their low self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy. They play it like a big joke, of course, cracking puns and offering distractions, but when Sardonyx presses them during their second appearance in “Know Your Fusion,” Smoky heaps on the self-abuse.

“I guess zero plus zero equals zero. They say two wrongs don’t make a right–I guess I’m living proof that that’s true! I’m just one big super-wrong good-for-nothing dud with a yo-yo!”

Delivered with a smile. 

Supposedly it’s a common trait of youngest children to be the comedian of the family–if you’ve spent your whole life feeling like those who came before you have won all the awards, done it all before you, and met stratospheric goals before you even found your feet, you might feel like there’s no point in performing well, so you joke about it and poke fun at everything, including yourself. Amethyst and Steven have both spent a lot of their lives feeling like the youngest child who’s a bit of a screw-up with whom everyone must be patient. Smoky doubles that feeling, and when they start to feel inadequate, out come the self-deprecating jokes.

Sugilite is more complicated because she’s a three-Gem Fusion, but I’d like to first refer to my “How Fusion Relationships Work” post and assert that Sugilite is far more a relationship of Amethyst and Garnet than she is a relationship of Amethyst, Ruby, and Sapphire. If Sugilite were to internally argue with herself the way Alexandrite did in “Fusion Cuisine,” you’d probably hear Amethyst’s and Garnet’s voices, not Ruby’s or Sapphire’s. I could be wrong, but I think Sugilite is better understood as Garnet and Amethyst’s Fusion. Therefore, to find out what comes from Sapphire and what comes from Ruby in Sugilite, it makes more sense to pick apart where their traits feed into Garnet first.

Sardonyx and Sugilite are both Garnet Fusions. And Sardonyx and Sugilite have both shown an incredible capacity for showing off for Steven. We know Pearl loves to perform, but Sardonyx seeks to impress through grace and precision, while Sugilite is about power. That is likely a strong Amethyst trait–she REALLY wants to be strong, and she thinks Garnet is this incredible pillar of strength. Amethyst’s beliefs about Garnet and desire to be strong would feed into making Sugilite the powerhouse she is.

And Amethyst also has abandonment issues.

“What about ME, huh? I had someone who was always there for ME until she started hanging out with YOU!”

What was Sugilite’s apparent main complaint?

“You left me behind!”

She was left alone with no one to perform for, no one to encourage her or make her feel cool for being strong enough to take out all those pillars.

This seems like an awful lot of Amethyst, but what about Garnet?

“We don’t need to be careful. We just need to be huge.”

Get the job done, Garnet. Who cares about Pearl’s feelings? Who cares if there might be some speed bumps? It’ll turn out with the result we need, and that’s all that really matters.

Well, that’s some Sapphire there.

That’s probably exacerbated further when all the frustration and feeling of being left out was amplified by Amethyst’s perspective, and it’s all directed at Pearl. What might Sugilite be thinking about Pearl? “She’s to blame! She took Steven away and abandoned me! She called me ‘too much’ because she’s just too little! And now she wants me to unfuse just when I’m enjoying myself! She’s probably just jealous Garnet didn’t pick her instead!”

There’s a ton of feeling in there and not a whole lot of thinking. And feeling is something Ruby does extremely well. Meaning she does a lot of it, and she doesn’t think about the past or the future. Now is all she can think about, and her incredibly important, long history with Pearl and any future consequences are beside the point in the face of all that emotion. Sugilite feels hurt and angry and vengeful now. And she has a ton of power that this little Gem Pearl wants to take from her. She won’t let it happen.

But here’s something complicated. Ruby is emotional, but she isn’t selfish. She’s almost entirely selfless. I mean that literally, too–at the beginning of her life with Sapphire, she expressed that it didn’t matter if she was broken because there are tons of her. Even more recently in her life, in “Jailbreak,” she cared about what happened to Sapphire but had no thoughts for herself.

“Did they hurt you?” “WHO CARES??”

And if you listen to her rant about Blue Diamond in “Gem Heist,” Ruby still offers an onslaught of anger that has almost nothing to do with slights against her.

“She’s a shatterer! She yelled at Sapphire, she hates fusion and love!”

Hear that? Blue Diamond had specifically threatened to shatter Ruby, but she doesn’t say “she threatened to shatter me.” She just uses general terms about her being “a shatterer” before launching right into how Blue Diamond mistreated Sapphire and hates their union. And, going back to “Keystone Motel,” it’s more of the same from Ruby: she’s angry not because Pearl personally hurt her, but because Pearl disrespected fusion. Disrespected Garnet.

“It’s FUSION, Sapphire! What’s more personal to us than fusion?”

She’s so, so angry, but it’s on behalf of their relationship, not on her own behalf. She’s not mad at Sapphire for wronging her. She’s mad at Sapphire because this is about fusion. Without fusion, Ruby doesn’t even think of herself as worth something to be mad about. But the fusion she’s contributing to? Wow, nobody better EVER say anything against THAT, or insult it for ANY reason!

So, no doubt this is magnified in Sugilite.

“I AM myself, and I’m SICK of being split up!”

Amethyst’s respect for power, Ruby’s respect for fusion partnerships, and Sapphire’s respect for outcome over process all contribute to Sugilite’s motives. But Amethyst’s sullenness over abandonment, Ruby’s single-minded emotion, and Sapphire’s callousness make those motives manifest in a destructive way.

When Garnet is just Garnet, she has effective coping mechanisms most of the time, at least when it comes to losing control. But Ruby’s EXPLOSIVE emotion is very present in Garnet–we repeatedly see her punch first and ask questions later, or break things just because she’s pissed off. Sapphire’s soft-spokenness and withdrawal from full engagement are also very present in Garnet, and we see her withholding emotion or letting her overconfidence make her stubborn. But she’s balanced, and she carries leadership without cracking, and she rarely makes her problems into other people’s problems.

But when Garnet is part of Sugilite, emotion is streaming in from Amethyst AND Ruby, and neither of those Gems likes to think outside the present. If you said Sapphire’s future vision and composure is “drowned out” by such passionate energy, you wouldn’t be far off, but I think it’s more nuanced than that: Sapphire’s traits manifest differently. Amethyst respects the heck out of Garnet, and Ruby feels like Sapphire matters far more than she does. Sapphire holds a good deal of the self-respect in Sugilite–the part of her that thinks she deserves attention, dignity, and honor. There’s still some aristocrat in her. In Sugilite, that respect is up against an overwhelming amount of self-directed belittling and inadequacy. So you get someone who knows she should be respected but feels that she doesn’t deserve it.

Ruby and Amethyst may be the source of Sugilite’s fury and pain, but without Sapphire’s cold indifference, she wouldn’t have ever posed such a threat. Some of the most brutal aspects of Sugilite may have their roots in Sapphire.

a lapis terraforms

I remember seeing posts about this theory by a few people, this was long before we even knew Lapis’ role on Homeworld was terraforming, so a big kudos to them! The evidence has gradually been stacking up and now it holds up like a lot,

Firstly, we know the real-world location of the Beta Kindergarten, we’ve seen it on one of the maps Peridot showed us at the moon base, Peridot said it just so happens to be the insertion point of the Cluster (probably because the shoddy kindergarten gathered the most gem shards). If we compare the location of Beta on the real world map we can see that it’s real world location is the Antelope Canyon, which seems to be what Jasper’s Kindergarten is based on:

Yep. It’s a little obvious.

Anyways. The Antelope canyon/Beta Kindergarten is an example of a slot canyon. They are most commonly made from sandstone/limestone, we have confirmation from Peridot that Beta is made from red sandstone so there’s that. Anyways a slot canyon is a narrow canyon, formed by the wear of water rushing through rock. 

Lapis did not go into full detail about her reasons for being on Earth. Probably because she thought Steven being a CG, would be ashamed in her. We know Lapis’ role is terraforming and that Beta was formed by the wear of water rushing through rock so it’s quite easy to connect the dots. 

We know the bottom image takes place at Beta since the soldiers in the flashback are Jasper’s (beta gems) and as pointed out in this post by @faelapis​ there is an injector in the bottom right of the image. If the below is actually a before and after picture, I could see why Lapis would be ashamed to tell Steven the full backstory, since she probably flooded the whole area to make the kindergarten.

I was only meant to visit for a short time - Lapis

It was obviously a total rush job. - Peridot

Beta was supposed to be rushed, Homeworld was desperate for soldiers and they didn’t care how they looked at this point, they just wanted gems on the battlefield. Lapis thought she was assigned to a short and simple task, she didn’t have to carefully carve out the walls, pick out the greatest material for these gems, she just had to make a kindergarten and fast before the CG’s found out about it.

The above is an image of Rebecca’s very own SU timeline from the SU artbook. The orange text (Jasper) and blue text (Lapis) are right by each other. It’s a little hard to make out but other people have done so and this is what Lapis’ whole paragraph says:

Lapis poofed, seperated in mirror. 

Lapis brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumes, conflict does not resolve. 

Lapis was brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumed, she was assigned to her task after HW realised that the war wasn’t ending anytime soon. The conflict that did not resolve is talking about the CG’s attacking Beta itself which is where Bismuth poofed Lapis. There is a chance that the battalion of Quartzes Bismuth said she took out with Garnet were also newborn Beta gems, those would be easier to take out, after all. 

The battle where Lapis was poofed and battalions of Quartzes were taken out is most likely the same one where Jasper emerged and had to fight off the CG’s as a newborn. This is again confirmed by Eyeball, her fan, who says Jasper was literally born while a battle was taking place.

The Crewniverse have generally kept this a well-kept secret other than that timeline photo in the SU artbook (I wonder if we were supposed to be able to make all that stuff out? Lol). 

Rebecca Sugar said she designed Lapis and Jasper (and Peridot) at the same time together in the SU artbook, it doesn’t surprise me that Lapis and Jasper’s pasts and characters are so intertwined with each other.

There is this halloween art by Katie Mitroff, a su storyboarder. Lapis as victor frankenstein, the scientist who gains an interest in the creation of life and Jasper as…frankensteins monster - It’s just fun art and probably just a subtle hint if anything, I definitely don’t think the show will have Lapis think she made a monster, Jasper called her a monster in Alone at Sea, so I guess the show is diverting that. Katie did also draw Jasper and Lapis as Juri and Shiori, which have many parallels to them, so keep that in mind…

All of this brings up three questions that I’m most interested in:

Does Lapis know she played a role in Jasper’s creation?

Whenever Peridot spoke of Jasper’s origins, Lapis was coincidentally off screen even though she was there for the rest of Amethyst and Steven’s visit, and in each trip to Beta, the main CG’s + Peridot are always there but never Lapis. So they do seem to be saving this stuff for a grand reveal for whatever reason but I still think she knows Jasper’s a Beta. Her colour scheme and stripes give it away and if Peridot knew all of Jasper’s history, Lapis probably would too. Unless she legitimately doesn’t know and will feel even more guilty for what she did to Jasper. 

Also Peridot does not know that Lapis terraformed Beta so that’s something. She ridicules it to the max, I don’t think she would do that if she knew. She’d probably have made fun of Lapis’ meep morp skill if it was the case, lol.

Does Jasper know Lapis terraformed her kindergarten?

I’m unsure on this one. But if they both know, then I don’t think there’d be a big point in this whole shared history, this kinda stuff seems setup for some big reveal, and I don’t think the CG’s would be as shocked by it, Steven and Amethyst were both surprised that Jasper’s an Earthling but Lapis terraforming shouldn’t be a shock to the CG’s, since it’s her gem role. So I think the reveal is for either Lapis, Jasper or both. 

What does it all mean?

The relationship between Jasper and Lapis is a sensitive topic for many and I never thought the crew would expand on it or even have the guts to do so after Alone at Sea, but then this theory came up and evidence kept stacking up and now in my eyes, it’s practically almost canon at this point. I’m just waiting for Jasper’s inevitable, long-awaited return so we can see how they deal with all this information in-show. I can potentially see this as a way for Jasper and Lapis to have their reconciliation, their trauma both started at the exact same place and time, and they can bond over that.

Communicating With Deities


How do I communicate with my deity?

How do I know if a deity is trying to reach me?

How can I tell if my deity accepted my offering?

How can I receive messages from my deity?

The topic of communicating with deities is the question I get asked the most so I figured it was time to give it its own post. Especially because this question doesn’t have an easy answer.  It’s not as simple as learning to give an offering or how to devote yourself to a deity. There’s no step by step, made for everyone and every deity, guide to communicating. Its ultimately something you have to figure out yourself, though I can offer some help in ways to go about figuring it out. But first I want to clear some things up about communication with deities. I feel there are a lot of misconceptions that surround it and I also need to explain WHY it’s a topic I can’t give you an easy answer to. So let’s get to that!

  1. Faith- So I’ll admit that the obsession that a lot of people have with communicating with their deities confuses me. When I started I didn’t really think much of the hows of interacting with Aphrodite because I, just like with any other religion, assumed that I had to have faith that Aphrodite was listening. I feel like a lot of people are missing that, like being a Hellenic Polytheist means you have constant, consistent, and direct messages from the gods, but that’s not the case. Faith is still an element and honestly it remains an element even when you have been devoted for years. You’re not always going to get confirmations on things you do or ask, actually most of the time you don’t. You just have to have faith they are there and listening
  2. Tumblr - This point is directly related to the first point. I believe that a lot of the misconceptions of communicating with deities and even the obsession with it has a lot to do with our community here on tumblr. I’m not here to accuse anyone or point any blame. I’m not even saying that people are lying or exaggerating. I just think because of everyone sharing their wonderful experiences it’s creating an image of communicating being a natural part of a devotee’s everyday life with their deity. I mean maybe it is for some, but not all. Honestly, a lot of what you are looking at on tumblr are snapshots of worship. Maybe that devotee received an AMAZING sign or message from their deity but perhaps that was the first one in a few months. The truth is, just like with most aspects of our lives, we like to share the fantastic on social media, so don’t take everything you read as the “normal” or the “standard” of devotion. The truth is there really isn’t one and definitely not one for communicating with deities.
  3. Skills - It’s important to keep in mind that communicating with deities can be seen as a skill. And just like with any skill there are those who are “naturally gifted” and others who have to practice practice practice in order to see any results. This is also a reason why you shouldn’t look to others’ experiences as the way it works for everyone. They could be one of those naturally gifted people who are just born tuned into the god frequency or they could also have been practicing and doing a lot of work to get the point where it’s easier to receive messages. So those of you starting out shouldn’t automatically think you will begin getting signs and messages right away, it most likely will be something you have to work towards.
  4. Deities Communicate Differently - A big reason it’s nearly impossible to say how or if a deity is communicating with you is because they do it in different ways. The way Aphrodite and me communicate may not be the same way she communicates with another devotee. A lot of it depends on the devotee. We each have a way of communicating that we will be more receptive to, whether you know it or not. Your deity might know that and choose to use that form, even if you haven’t exactly figured that out yet (fun, right? lol). A deity also may choose a way to communicate depending on the message they are trying to send you. They could also pick a way simply because they find it amusing and/or ironic (i’m looking at you, Hermes). It’s really hard for someone on the outside to tell you for sure how your deity is going to interact with you specifically. I can’t speak for the gods and I can’t speak on your personal relationship with them. Again, it’s something you have to journey through and find answers to yourself.

Now that the bad news is over with, how about I give you some good news? As I said above, I can give you some advice/tips on ways you can figure out how to communicate with your deity yourself. Remember this is a process, a journey, it’s not a faucet. Doing one of these things isn’t going to automatically start the flowing of messages. Just keep that in mind! Now onto the list!

  • Divination - Probably the most popular form of communication with deities is using some form of divination. There’s A LOT to choose from so do your research and see what calls out to you and give it a try! Some examples are tarot, oracle, runes, pendulum, scrying, bibliomancy, shufflemancy, just to name a few.
  • Meditation - I strongly recommend everyone try meditation because there’s a ton of benefits to it and one of those benefits is connecting with your deities. Not only can you receive messages and signs while mediating, the act itself opens you up to be more receptive in your everyday life!
  • Astral Travel - This is another popular method used to communicate with deities. Many people talk about not only receiving messages from their deities, but also full on interaction with them. Make sure you do your research before attempting it! It also may help to practice meditation first.
  • Dreams - Okay so this is one of the easier ones on the list to do. Basically start recording your dreams and see if you notice anything either popping out at you or that’s repeating. Sometimes your deity may just simple show up like “hey, what’s going on? You dreamin?” but other times they aren’t that obvious (why would they make it easy on us?). Recording your dreams is a great way to notice patterns because sometimes it can take multiple dreams to get a message. This applies to the universe as well. Like it took me a good chunk of my life to realize that when the universe wants me to pay attention it throws an abundance of something in my dream, where I’ll be like “shit thats a lot of elephants!” and then another dream years later “What is with all these fucking spiders!?”. Keeping a dream journal makes it easier to notice things like that. You can also ask your deity to appear in your dreams if you so choose (of course whether they do or not is up to them). Also if you’re into it you can use herbs and stones to better receive messages in your dreams and to remember them when you wake up.
  • Journaling - Anyone who has been a follower of me for awhile can probably tell you that my answer for most things is “Keep a Journal” and they are probably eyerolling me right now, lol! But I really believe in the benefits of journaling because they are abundant! I won’t go into all of them because we are talking about communicating with deities and damn it I WILL stay on topic! Just like recording your dreams, recording your waking life can help you spot patterns and possible signs that you might miss otherwise. If you’re like me and interact a lot with your deity through emotions and feelings, journaling is truly wonderful! You can start making connections between actions and your emotions that could help you better understand your deity. I also recommend doing this even if you choose to do one of the other ideas listed above. Recording your progress and your emotions is great for looking back on and seeing how far you come especially in those moments when you feel like you haven’t done much. So yeah, everyone keep a journal!
  • Open Yourself - So those of you who are witches don’t really need much explanation on this and honestly you might have already started on this one, but for the sake of those who might not know let me explain. There are different ways you can better open yourself up so receiving messages can be easier. Using certain stones, burning certain herbs/incense, using oils, casting spells, doing rituals, etc. There’s a lot you can do to help open yourself up to the universe! And these aid a lot in the techniques above!
  • Talk To Others - I know what you’re thinking “Wait, didn’t you say that looking at what someone else does is part of the problem?” Yes, i did, but it can also be helpful as long as you find the balance! Seeing how other devotees of your deity interact with them can at least give you ideas and a direction to go in. The key is not to compare and to not see their devotion as the “one true way”. Think of it more as a brainstorming session!

I just want to add that this post is my own personal opinion and personal reasons why I feel I can’t answer questions of this topic. I hope this post was helpful to those of you who took the time to read it!

Meme credit goes to my hilarious, wonderful and talented wifey @nerdywitchmomma 

Why Atypical is Crap- from an Actual Autistic Person

In case you dont already know Atypical is a hot load of garbage (although this shouldn’t really come as a surprise considering how wonderfully Netflix has dealt with mental health in the past) here is my personal run through.  

This is dedicated to the 100 beautiful porn bots that follow my blog, I’m sure you’ll all appreciate this. If any actual autistic people find this though (and if you manage to read through all this crap), I’d appreciate your pov as well since i probably won’t even cover a tenth of what’s wrong (esp considering I’ve only watched the first episode, but take this as first impressions, if you will). 

  • Apparently autism is synonymous with stupidity, but this isn’t much of a surprise since this has become the sweet new meme among edgy 4chan users. 
  • Autistic people are completely gullible and lack any critical thinking whatsoever
  • Only white straight cis men can be autistic (only). It doesn’t matter they are primarily the only demographic shown with autism and this has been the state of things for far too long, or that we desperately need representation for autistic people who are poc, women or lgbt+ (especially considering that girls are frequently misdiagnosed to the point that some medical professionals- medical professionals- refuse to diagnose girls with autism at all, or that many poc struggle to get a diagnoses or even a review because of racist teachers or psychologists)
  • He’s tech savy bc we all know that if he wasn’t interested in computers he wouldn’t be autistic (though i can say that i do appreciate the fact his main special interest is biology and the antarctic, although it still follows the same STEM stereotype)
  • His sister constantly bullies and makes fun of his symptoms (but she defends him against other people so it’s okay) dad can’t relate bc he doesn’t play sports and just generally acts like he hasn’t realised or got over the fact that his son’s autistic (despite living with him for what? 17 yrs???), mum is a typical Autistic Mum™ who is burdened with her godawful son, both parents heavily imply life would be better without him. Not to mention the mother is v. paranoid about him having any kind of independence, bc he ‘can’t survive without them’They have stereotypical Autistic Family™ down to an art, congratulations Netflix for being so revolutionary, because god forbid autistic people actually have a supportive family or group of friends that dont constantly make fun of them and emphasise how much they make their lives a burden. (btw, im not saying that every autistic kid’s family has to be perfect; but their family could  at least treat them with some dignity and not do what every other ableist show has done)
  • He has zero self awareness, and of course he can’t date or do anything well without being heavily dependent on a nt. (Can I also emphasise that im not saying autistic people dont have these symptoms, just that they are used so often that its a huge stereotype and is portrayed as a crude caricature) 
  • He can’t date what a surprise never seen that one before netflix we already know autistics are r*t*rds that can’t date of course they can't 
  • The stupid as fuck instance when his psychiatrist asks for his brain??? How did they think that was ok?? (and even if it was, it’s totally impractical and ignores the fact that there are plenty of older -and already dead- autistic people who are, you know, not 60+ years away from dying
  • He can only ever talk about his special interest because autistics never talk about anything else you know never. 
  • ‘i can see your bra’ ??? (again, caricature)
  • there’s so much that bugs me but its hard to articulate sometimes so again, if there’s an autistic person who has seen this crap and has something to add i’d really appreciate it.
  • also apparently it was written by non-autistic people (am i surprised??) and the cast isn’t autistic. I dont think i have to go into how fucking stupid this is, considering it’s A STORY ABOUT BEING AUTISTIC AND NO ONE WHO HAS WORKED ON IT IS AUTISTIC. How the fuck do people think making this shit was a good idea?? 
  • ‘every time the phone rings’ (suchhhh a burdennnn, he’s not the same as themmm)
  • Sam is another Sheldon
  • The thing i hate the most about the show is the level of condescension. I feel like the protagonist is presented as the same caricature, straight white guy who is afraid to talk to girls, nerdy and smart but without an ounce of independence, never speaks up for himself and is a collection of all the stereotypes we’ve seen before, he lacks any nuances what so ever. He is another autistic character written by neurotypical people.
  • apparently also their only form of research was talking to autistic kids (bc you know we’re so r*t*rded that we’re all the same, regardless of age) and parents
  • Autism Speaks supports it, I don’t think I need to continue. 

Ok, but all this other stuff isn’t even that infuriating because, you know, we’ve seen it so many times before it’s just laughable. But they crossed a fucking line (and I’m not joking with this one) when they decided that it was ok to use one of my favourite fucking bands in their shit tv show. I’m always going to be reminded of this crap whenever I listen to them again, Netflix, and I’m fukcing pissed its not fucking acceptable. fuck. you.

I feel like I’ve covered most of the things I had problems with, but again I’d love if other autistic people could add on to the discussion (neurotypicals are welcome to reblog)

Good Enough - Steve Harrington

Originally posted by nancyswheelers

Summary/Request: Anon said: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and Steve and you always had flirty/snarky interactions at school and after season 2 when he starts hanging with Dusty, you realize he’s more than the Party boy jock and you become friends (/crushes) and one night Steve is worrying about getting into college and saying he’s not good enough and you get personally offended because he’s wrong and how dare he trash talk someone she cares for and it causes you to confess feelings?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and fluff

Word Count: 1267

NOTE: The first two paragraphs are italicized to symbolize that hey are flash backs!

The final bell had just rang, making you officially late. You cursed under your breath as you jogged into Hawkins High, quickly speeding your way to English. Throwing open the classroom door, the eyes of your classmates and teacher turning their attention to you. With a look of shame you took your seat quickly and began digging through your bag for your textbook. “Took too long staring at yourself in the mirror this late morning Y/N?” The smug Steve Harrington sitting beside you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Bite me Harrington.” You mumbled with a scowl, not bothering to look in his direction. “Don’t tempt with a good time babe.” Giving him the finger had finally shut him up, that and the look of disapproval from your teacher. You and Harrington had a strange friendship, if you could even call it that. One minute he was telling you that you looked beautiful and then the next minute he’s being the douchey party jock that you truly know him as. But nonetheless you didn’t mind the love hate relationship you had with him, he was decent most of the time, but when he wasn’t? You really hated his guts.

Standing at your locker studying for your test next period you could barely concentrate with the babbling Steve standing on the other side of your locker’s open door with one of his basketball friends. Why did he have to be placed right beside you? Whirling around you slammed your locker shut, narrowing your eyes at the tall boy. “Would you shut your mouth Stevie boy? Some of us actually value our education.” You growled, holding up your Chem notes, that infamous smirk of Steve’s on his face once again. “Why don’t you put down those notes and make me?” His friend laughing beside him, Steve shooting an all too friendly wink at you before you had stomped off to the library, hoping to get as far away from Steve as possible. He’s just so full of himself, thinking that he could just flirt away all the problems that you had with him.


Your eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, reading the handwritten paper that was in your hands. Words crossed out and replaced with others, red pen markings covering the pages, this paper has seen better days. “Change the last sentence to reflect on your thesis and you’re golden Stevie.” You glance up at the anxious boy with his arms crossed, biting down on his finger in anticipation. “Really? You think it’s okay? It makes sense and it’s not a load of bullshit?” He spoke, taking the papers back from your hands. “There’s a few grammar mistakes but that’s an easy fix, you did really good Steve.” You offered him a supportive smile, nestling further into your seat on your couch. Over the past few months you and Steve had become oddly close, mostly thanks to your younger brother Dustin befriending the much older boy. But you didn’t seem to mind having him around for your brother, as great of a sister you are, Dusty could use a good brotherly figure in his life. At first you thought it was all a joke, Steve picking Dustin up for the Snow Ball dance, taking him to the arcade, hanging out with him on Sunday afternoons, just some cruel ploy to mess around with you. But the more he came over, the more time you spent around the two, you could tell that the friendship was mutual and most importantly, genuine.

Even with your reassuring comment Steve still didn’t seem confident in his paper, his face scrunched as he read it over for what was probably the 100th time. He sighed, sitting beside you with his head in his hands staying silent, which definitely meant that something was up. “You’re pretty quiet Harrington, what’s on your mind?” You asked scooting closer to him, waiting for a response. Steve mumbled something that was too soft for you to pick up on, resulting in you asking what he had said. “I said what if I don’t get in! I’m just…j-just not good enough! What if my paper sucks and they think I’m-.” He stopped talking only because you had stood up abruptly, your face red with anger. “Oh my god, would you just shut up you dipshit!” You groaned loudly, standing in front of the awestruck boy. “Of course you’re going to get into college! What’s got you worried? The fact that you’ve made a few grammatical errors that I’M helping you fix?” You stopped for a second, only to take a deep breath and start at it again. “You’re an amazing athlete, you’ve got good grades, your personality could charm the pants off of any woman-Ah ah, there’s no time for dirty talk I’m in the middle of a grand soliloquy.” You put your pointer finger up, nagging it at the smirking Steve, knowing exactly what he was going to do if you hadn’t said it. “I’m not going to just sit here and let the person that I love talk shit about themselves and be so harsh when really they should be super happy about the fact that they’re doing fanfucking-tastic! You’ve been stressing over this paper, hell this whole college thing for the past month and a half! Suck it up and accept the fact that you’re getting into college, even if I. myself have to drag you there by your Ferrah Fawcett coated hair.” Taking a deep breath you were finally done with your rant, your hands on your hips in true frustration form. Steve sat there with a cheesy but shy grin, never have you seen that before, making you raise an eyebrow.

“You love me?” Steve asked quietly, standing up from the couch and in front of you now. Thinking back at what you had said your eyes widened, the word had slipped out and you hadn’t even noticed, but clearly the grinning boy in front of you did. A bright blush took over your face, embarrassed that you had let your feelings come out in such an explosive way. But to your defense, that’s what happens when you keep them buried for three months. Steve’s hand came to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear sweetly. “Out of all of what I just said that’s what you choose to focus on? Maybe you aren’t getting into college after all.” You replied back with sass, it was your only defense. Rolling his eyes at you, Steve grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you in closer to him, causing you to giggle. “Shut up and kiss me smartass.” Without any hesitation, you pressed your lips against Steve’s, your arms wrapping around his neck while he kissed you back feverishly.

Never would you have imagined you would be standing intertwined, kissing the jocky Steve Harrington. But overtime he proved that he was much more than just the average party going, cocky all-star athlete. He was much more than all of those things, he was caring, seriously overprotective, kind hearted when he wanted to be, and most of the time his intentions were nothing but pure and good. Steve and you pulled apart after a minute or two of heavy kissing. “Come on lover boy, let’s finish this paper so we can get back to the fun stuff.” You encouraged with an eyebrow raise, taking his hand and pulling him back to the couch with a red pen back in your hand.

“Oh man do I love you and the sound of that.”

Author’s Note: I can’t believe I banged out this request so fast tonight but I think it turned out pretty well! Let me know what you guys think! Requests are open!! xx Lexie.

Masterlist

missing, if seen, please report to- [ teen!richie x teen!reader x teen!stan ] .1

summary: it’s the 90′s and richie tozier is still in love with you. in an unexplainable turn of events, the losers are lead to believe that pennywise is back. and that you’re missing because of him.

warnings: none YET

a/n: dis will be a series?
also, requested by anon:  Hey! Can you do a female!reader x Richie where they are at a sleepover with all the losers and everyone is sleeping when they start talking about kisses and they’re trying to be quiet; they are going to kiss, but both of them are wearing glasses so it just makes a loud “clank” when they try? Thanks! (that actually happened to be rip)

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PART 2.

MASTERLIST.

Please fucking think about me. Because all I do is think about you.

It is hopeless, however, because Richie Tozier can’t reach you no matter how hard he tries and simply regards you with a longing look as you pass through the halls. The two of you are worlds apart. Exist in the same space as different entities, parallel lines, occasionally meeting but never meant to touch. And he had had this fire burning in him since he was eleven. How could he not? You were best friends back then. With him. With everyone. Now, you’re merely a shadow of your former self, an unexplainably hot shadow, but so different you’re hardly recognizable.

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On Bakugou’s Pride

I feel like Bakugou is definitely one of the more complex characters in BnHA, absolutely the one with the biggest personal arc, the typical ‘antagonist who is one of the good guys but also an asshole’.
It’s a trope, I’m sure.
My initial idea was to make a single profile for him, but something like that would quickly become a full length novel because there’s Way Too Much to unpack, so I'ma settle for a Whole Bunch of Smaller (but still Stupidly Long) meta’s.
Starting with: Bakugou’s Pride, and his self-image.
Also, since I’m far from the only person making BnHA analyses, shout-out to @saisai-chan  who has posted just… so much Bakugou meta, and who has been very helpful in inspiring some of these ideas.


Bakugou’s Perfect Origin Story

Let’s start with how stories work in the BnHA universe.
Horikoshi is writing a very self aware story. His universe is a modern one, in which marketing and imagery are important.
You can see it in All Might. This is a man that clearly gets his inspiration from American Silver Age comics. He’s flashy, just all-round GOOD and constantly spouting americanisms. And while he isn’t necessarily 'fake’ in the sense that Yagi’s personality definitely matches, it is also just that: a meticulously crafted image.
It even literally 'pops’ when he’s out of the limelight to reveal his true form.
In this world, heroes are celebrities, as such they project a certain image.
Even the kids know this. People like Kirishima are told that hero-ing is all about the ratings and the entertainment factor.
This is a world in which Stories matter.

 Bakugou knows this.
I truly believe that Bakugou, being the smart sort of fanboy he is, is pretty damn genre-savvy. He’s well aware of the importance of images and stories.
You see, he  had already decided upon his Perfect Origin Story, like, ages ago. From a very young age, he was destined for greatness.
Everyone kept telling him so, of course. He didn’t really have a reason to doubt this.
He’s shown as a kid sporting a bunch of yes-men and admirers. His teachers never seem inclined to curb that boastfulness. Before he arrives in UA, no one ever seems to try to take him down a peg. Like at all.
He can be blowing up Midoriya in a classroom with the teacher still present and no one even attempts to stop him.

This, incidentally, is a pretty unhealthy way to grow up, and it did little to curb the crueler sides of his personality.

But he still wants to be a hero. He wants the money, the fame. He wants to WIN.
Please note that right now, he wants to be a hero for all the wrong reasons. Where Midoriya has this compulsion to help, where Kirishima is looking for courage and some sense of manhood, Bakugou just wants  to be better than everyone else. Because, at this point in his development, he’s very much a selfish asshole.

And he’s determined to do be the best, by also crafting the Best Origin Story.
He’s even made these rules for himself. 'I have to be the only one from this small local school to make it into UA’, 'I have to be always on top, never be helped’.
He’s completely fixated on 'the right back story’ because the fucker is a hero fanboy and he wants to Live the Life like the big heroes do it.

And Deku, bless him, is Constantly Fucking up that Plan.
At least that’s what it must look like in Kacchan’s eyes.

But truth be told, Bakugou’s Perfect Hero Origin Story has been falling apart since the very start of the series.
BnHA may be the story of Midoriya becoming the strongest hero, but it is also very much the story of 'how Bakugou’s self image got smashed into the ground over and over again’.

Once he’s ready to enter UA, his Origin Story is already muddled. 
Instead of the right debut under the right circumstances, he’s Sludge Kid.
Instead of never being helped, being the only on in his class to go to UA, being destined to greatness, he finds himself, literally, a side character, an antagonist even, in Deku’s story.
And I honestly believe that Bakugou, at some point, realizes this. Everyone likes a good underdog story. Part of the reason Bakugou is so angry with Midoriya when he finds out about his quirk, is because he feels Betrayed. Like Midoriya hid his quirk all these years just to have a proper 'rise to power’ story.
It’s a first crack in the perfect façade that Bakugou has created for himself.
Right now, he still believes in his ‘destiny’, but it won’t be for long.


(this is 3.4k words long. I’m sorry)

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Flirt // Chandler Riggs Imagine

Chandler is more slightly more over-confident and cheeky in this one, instead of the aDORABLE CINNAMON ROLL he usually is.

Requested by: @fannyimagines

PROMPT: The reader has a part on twd as Carl’s love interest. Chandler flirts with her during a panel, only making the fans ship them more<3

Hope you enjoy my loves!

-Mads<3

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C H A N D L E R // 1 2 4 8

I nervously tugged at my top as I stood behind the stage with the rest of the cast. We were about to go on for a twd panel at ComicCon. I had done panels a million times before but this was the first time I was properly nervous.

The only reason I was so scared was because I noticed I had been getting more attention lately on social media, which worried me because I might be asked more questions than normal. My recent ‘fame’ It was due to the fact that I was beginning to get a bigger part in the show. I had been on The Walking Dead for years, playing Melissa Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s daughter. I had a decently important role, and I loved it.

Now, in season 6, I had lots more screentime due to the fact that I was becoming Carl’s love interest. Chandler was my best friend on set, so naturally, we were both super excited to have more time to work together. Well, I was probably more excited than him because let’s face it, Chandler’s pretty damn cute.

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Timid | Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff, soft, hybrid!au
Words: 8.4k+
Notes: Alternatively and affectionately titled ‘Squishy’

Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired. 

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Shorts. Sweets || UnoSequels. Timid pt 2 (coming soon)


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Valentine’s Gift for @peanut-milk for the @aftgexchange.

The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)


“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.

Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.

“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”

Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”

Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him.  He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—

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For Better

AN: So here is part two to For Worse…Part three should be up….here….and that is the mini series done ^_^ If you have any requests for anything (I’m not fandom specific even though it seem like it lol) and I have heard of it I will write it. @wtfisachoncexx @daniissuchadani @everyartistwas-firstanamateur (I think this is everyone who asked to be tagged if not sorry!


It’s the clicking of the heels that startles them. The assistants and interns find themselves fleeing a little scared when you strut through the halls of Wayne Enterprises, especially when you had a meeting. You had never been one to mess around when it came to business, but these past four months had done wonders for your work ethic. That meant that everyone else was forced to try to keep up with your breakneck pace.

“They’re ready for you, Mrs. Wayne,” your assistant, Lilian, states as she falls into step with you. Even though it’s been months since the two of you had legally separated, it still stung when you heard the name.

“Thank you,” you say taking the folder she hands to you. “In about an hour call the car around, I’ll have to shoot across town for a meeting.”

“In an hour?” She questions flicking through her iPad examining your schedule. “You’ll barley make it back here for the meeting of investors.”

“Crazier things have been done,” you say with a shrug.

“I know it’s just- you’re spreading yourself awfully thin, Mrs. Wayne.”

You stop in front of the conference room, and for a moment you turn and glare at her. It causes her to flinch back a little. “Just get it done, Lilian.”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Good.”

You take a deep breath before you pull open the door to the conference room. When you enter, the board sits up to greet you. It doesn’t miss you that there is still a body that is slumped over in a chair, snoring quite loudly. You give a polite smile in return.

“Ladies, Gentlemen thank you for waiting,” you say as you walk to the opposite end of the table and taking your customary position at the head of the table. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Not at all Mrs. Wayne, we know you’re a very busy woman,” It’s one of the women on the board who says this as she cuts her eyes angrily to the sleeping form of the man not two chairs over. “Working women, have it hard these days.”

The jab doesn’t go over your head, and the decent thing to do would be to curb her anger and assure her that Bruce takes the job seriously, but you don’t feel like being decent.

“We all have to pick up the slack somewhere,” you say with a charming smile.

It gets a few chuckles and brings you a bit of satisfaction at his expense.

“Now that we’ve had a bit of fun, let’s get down to business talking about this quarters budget for R&D.”

***

The meeting was over about an hour later, the exact time you’d predicted. Unfortunately for Bruce, he’d woken up about forty-five minutes into the meeting, and found himself completely out of the loop. Lucius Fox had taken the opportunity to take the time to discreetly tell him that you’d convinced the board to expand on the funding for the quarter, not only for R&D, but for the Wayne foundation and a few other requests of his.

You knew this would come back to bite you in the ass, that he’d try to thank you for this. So, you weren’t even slightly startled when he was waiting for you near the elevator.

Luckily for you when the doors of the elevator close, he doesn’t move to stand next to you, he keeps his distance.

“Lucius told me what you did. Thank you,” His voice is quiet and slightly hoarser than what you are used.

“Well you were asleep, and I figured you had some sort of case and needed the tech,” you don’t look at him when your reply. In fact, you know you’d feel a combination of hostility and heartache if you did turn to look at him. Instead you settle on crossing your arms and biting the inside of your cheek.

It’s a long way down from the top of Wayne tower and it gives him a chance to re-gather his thoughts.

“We should go to dinner and talk,” he tries.

“If it’s not about one of the children there is nothing for us to talk about,” you say curtly. “Speaking of which, I won’t be coming by to get Damian for the weekend. I have plans.”

“Plans?”

“A prior engagement. Damian already knows the details so there is no need to worry about having to tell him.”

“Is it date?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You’re still my wife.”

“Temporarily.”

Its silent in the elevator as the dagger in his heart turns slightly. Had you really been planning on divorce? He been holding out hope that one day you’d come home. That the two of you would be able to talk over and fix things and the family could be whole again.

Since you left, he had been empty. Going through the motions of being Bruce Wayne. A little more attentive when he was Batman, but that was only because he was required to be.

The elevator dings to a stop when it reaches the ground floor, and even from your position you can see the black town car waiting for you.

“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Wayne.”

He doesn’t look up to even watch the sway of your hips as you walk out of the elevator. He can’t bring himself to look up. He’s afraid someone will see the swollen red rim of his eyes, irritated with the tears that he’s holding back.

***

“This isn’t big enough,” you say running a frustrated hand through your hair. “I thought that you said the building was huge.”

The realtor, taps nervously on her tablet. The frown and glare that are focused in her direction have her nervous. She’s likely to lose her job if she can’t please you, and she knows this.

“W-well, ma’am, the owner has decided to only rent half of the space immediately. He’s been burned before by businesses who wanted the space, but couldn’t pay for the entire rent. I’m sure it’s a trial basis, a few months in business and I’m sure that you’ll be able to rent the whole thing.”

You let out a heavy sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, in irritation. One of the only buildings that wasn’t owned by Wayne Enterprises, some subsidiary, or receiving funding from some sort of Wayne charity, and the owner was being a complete ass.

“Do they know, who I am?” You mutter childishly. “I could by this whole building if I wanted to.”

The mousy girl looks at you with a slightly gaping mouth and she squeamishly rubs her hands together. She fixes her lips to respond, but something catches her eye.

“Oh- “

“I’m afraid, miss, I don’t know who you are and that it’s probably going to be one of my greatest misfortunes.”

At the sound of the voice you turn and examine the man. He’s tall and well dressed in a nearly-black suit. As he nears closer, you can see how handsome he is. His dark hair and pale skin makes the pink of his full lips pop slightly and his brown eyes are warm but hold a fair bit of mischief in them.

“Justin Kang,” he says holding out his and to shake yours. You take his hand and offer your name.

“Beautiful,” he said with a smile and you feel your cheeks flush slightly.

“Mr. Kang,” the realtor interrupts. “She wants all of the space, you should know that she’s more than able to cover the rent.”

“I’m sure she is,” he says as he examines your outfit. “I know Armani when I see it.”

“You have good taste in clothes then,” you say.

“Not just in clothes.”

The flirting cause a bit of a smile to cross your face, “If you knew any better, you’d know a good lessee when you saw one.”

“True,” he says with a shrug, “But Gotham is dangerous, I’m sure you’ve been told that I was scammed before.”

“We all have been, in one way or another, just something about this town.”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Mrs. Wayne?”

His smile increases when he sees your eyes widen in surprise. You’d used your mother’s maiden name on your application and you hadn’t even told the realtor your last name, out of fear that she’d show you buildings with his name on them.

“Can you give us a second?” You ask the wide-eye realtor who was gaping at you. She nods and scurries out the building. “Have we met?”

He shrugs and slips his hands into his suit pockets coolly as he starts to pace slightly, “At a party once or twice. Of course, you probably don’t remember, your eyes were glued to your husband that night, like they usually are, or were.”

“Were?” you question with an eyebrow.

“This isn’t the first time I flirted with you, it’s just the first time you noticed, and the first time your responded.”

“Oh,” you say slightly embarrassed. You try to remember the handsome man, but whenever you think about any of the parties that you’ve attended over the years the only face that you can picture is Bruce.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, you were in love with him,” he says nonchalantly. “But it seems like that ship has sailed.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I’m only going to hurt your feelings,” he says with a shake of his head.

“Spit it out,” you say with pursed lips and an arched brow.

“Men like Bruce Wayne can only stay faithful for so long. Even when they have the most beautiful woman in the world right in front of them. They have the want to possess more than they have even if they have whatever they could possibly need right in front of them. They’ll say to themselves ‘It’ll be just this once,’ but once they get a little taste, they’re hooked. The lying, the scheming, the forbidden pleasure, it’s all an adrenaline rush and they’ll keep chasing it. For some men, it’s that thrill with one woman, I think it’s far easier to deal with when it’s multiple.”

“And why is that?”

“With multiple women or men, I don’t judge, it’s just sex. There is no feeling there, no time for an emotional bond to develop. When it’s just one woman he keeps going back to over and over again, there is a bond in that infidelity and that’s where the pain lies.”

You don’t respond, but you swallow thickly at his description.

“You wouldn’t have entertained my flirting if you were still utterly devoted to him. Any educated guesser would say he’s cheated. I wonder what kind of man Bruce is,” he muses looking deep into your eyes like he is reading. “A serial fucker or an emotional cheater.”

“You’re an asshole,” you spit out.

“True, I never said I was a nice guy.”

“Which type of cheater are you, then?” you asked nostrils flared.

“Neither.”

“Neither?”

“I don’t believe in monogamy. It’s not for me. I like sex and I like beautiful people. I offer sex they accept or decline.”

“Is that you are hoping to get out of this situation?”

“I’d be lying if I said no, but that would make you uncomfortable.”

Your heart catches in your chest at the sly smirk that works its way onto his face.

“How about I make you a proposition.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m willing to part with this build, for half of what I bought it for. At this point it’s only costing me money, and I’m not in Gotham enough to start a business myself here. You however, seem like an ambitious woman.”

“I am, but what’s the catch, flattery will get you nowhere with me if we are talking business.”

“A friend of mind is hosting a benefit Saturday, red carpet, cameras, and a lot of wine. Be my date.”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” you say arms crossed.

“That’s your choice, but I think that you might change your mind when you see how charming I can be.”

A cocky smile works its way across his face and you would have loved smack it off, but you find him interesting. He doesn’t make your palms sweat or your heart jump the way Bruce does, but he’s entertaining enough that you know that if you went with him that you wouldn’t be bored.

On the other hand, you really did have something to do on Saturday and it had to do with why you were trying to rent the building in the first place. This was a perfect place to situate a fashion studio. You’d put your designing on the back burner when you got married, but you were quite famous in your own right for your bold choice in fabrics and colors. It was a dream that you’ve had since you were a little girl, and what you went to school for. You’d planned to spend Saturday sketching new designs, picking out fabrics and starting work on one of your more recently designed products. It was a chance for you to be alone and work on what made you happy.

But going out and having a fun time with a handsome stranger didn’t sound too bad either.

“Alright Mr. Kang, let’s see if you can show me a good time.”

***

He’s stunned, more than stunned when he sees her. He can feel anger pool in his belly and despair cause his heart to drop. The world seemed to stop when he saw the smile spread across her face. The flash of the cameras seemed to cause the glitter embedded into her midnight blue dress to shine like small stars.

She looked gorgeous and it made him angry. Not because she was here, she was a socialite after all and he should have expected her to find her way to one of these events without him sometime. But he expected her to be alone, the same way he was.

There is a flash of a camera in his face and he’s distracted momentarily from your form. He turns and smiles at the cameras, a mask of contentment settled on his face, but his mouth feels dry because of his misery.

“How does it feel to see, your wife here with someone else, Mr. Wayne?”

He doesn’t answer, he never answered paparazzi questions unless there was a reason for it. And he certainly had never answered any questions about his separation before and he wasn’t about to start now.

That didn’t mean that the question didn’t hurt. That it didn’t get under his skin, because everyone in earshot could tell it did by the clenching of his fist, even though he forced his smile wider across his face.

He glances back at the woman and he can only look at her for so long, because he realizes at that moment, she’s not his. The smile on her face tells him that. The hand curled securely in the dip of her waist tells him that. And the laugh the tumbles forth from her lips when her date leans down to whisper a joke in her ear tells him that.

When was the last time he made her laugh like that or made her smile like that? He couldn’t remember and that was a problem.

He walks the rest of the carpet without stopping for anymore photos and heads inside the building with his mind made up to head straight for the bar, this was going to be a long night.

***

He hasn’t let go of her all night and she hasn’t stopped looking at him with stars in her eyes. Bruce wonders if she even is aware that he was watching. He puts the thought out of his mind when the man twirls her and dips her back and she throws her head back in laughter when he brings her back up. There are nearly tears in her eyes from how much fun she’s having. The sounds that she’s making are only possible if she was experiencing pure joy. She wouldn’t fake that just to get back at him.

He lifts his glass up to his lips as he purposefully moves his eyes around the dwindling crowd of people, trying to lose the happy couple. He knows it won’t work, he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off them when the room was filled to capacity, and so he definitely wouldn’t be able to lose them now.

The alcohol felt like sand when it hit the back his throat, and he knew he was done for the night. He would leave his customary donation with the organizers of the event and he would head home miserably.

Maybe being separated really was what was best for them, for her. She hadn’t been this happy in such a long time and he deserved to suffer for taking that joy from her.

He casts a fleeting glance over at the couple again and this time he manages to catch her eye. She seems surprised to see him and her eyes quickly search the surrounding areas, looking for a date. When doesn’t find one she turns her gaze back to the man with a skeptical eyebrow, but her attention is quickly shifted away from him and back to her date as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

Bruce feels sick at the sight and he must exit the building in the hurry. He couldn’t stay and watch the love of his life be swept off his feet by another man. Especially when he could see how much better off without him she was.

***

You had tried your best not to drink, save for a polite glass of champagne that’d been poured for you when you entered the building, but right now, Justin’s lips were more intoxicating than anything you had in a long time.

Pressed against the wall of your penthouse next to the door, you can feel your body warm from the contact of flesh. A large hand reaches for one of your thighs and pulls it around his waist. His lips move down from your mouth down to your neck and you lean back to give the man access.

Your hands slip down his back digging into his skin as he grinds his hips into yours. His hand reaches behind your back to unzip the back of your dress and time seems to slow for a moment. As his hand slowly pulls the zipper down and he nips at the side of your neck, you feel strange.

A combination of guilt and rolls over you in waves. You feel good, he feels good, but is he the person that you want to be making you feel good? Are you ready for this right now? Suddenly you feel your heart and mind rejecting him as images of you and Bruce in a similar position assault your senses. And though rationally you know there is no reason to feel this way because the circumstances that brought you to this situation, you realize that you aren’t ready to be touched this way by someone who isn’t Bruce, let alone someone who is practically stranger.

“S-stop,” you whisper as you pull your arms away. “I can’t do this.”

The man halts his ministrations and pulls his face back from your neck and meets your gaze with furrowed brows, “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you say with a shake your head as you rest your hands on his chest.

His grip on your thigh loosens and your free to let the leg fall back down to the ground.

“I’m not ready for this yet,” you say looking up at him. “I thought I could but I can’t, but it’s not your fault.”

He looks at you for a moment eyebrows still furrowed. He takes your chin gently in between his fingers and he stares directly into your eyes. When he’s satisfied with whatever he finds a smirk crawls its way back over his face. “You’re looking right through me once again.”

“What?” you question as he backs away from your form and begins to straighten out his suit.

“I should have known that one look from him would have you head-over-heels again.”

You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you straighten your gown but you don’t deny the allegation. You had been surprised to see Bruce at the party, and admittedly felt a shock of excitement shoot through your veins when you saw that he was alone. Just him showing up had shifted your entire mood and even on the car ride home, where you and Justin had been engaged in a heated exchange of kisses, you weren’t able to get his blue orbs outs of your mind. In some ways that made you angry, if you couldn’t forget about him after you’ve separated, why was he able to sleep with someone else while you were together?

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says wiping his lips with the handkerchief to get rid of the last of your lipstick. “Some people need more time to heal than others.”

“I shouldn’t have lead you on.”

“You didn’t,” he says with the shake of his head as he heads for the door. You follow close behind him to lead him out. “I knew what to expect.”

You give him a smile, “Thanks for taking me out tonight, it was the first time I felt like myself in a long time.”

“You should treat yourself more often, so you can learn what makes you happy. It’s the only way that you’ll get better.”

“I think I found it,” you say and you motion over your shoulder to the dummy in the middle of the living room that has pieces of fabric attached to it.

“Oh, that reminds me,” he says slipping his hand into one of his pockets. He pulls out a ring of keys and lays it gently into one of your hands. “My gift to you.”

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack,” he says with a shrug. “It’s just a building. If there was one person I could have settled down with it would have been you. You gave me the gift of being able to see what it would have been like to be with you tonight, so if I can give you something that I know will make you happy in return, I have no problem doing it.”

You blink at him with wide eyes and you feel a blush roll over your cheeks at his confession, “That’s very sweet of you.”

“No, it’s selfish, I’m holding out hope you divorce the asshole so I can have an actual chance.”

You chuckle, “Maybe your right. Someone like you may be better for me after all.”

“It possible.”

You walk him out to the elevator and when the doors open and he walks in he gives you a wave, “Come find me when your single, Mrs. Wayne.”

FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 11

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AN: We are getting so close to finishing this series which makes me sad but I’m thankful for all of you and I finally hit 4k followers this weekend which incredible!!

(Part One)(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)(Part Nine)(Part Ten)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,462

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic,

Archie thought it best to miss out the gory details of his and FP’s conversation by telling you that FP didn’t talk at all whilst he was there. 

In the meantime, you had managed to convince Kevin to talk to Joaquin about FP’s one phone call and that was the next piece of the puzzle that you were waiting on. 

Archie had informed you that FP had been working with another Serpent called Mustang but what he didn’t tell you was that he was going with Kevin, Joaquin and Veronica to go interrogate said-Serpent. You didn’t find out until Archie called you to ask for a lift. 

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