emison shippers outside marlene’s house after she actually went through with the pregnancy arc and forcing emily to be with alison instead of letting them develop as the couple she promised they would be
warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance
“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”
The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.
He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.
Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”
It was a known fact that Captain Levi enjoyed tea, some even thought his entire diet consisted of it. Because he liked tea, everyone who liked the Captain made it for him, in order to impress him and gain his praises, but they never did, it was always `thanks` in that flat tone of his that always insinuated `it`s not very good, try again`. Little did they know it wasn`t because they`d steeped it too long or used the wrong blend, or even the wrong tea cup, but because they all assumed Levi liked his tea black and bitter.
Levi loathed straight black tea, despite popular belief, and whenever someone made him a cup he`d make sure add about a hundred spoonfuls of sugar to it. It`s why no one ever saw him preparing his own tea, or drinking it after they`d served it to him, what would they think if they saw their war hardened Captain pouring all that sugar into his tea because he couldn`t have it black?
Drinking black tea in a plain white mug was manlier than sweet tea with lots of cream in his favorite baby blue tea cup, and he had an image to uphold. It was like if he asked for strawberry milk instead of a beer, like choosing a unicorn over a horse, you just didn`t do it. So Levi kept his little sweet tooth secret, never would anyone see him pouring half the bag of sugar into his tea, or the fact that the tea in the black tea tin was actually his favorite rose blend.
He`d sit up in his office, choose one of his favorite tea sets and drink his feminine choice in drink in peace, it`s where he thought he was completely safe from prying eyes and mocking gazes. He liked having his fluffy quilt of cotton and floral fabric, an old one he`d found, but was able to mend himself, and a good book, particularly romance novels where one couldn`t be with the other due to their age difference but somehow they would love one another anyway and live happily ever after.
No one ever dared disturb him during this time, everyone around knew they were his designated relaxation hours. Everyone who`d been with him for long enough knew that, everyone except Eren. Eren who looked up to him the most, Eren who would lose all respect for him if he knew how soft his Captain really was, Eren who never fucking knocked before coming in.
“Captain! I was looking all over for… you.” Eren shouted coming in, only to pause at the scene before him. Captain Levi curled up in his way too big desk chair bundled up in a rose patterned blanket that seemed to swallow him whole, a book with a romantic title, “To Love Him Is Wrong, But I Cannot Bring Myself To Be Right”, and was that two guys on the cover? But most of all he had a well made, pearly pink, china tea set with cherry blossoms and rosy branches painted all over it and a tea cup full of creamy looking peach colored tea, definitely not the dark black he usually drank.
“Captain what are you…?”
Levi looked like a cross between furious, embarrassed and ready to cry.
Here it comes, he`s going to cut into his ass and never respect him again. Levi would have to beat him harder than he had at the tribunal to get him to take him seriously ever again.
“Wow, seriously sir, you`re just adorable if you don`t mind me saying so!” Eren squealed, holding his own face in his hands. Levi blinked, technically, this was what he`d been dreading, to be seen in a soft, weak light, but… it didn`t feel so bad with Eren doing it.
“Is that so?” Levi had to be sure, Eren nodded eagerly at the question.
“Mh! It`s awesome you can be cute like this but still kick ass!” The boy praised. Levi hadn`t ever thought of it that way, but still…
“Ahem, thank you Eren. But you can`t say anything about this okay?” Levi said, Eren looked confused for a moment, like he wanted to ask questions, but then understanding filled his green orbs instead.
It looked like Eren was going to give him some lecture about pride or something so Levi shut him up quick, “It`s our special secret.” He whispered, immediately Eren`s face lit up like a Christmas tree, not just anyone got to know about the Captain`s special secrets so he must have really trusted Eren in particular! Aa, he wanted to brag about it but, if Levi trusted him to keep it a secret then he wouldn`t say a word.
“Yes sir! My lips are sealed!” Eren promised,
Levi had never been more relieved it was Eren who`d barged into his office.
Once Eren had found out about his little secret the boy had pestered him until he`d given him the recipe for his ideal tea, five spoons of sugar, three splashes of cream and use the rose blend on the top shelf of the pantry, and the shifter took it as his duty to prepare Levi`s tea from then on, because he knew Captain`s secret now so he could prepare what he liked, and Levi let him. Only because somehow the brat`s tea was a hundred times better than his own. When he made it, it was just sweet enough, always steeped to perfection, always had a creamy texture and was never gritty, sometimes he`d even put actual rose petals in for extra flavor.
No longer did Levi have to tiptoe about just to get a cup of tea, because Eren always seemed to know when he was craving it and would be at his door with a steaming pot ready for him. But it became more than tea too, he brought him warm sweaters, Captain always looks so cold in that blanket, new books, I didn`t know what you liked to read but this one has guys on the cover too, and kept him company.
Levi didn`t know how close they were becoming, how he would let Eren share his quilt because it was big enough for both of them, let Eren blush himself silly trying to read his romance books aloud, let the cadet lay his head on his lap when he got sleepy. And when he finally did notice, he didn`t mind as much as he should, at all really. He could admit it, if only to himself, he really liked Eren. In the kind of way his novels described, his heart would beat fast, his hands would sweat - disgusting - and he would feel light whenever he was near. Geez he really was turning into a girl wasn`t he?
Still, he should have guessed such bliss couldn`t last.
It had been another day, pretty slow in terms of training and such since there wasn`t anything urgent to learn so Eren had come to his office earlier than normal, baring his usual gifts of a large blanket and tea and cookies to share. Levi had looked up from his blasted paperwork to find the boy smiling down at him and he allowed himself a small one in return. He pushed his work aside, Eyebrows would get it when he finished dammit, and opened his arms to invite Eren over into the large chair like always. Eren had happily squeezed in next to him, draping the big blanket over their heads and shoulders and poured the two some of his delicious tea.
Right as they were settling in, Eren laying his head on Levi`s to read over his shoulder, they`d switched out romance novels for action/adventures, the door was flung open in a flurry of `I`m sorry for intruding` and bad undercuts. Oluo stood in the doorway bowing until he was almost in half and holding out more paperwork, seriously, more Erwin? Do your own damn paperwork! Straight out in front of him. Instead of jumping up Eren had pulled him closer protectively, not knowing who had been coming in at first and Levi sat completely still.
“F-forgive me sir! You weren`t answering your door so I…” Oluo had started up with his rambling apology and raised his head to do so properly, but he was met with the sight of Captain Levi looking terribly small wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket with… with the newbie! And what was with that tea? It was pink! Just what exactly was he seeing here!?
“What is all of this?” Oluo yelled, of course he bit his tongue in the process.
Eren`s eyes shot over to look at Levi who was still frozen with shock and looked ready to cry again, he had to do something to keep the Captain`s secret, as painful as this would be for him, he couldn`t let his Captain take this, it was time for him to repay all his kindness these past days.
“Ahem, this is all me.” Eren said seriously, his voice was really out of place in the fluffy scene. Levi shot him a look of disbelief but he didn`t stop, let me do this for you sir, he thought. “I… I like all this kind of stuff, and I dragged Captain into with me, and because he was kind he stayed, even though he doesn`t like this kind of thing at all!”
Oluo sneered at him, “Hah, should have known you were a weirdo, what are you some kind of girl? Hah! You`re lucky the Captain`s such a good man, I wouldn`t have let a rookie like you get away with it though, I`d-”
As Oluo continued to lecture Eren, Levi couldn`t tear his eyes away from him. This boy, with so little already, had taken such a hard blow to his pride, saved Levi from humiliation, without even being asked to. He was sitting through the harsh words hewas supposed to be getting, he was the one who liked all this, in fact, Eren was the one who liked his tea black without anything else between them. Eren had taken the bullet for him like it was nothing, he would have never imagined he cared that much.
“Enough Oluo.” Levi ordered, he couldn`t let this continue.
“But sir! He`s the one who dragged you into-”
“Hoh? Did I stutter? That was an order soldier.” He told the man darkly, and with a not manly at all squeak he scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him so Levi wouldn`t give chase.
After he`d left Eren let out a nervous laugh, “Haha, that was close wasn`t it sir?”
“Why did you do it Eren?” Levi cut in, why would anyone, no matter how close, take that kind of pain for another?
Eren`s eyes darted around uneasily as he let out another laugh.
“W-well I promised to keep your secret didn`t I? And I-”
“Eren. Don`t lie, what`s the real reason? Even if you were keeping my secret you didn`t have to take the blame.”
“I-I guess there`s no hiding it then huh?” … “I-I like you Captain.” The boy admitted, ah, Levi`s heart was skipping every other beat again.
“And because I like you, I had to protect you sir. Please forgive me for having these weird feelings for you!” Eren pleaded, he pulled the blanket they`d been sharing over his head further to hide himself completely from view.
Eren liked him. Eren liked him. He could feel not only a burning blush covering his cheeks, but a big - big for him that was - smile spreading on his face as he let out a breathy laugh, there was nothing really funny about it, but it was more of a relief kind of laugh. If Eren was weird, Levi supposed he was too right?
He wiggled his way under the blanket with Eren, even as he tried to shift away and hide more, and pulled him into a soft kiss that stopped his struggling instantly. Levi wasn`t very experienced, he just sort of, held their lips together, but Eren hummed contently and it felt good, really good, even if they weren`t doing anything. When he could bring himself to pull back a minute or so later he whispered to the boy,
“I like you too, Eren.”
Eren gaped when his lip fell away from his, his eyes growing impossibly larger - because they were already so big - at his superior`s confession. Levi was a bit nervous, maybe he had read his words wrong and Eren didn`t like him that way. Maybe Levi had made a comeplete fool of himself and really made Eren lose respect for him that no beating would restore.
But then Eren`s dropped jaw formed a smile, a happy, joyful smile, like Levi had promised him the world in just one confession.
The grin on Eren`s face made his own small smile grow just that much more as the kid pulled him into a bear hug and laughed like he`d heard the funniest thing in the world. His laughter was deep and contagious and Levi started laughing too, his lighter, quieter giggles mixing with Eren`s well.
What were they even doing? Giggling like two teenagers - technically one of them was - underneath a blanket like it was their own little world. But Levi didn`t care, for once in a long, long time, he was just happy. The two eventually calmed down enough to form words, Eren`s first ones were thanking him for accepting his feelings. Speaking of thanks, now that they were technically together he could…
“Eren, I want to thank you for saving me before.” Levi said lowly, shifting himself closer to Eren`s lap. Eren looked at him strangely, reminding him he`d already said that. Sigh, this brat had no idea how to take hints did he? Figures he would fall for someone like that.
“No, I want to… repay your kindness Eren.” Levi purred, taking the boy`s face in his hands as it finally clicked for him, you could practically hear it.
“Mmhm, would you like that Eren?”
Taking that as the approval he needed, Levi pulled the blanket away from their heads and let it fall to the floor. Eren laid back on the plushy chair when Levi`s hands pushed him against it, using his shoulders as leverage to crawl over him and straddle his waist.
They looked at each other for a moment, breath quickening at what was to come, Eren made the first move with a noisy `gulp` and pulled Levi close by the small of his back with one hand and tilted his head forwards with the other, closing the gap between them second time. Eren was more forceful than Levi had been as he worked his lips against Levi own, loving the sound of his stuttering gasp when he dared dart his tongue out to slide across his plump bottom lip to coax them to part.
He let his hands wander down this body he`d admired for so long, caution slowly slipping from his mind, running along Levi`s back, his arms, his hips, before settling on his ass to give it a timid squeeze, causing Levi to let out a scandalized squeak, making the mistake of opening his mouth to let Eren enter it easily. Levi didn`t seem to understand at first, why his mouth was suddenly so hot, but he still moaned at the feeling of Eren tongue inside his mouth, against his own, rubbing against it and exploring every part it could reach.
Eren pulled back, Levi`s lips chasing after his as he did so, to tug at the Captain`s shirt, his implications clear. Levi blushed harder but lifted his arms so Eren could pull the cloth away. Eren`s hands instantly stroked his sides and grabbed at his hips, muttering to himself `so smooth` and `pretty, you`re very pretty sir` as he was captivated by the newly exposed skin. Levi felt flatter but, also cheated. Eren was still fully clothed…
“N-now you.” He insisted, trying to sound firm. Eren held back a smile, he was being shy again. Either way Eren obeyed, taking his shirt from the bottom hem and slipping it over his head confidently, though he did feel a bit exposed now since Levi was no longer the only one like this and was staring at him so intensely. Silver eyes roamed his chest and abs shamelessly, but his hands were a different story, hiding themselves deeper into his brown locks, too frightened to venture down.
“Hey, it`s okay, go ahead.” Eren encouraged, wanting Levi to feel free to touch him as he pleased, and to feel those hands on his body. Levi nodded a bit, mostly to himself and placed both hands on his chest, biting his lip in concentration. He stayed in that position, unsure of what to do next, Eren couldn`t help himself as he reached out to cup his face with his hands.
“You`re so cute Captain, please do as you wish with me.” He cooed, Levi looked up at him through his black lashes, flushing at the compliment, before letting his own hands wander as Eren`s had been, carving out all the harsh edges and dips in his muscles, getting startled whenever Eren couldn`t hold back a shudder. Levi let his fingers trail back up over Eren`s body, tickling the back of his neck and… oh.
“Ah! Levi!” Eren gasped, Levi forced himself not to jump right off his lap in fright, he was nervous after all, but that passed all too quickly when Levi realized he was the one to make such a sound spill from Eren`s mouth so forcefully, it gave him quite the boost in his confidence and he boldly brushed the spot on the back of the brunet`s neck again, earning another loud pant.
It was something like a titan wasn`t it? The weak spot at the nape, and Eren was a titan too so… it made sense didn`t it? Idly Levi thought of Hanji having an out right fit at the information, but she wouldn`t be getting it, Levi decided this would be his own secret as he kept rubbing Eren`s nape, he was the only one who was going to know exactly what Eren liked. He felt like he had some kind of special position by knowing it, and he was selfish so he wouldn`t be letting anyone else find out.
“You like it, Eren?” The raven mumbled softly to the shifter, who had gone limp against his shoulder, shuddering every other second. He could feel him nod vigorously from where his head lied. To his surprise though, Eren pulled his head, and neck, away from Levi`s grasp suddenly. He shook his head, like he was trying yo convince himself, and told him,
“S-sir, I want to be gentle with you, but if you continue to do things like that… I don`t think I`ll be able to hold back.”
Levi blinked, then a blush took over his face when he realized what the cadet was implying.
“W-who said anything about that you idiot! Don`t get so ahead of yourself.” He hissed, Eren opened his mouth to apologize then, his eyes wide at the realization of his own statement and face looking a bit disappointed but Levi stopped him before he could say anything.
“B-but since, since I`m repaying you…”
Eren immediately perked up like some puppy. Tch. That was annoying.
“Don`t be so eager.”
Now he was a kicked puppy and Levi felt bad.
“Ahem, since I`m repaying you, please… do what you wish with me.” The captain forced out, repeating Eren`s own offer from earlier, looking away from Eren`s intense gaze as he took in what he was saying. But that`s all he was doing, just looking and damn it all if Levi wasn`t embarrassed enough already.
“Well? Say something you- AH!”
The moment he was fed up with the silence was the moment Eren pounced on him, pinning him to the desk in front of them - behind him? - and staring down at Levi with an animalistic glint in his vibrant green eyes. Levi`s silver slivers widened at the sudden, but slight, pain in his back from being slammed against hard wood.
“I really tried holding back sir, but when you talk like that… Please forgive me for this.”
With that Eren dove forwards, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, almost crushing Levi in the process with his weight, and began to rock back and forth, rubbing their arousals together. Levi covered his mouth to muffled the girly noises that were spilling from him, his other gripping Eren`s back for dear life as the boy grinded onto him.
Eren wouldn`t slow down, going full force the moment he was upon him, panting harshly like a dog into his ear, mumbling things like `captain`s skin is so soft` and `your voice is so sweet sir, let me hear it more`. The desk protested at the constant rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, creaking it`s complaint loudly beneath them.
“Ah! Eren, Eren slow down,” Levi panted, becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of contact. Eren growled lowly, like it was the worst thing to pull away from Levi even for a second.
“No.” He told him.
At any other moment Levi would have been furious, but right then he couldn`t possibly think of anything other than Eren caging him against the desk as he grinded his back against the smooth wood. It felt like hours Levi lied there, just taking whatever Eren had left, he didn`t notice his own moans rising in pitch, coming at a faster frequency, didn`t feel Eren`s thrusts becoming erratic as his own hips bucked with a mind of their own.
“Mmh, mn, I-I`m- ah!” For the love of Maria he couldn`t even warn Eren he was about to-
White spots danced across Levi`s tightly shut eyelids as he reached his high, Eren still frantically rubbing against him, before finding his own relief with a long groan, then plopping down onto Levi`s heaving form in exhaustion. They lay there, panting as they calmed down. Eren lifted his head from Levi chest to smile a dopey smile up at him, and Levi couldn`t do more than ruffle his brown locks lovingly in return.
He could chew him out for ruining two perfectly good pairs of uniform pants later.
this shit right here is why I’m done with Reaper76, never mind that the concept itself has potential. Because So Many of the shippers don’t know how to act right. Because so many shippers really write shit like this and would really be out here seeing nothing wrong with making AUs where dark skinned people are considered deformed and ugly and white skinned people (ESPECIALLY JACK MORRISON) are the peak of human beauty. Its disgusting as fuck.
This is from a fic posted today, called “Because You’re Pretty” by DiamondNidorina. Yes, I’m putting this on full blast, because this bullshit is the reason so many people are sick to goddamn hell of Reaper76. This racist as fuck fic had 250 hits and a positive review before I went into the comments to point out how fucked up the idea that this author CREATED their own species and one of the traits they gave that species is thinking people with dark skin are deformed. It’s not adding anything to the story to make it so Gabe, a fucking Afro-Latino in canon, is considered ugl and deformed by made up supernatural standards all so this author can wax on about how pretty they think Jack Morrison is.
Y'all need to cut it the fuck out. And I hope all tbe Reaper76 fans I saw who were so offended when people pointed out that this ship is filled with racist fanworks decide to speak out and collect their own.
genuine question. what would have been a good way for the crewverse to show that the whole owning-pearls-like-slaves thing is wrong and avoid the whole cutesy pearl "oh look they're so pretty and beautiful let's completely ignore that they're treated as objects" thing that they have now
okay lemme write out how it couldve been portrayed well
-all the CG’s are actually disgusted by the pearls treatment
Garnet and Amethyst didnt really appear horrified when they saw YP, aka an enslaved Pearl. Only pearl really did. and even when Steven found out about their “role”, he only defended OUR pearl. there was no, “hey! all pearls can be useful, peridot! and pearl is a great example of this!”
-their outfits are less sexual
most of the time when i see people designing pearls for their gemsonas, its like a silkier version of their “owner”’s. i have never liked how the HW Pearls wear skimpy leotards and thigh highs, etc. its creepy af to me. why couldnt YP wear idk an actual “ballerina outfit” (a lot of ppl seem to view them as that so) or like, a mini suit, to fit Yellow’s aesthetic?
-they’re not just “dolls”
remember in YD’s first appearance, how YP was kind of portrayed as a secratary for YD? why cant that be their role? that wouldve been cooler and made more sense. the Diamonds are rulers, they dont have time to take every report. When BD was revealed, her Pearl wasnt doing anything, just standing around. A HUGE downgrade from what they were first implied to be like.
-Imply that the Diamonds go through pearls like candy
this is just one of my personal headcanons that was proved to be wrong, but.
when i first saw the Diamonds, as dictators etc, i was convinced that BP was dead by the present in canon. That Blue would get mad and just shatter her, then order a new one. I thought YP Would have died to, cuz of peridot. this is kinda morbid for a kids show, yeah, but a lot of other fans also thought this was how it was when they were introduced. even if they didnt do that, they couldve made them reform with new outfits to imply SOME sort of mistreatment/abuse.
in summary, i dont like how pearls are said to be mistreated but then never actually shown to be mistreated. show me the pearls being upset. let them show how tired they are of their situation. let pearl liberate them. seriously.
the date had been going very well. mitch was super sweet, opening the car door (and restaurant door) for you, pulling your chair out, offering you a bite of his food and then many more bites when it turned out to be delicious. he looked so handsome in his suit, and you had told him so. he’d brought you flowers and complimented your dress choice.
Autism Vs Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder: Is This ASD or PTSD ?
@askaboutautism and @undiagnosedautismfeels have gotten quite a few questions regarding autism and PTSD, specifically ones asking about the differences and how to tell if you’re autistic if you’ve also got PTSD. I had troubling finding resources that clearly laid out how the two could look like each other, and also what the differences were when I was first researching autism. It make figuring things out rather difficult. I also got a positive response when asking if anyone would be interested in a post like this, so as an autistic with PTSD, I’ve written up this post.
This post is written with PTSD caused by chronic or long-term trauma (often called Complex or C-PTSD, but is not officially recognized as a dx in the DSM 5) in mind, and obviously influenced by my PTSD. My official dx is PTSD (chronic per the DSM IV and still included on my records as of 2017 for some reason) with dissociative symptoms.
So, here’s the Diagnostic criteria for Autism Spectrum Disorder pulled
off the CDC website. With examples of both how PTSD could resemble the
ASD criteria, and how being autistic would fulfill the criteria. These are by no
means exhaustive or iron-clad, they are simply a starting point.
Omg hi I love that I found a fellow power rangers fan!!! Could you please do like an imagine where Jason (from the new reboot) secretly likes you and gets possessive when other guys flirt with you? Thank you sooo much❤️
Aww I’m so happy you requested this! I’m so glad you found me too! I kinda put my own twist on it, but I hope you enjoy! Xoxo
“Are you going to the party tonight?”
You glared up at Angel Grove’s newest star quarterback, Michael Alexander, as he leaned on your locker.
“I already said no, I can’t. Sorry,” you huffed, trying to open your locker but he slid in front, blocking you from it.
“Aw come on babe, a pretty girl like you has got to go!” He winked and you groaned. Did he really Not get it?
“Look, I said no, which doesn’t mean ‘convince me’,” you crossed your arms and tapped your foot angrily. You weren’t lying, you really couldn’t go. You had promised the team to go to the spacecraft to keep up on ranger training. Besides you had I wish to go anywhere with Michael.
“Come on,” he leaned close so that you could feel his breath on your face. You made an expression of disgust and backed away. You could easily take him, but people might ask questions about how a small girl like you took out the star football player with one punch.
“Screw it, I’ll just borrow a book,” you spun on your heel, turning to leave before his hand clamped around your arm, pulling you back.
“Get off her!"
You turned, seeing Jason walking down the hall angrily, his hand pointed at Michael.
You couldn’t help but sigh with relief.
"This isn’t any of your business Scott,” Michael shrugged but you wrenched your arm out of his grip.
“What I do isn’t any of yours,” You retorted, taking Jason’s arm and pulling him down the hall with you until you reached the bleachers.
Jason was pacing angrily and you just shook your head.
“Seriously, I’m fine. If push comes to shove I can take care of myself ya know?” You placed your hand on his shoulder and he looked down at you.
“I guess. I just don’t like guys flirting with…” he sighed and turned back around.
“With what?” You laughed slightly, trying to shield the blush on your cheeks by turning. “By the way, do just follow me Around or something? Cause whenever I start talking to a guy you always walk up…”
He chuckled slightly. "I so don’t do that every time!“
You looked back at him with disbelief.
"Jason Lee Scott you’re spying on me aren’t you?!"
He failed at looking nonchalant, and you scoffed.
"Normally that’d be creepy, but with you… it’s kinda endearing.” Jason turned to look at you in shock.
"Yeah, charming, sweet-”
“I know what the word means (Y/N),” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you mean it?”
You nodded, and stepped forward unsure of where you found the courage to do so.
“Well, I don’t like guys flirting with the girl I like."
You grinned and he stepped closer as well.
"I’m not sure about the power ranger policies for this-” With swift movements, his lips were pressed against yours and his hands in your hair. You responded quickly before pulling away.
If there are some of you that follow us, I’m not really sorry. You guys are just so rude.
You guys literally find anything and everything to criticize about the show and it’s really disgusting at the end of the day.
All of you hated Topaz and Aquamarine and then when they debuted, half of you ended up loving them because of their ACTUAL PERSONALITIES instead of appearance alone.
Then there’s the criticism of the show making the gems too neon.. those have been the palettes for the entire show. Gems are pretty neon in real life. So why wouldn’t they be on the show! (The only one I agree with is Lapis. I feel as though she could be more like the actual gem. Darker blue with yellow freckles. Maybe we’ll see one in the future)
You guys hate the new gems because they are looking less human.. did you guys forget that THEY ARE ALIENS! I just don’t understand. Some of you aren’t happy with anything in the show.
◇ Pairing: Reader x Hoseok ◇ Genre: Fratboy/Fuckboy AU, comedy, smut and mild angst in later parts ◇ Summary: For the past couple of years, the Phi Kappa Psi boys are quickly rising on the list as the best frat on the USC campus. They’re all gorgeous, intelligent, fit, and just swell dudes. But it’s with their new pledges, the guys they call THE SUPREME SEVEN, that they’ll kick those Lambda Chi Alpha tools off their number one spot.
Chapter 1: They Lovin’ The Crew
It’s a new year, and that means new pledges.
It’s not really a period of time that Kim Seokjin, the president of the Phi Kappa Psi chapter at the University of Southern California, is really thrilled about, but after a disastrous bunch of pledges last year – when only one got initiated to stay in the house – he was glad for this year’s crop of fresh faces. Seokjin calls them the Supreme Seven because all of them seems to exhibit all the qualities that every Phi Kappa Psi brother should have – Charisma, Uniqueness, Nerve, and Talent - or something like that… (Hey, It’s not Seokjin’s fault that Rupaul’s Drag Race is a very entertaining show!)
There were over 350 rushees this year and these seven were some of the best of the bunch. Each of them ranked a place on the list of ‘Top 20 Rushees Every Frat Wanted to Acquire’ and with 20 fraternities on campus, that puts Phi Psi in the lead as the most desirable frat because those seven boys accepted their bid.
Seokjin knows with all his heart and soul that these seven new pledges will bring glory to Phi Psi name – if they get initiated, that is.
So let’s do a little introduction, shall we? Right here, right now, during this killer toga party that only the Phi Psi boys could throw and still make it feel fresh and new even though it has been done and beaten to death a billion times before.
How come none has made a drarry fic where Harry is filthy rich and owns a fucking casino and working with muggles and Dracos is on vacation.
oh my god i don’t know??? imagine
• harry doesn’t give two fucks and invests all of his money in this casino, which results in him getting even richer
• he’s rarely on site bc he’s the owner and does lots of business trips, but that one evening he feels like hanging out there with his friends
• so he’s at the bar and is having fun and all, in super casual attire, has become unhealthily fond of hawaiian shirts
• enter draco malfoy with his posh friends
• they haven’t seen each other in years so naturally they’re shocked to be meeting each other again, and in a casino of all places
• so draco comes over and is all smug
• it’s like hogwarts all over again… but in a casino
• ‘wow potter never thought you’d end up being a bartender since you couldn’t even do potions’
• and harry’s friends are all ‘do we tell him?? or’ and harry’s just really calm and instead of rising to the bait, he offers to prepare drinks for draco and his snobby friends, on the house
• harry’s friends are pretty confused when he tells them it’s fine and that he’ll come back at them later, but they leave anyway
• so while getting smart ass remarks shot at him pretty much the entire time (’snape would’ve been proud’ ‘knew you’d be good for something one day’) harry just mixes the most random, disgusting stuff he can find and decorates it really nicely
• when he’s done he hands them their drinks with a broad, genuine smile, and watches as they all take a sip and immediately spit it out again or choke on it
• draco is just furious and asks him what the hell that is supposed to be
• and harry hands him his business card
• ‘yeah you know you’re right, i was never any good at mixing and preparing things, and they just wouldn’t let me be a bartender when i applied. good thing i own the place now’
• and draco simply disi n t g r a t e s
You’ve built it up as a fear now, multifaceted. The fear of ridicule and rejection being the most predominant.
How can you even tell your closest friends? What the hell would they think of you? Weird, is your main thought right? How can someone at your age love to be tickled? Ugh. The more you think about it the more it actually makes you feel like a weirdo.
You repress your kink and hide it away. Lock it far away. That dirty little secret. The longer it’s hidden though, the more you make yourself believe it’s wrong.
Ok let’s break this down. Tickling is a thing. It happens ALL the time. It’s all around you, in films, on TV and in books. People tickle people to either make them laugh, distract them or embarrass them.
Is that’s what’s holding you back from telling your friends? The embarrassment? No, it’s more than that isn’t it. You’ve attached shame to it.
Think of all the kinks out there that give people pleasure and then think of tickling. How far up the scale of ‘weird’ is it really? You’re not dressing up in full rubber gear, you don’t need to be surrounded by kinky apparatus or need a partner to be dressed as an animal or something crazy.
If you really think about it, it’s pretty low on the scale right? It’s just someone touching you a certain way, and it doesn’t even have to be naked or sexual.
So why have you built it up to be so bad in your mind? Is a real friend going to tell you it’s disgusting? Is a real friend going to tell you to be ashamed of yourself? Who’s going to reject you because you like your feet tickled or if a finger in your belly button pleases you?
It’s a harmless kink, nothing to be ashamed of. I’m not saying broadcast it, but I am saying don’t repress it and let it lose its magic. Confide in a friend, tell your partner. You won’t get tickles if nobody knows!
Be proud of who you are, maybe, just maybe, you may get a friend to invite you round for Tickles And Chill…
Southside Girl - Part 2 - FP Jones x Andrews!Reader
SO her it is! Sorry for such a long wait but I was hit with a wall of writers block which I hope I have now managed to get over fully. I do hope you guys like this and I wanted to surprise you guys with making this a mini series! Thank you to all them Anons that got in touch! I hope you like and requests are open- especially for my new fandom The 100.
Neither of you planned to be woken up so abruptly that morning, least alone by Jughead . “What the fuck?” the two of you had been awake already, you sat leant against FP’s chest but Jughead’s voice cut through your comfortable silence clear and painfully. “Jughead, what are you doing here?” FP asked confused but you continued to look at Jughead, sitting up abruptly and moving away from his dad, your eyes never leaving one another’s, “What is she doing here?” “Look, we told Fred and Archie last night, it’s no big deal…" "No big deal! Dad, you’re fucking Archie’s sister." "It’s not like that, Jughead.” You tried to intervene but Jughead’s glare and hurt face didn’t falter, “We’ve been dating, for months now, I was kicked out last night so stayed here.” You said quietly watching as Jughead scoffed and ran a hand over his face, "And it makes it better that a girl I was friends with, at school, who used to tutor me is now dating my father who may I point out is old enough to be hers.“ "I know and that makes no difference to me.” You said defiantly as your hand found FP’s beside you, tangled in the sheets. “I need to clear my head.” Jughead turned to storm out, “Jug, wait!” FP had shouted, getting up and attempting to stop him leaving but when you heard the trailer door slamming closed, you knew it had failed. “What do you think he will do?” “Probably shut himself off for a bit. Shit, I was meant to be fixing everything for him.” FP sighed and ran a hand through his hair roughly and pulling in frustration, “He will come round, you’re his father, he will. ” FP smiled at you slightly before leaving the room again and entering the kitchen to make you some coffee.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Jughead’s voice broke the gangs muffled chatter into silence as he shouted at Archie. “Wait, what?” "About my dad and your sister.“ Jughead seethed ad the others paled, "Let me guess, you all know too?” he accused Betty and Veronica as they nodded warily, “We were just figuring out a way to tell you…” she said quietly, “Yeah, well too bloody late.” Betty slid over on the bench and let Jughead sit as Pop brought him over a milkshake, “Look, Jughead, I only found out last night myself, they were in the bar when I went in asking about them thugs,” “When I told you not too?” Jughead pointed out harshly, “Surprised you didn’t bring up the fact my dad runs the serpents.” he spat but Archie ignored it he didn’t fail to see Betty flinch a little at the mention of it, “I was going to tell you but I didn’t know how. My dad kicked her out last night and I couldn’t deal, that is why I didn’t text you and then, well, I had to tell someone to figure out how to tell you. You’re not the only one wrapped up in all of this you know.” Archie pointed out and Jughead seemed to visibly deflate, “How did you guys take it?” he asked looking to Betty and Veronica. The girls exchanged glances before Betty spoke carefully, as if she had scripted it, “Well, it is a little strange and slightly unorthodox but they’re both consenting adults and if it is what they want then that is up to them. I don’t believe there is anything we can or even should do.” Jughead just smirked sardonically and shook his head, “Of course you think that. Let me guess, you agree with all this too?” he asked Archie and the boy stuttered a little, “What the fuck you do?” Jughead shouted and tried to stand but Veronica placed a hand on his arm gently and pulled him back down, “No, Jug. Of course I don’t! It’s disgusting, how she could turn herself into one of them and go off with a guy like that I don’t know…” Archie fell silent when he had realised what had said. “A guy ‘like that’?” Jughead asked quietly, seething beneath the surface, “‘One of them’?” “Jughead I didn’t mean…” “I get it Archie. I really do. Sure, (y/n) could have better, she could have done better in general - she’s smart, pretty but really, my dad, low as he may be, and the Serpents are still people, still my family whether you like it or not and they are not just scum who you can walk all over and I really don’t want to know what you think of them or of her anymore. Not now.” With that he left, storming out and letting the others just watch, Archies distressed face and clenched fists couldn’t stop that.
You watched as FP tried to be normal. He tried to act as if nothing had been uncovered about the two of you and that when he wakes up tomorrow you will both be back to sneaking around but he knew that wasn’t the case and it was getting harder and harder to act like it was. He was struggling, pacing up and down the var on occasion and getting angry for no particular reason at people who didn’t need it. You didn’t like this version of him, not one bit and neither did he, “What’s wrong?” you had asked quietly, your hand resting on his arm as you moved him to face you and away from the guy he was about to punch. FP’s heavy sigh worried you as he glance around, “Let’s get out of here.” he mumbled and this time his hand found a light grip on yours, pulling you from the bar and out the back into the now light alleyway. “FP, What is going on?” you pleaded as his eyes seemed to show a thousand emotions that he would never seem to normally express. “I got you kicked out. I got you shunned by your friends and my own son. He was right, they were all right. I am old enough to be your dad, shit you could be Juhead’s sister and at this rate your more like a mother and that shit aint right.” “Wait,” you panicked, flicking from his grip, “what are you trying to say here?” “That I have, like I have done many times before, royal fucked up someone else life and I can’t have that again. Not with you.” He took a step back and wiped his face with his hand briefly, trying once again to hide his emotions, “You can’t be saying this,” you breathed in disbelief, “not after what has happened.” You felt your face grow hot but you couldn’t cry, “Go home, (y/n). Fix things with your dad, you friends and figure yourself out.”
you know what really kills me about that little snippet? it’s not simon saying “you think i’m pretty?” but his smile when he says it. it’s not a disgusted ‘ew, why does wannabe captain america think i’m pretty??’ but more of a ‘aww. my future husband said i’m pretty for the first time’ (✿ ♥‿♥)
Surely the point of a show writer’s job is to please the audience. To me, it seems that the 100 writers have been doing the exact opposite this season?
They introduce three great new characters in Roan, Luna and Ilian. They create great dynamics for them, e.g Roan x Clarke and Sea Mechanic. They become fan favourites pretty fast. Then they just kill them off all in one episode? In Roan’s case, especially, it isn’t even a believable death.
They lost fans when they ruined Cl*xa last season. Instead of making the next biggest ship canon, they just bait and tease it to the point where it’s not really making much sense in the show itself. The fans they’ve got left, die-hard fans since day one, are getting frustrated with it.
Like where has Kabby been this season, really?
Don’t even get me started on wherever the fuck they were going with Jasper. His death was actually disgusting, just as bad as Lincoln and Lexa’s imo.
Clarke’s characterization has been steaming mess. And, actually, the fact that no one has mentioned Oct*via smashing her own brother’s face in, let alone called her out on it, is also vile.
I’ve supported the 100 since the start, but if they want anything beyond season 5 then they need to seriously buck up their ideas.
The following day Riley stands at the kitchen sink cleaning dishes. Auggie lays lazily on the sofa with his back to the front door, he’s facing towards Riley but failing to maintain sufficient conversation with her.
“How’s Ava and Dewy?” Riley asks.
“Good.” Auggie mumbles a response.
“I know you’re bored but I want to do a few things around the house while mom and dad are taking Jed to appointments.” Riley speaks over her shoulder. “I’ll take you into town later if there’s time. Maybe we could all go to Chubbie’s tonight for dinner.”
Before Auggie could offer anymore to the conversation there’s a knock at the door.
“Riley, door!” Auggie shouts as if she was miles away from him.
So I’ve really been trying to stay out of this weird Katie McGrath discourse. But things keep popping up on my dash and I look through the Katie McGrath tag pretty regularly. Apparently, we all need a discussion on how to act like normal functioning adults. And this is the only time I’m going to post about this. Because I didn’t think we needed to talk about this. But apparently…
For people that say they’re fans of a person, some of you are disrespectful as hell. I could get around the “Kashy McGra” thing, even though I’m personally really bothered by it. I’ve never like it and you’ll never find me using that tag. But hey, when an actor/actress starts gaining more prominence, jokes like that surface more and I understand that was lighthearted fun. But when some people start digging up pictures and making a big deal out of something that is a person’s job. Well. Let’s just say that it’s probably good Katie doesn’t have social media and honestly, I don’t think she should ever get on it if this is how some people are going to behave.
Look, I’m as relatively as new of a fan of Katie as the next person. I knew of her because of Merlin but didn’t really follow her career until Supergirl. Yeah, I think her back tattoo is a little unfortunate, but that’s not really a reason to drag her over it. Yeah, her goth phase was interesting. But who can really say they never had one? Besides, it was a method of self-expression for a younger Katie. I don’t think we should be making fun of that. And don’t even get me started on that anal thing. That’s just downright disgusting, in terms of what that scene started. And where some people took it. I also don’t really understand why this goth thing was such a big deal. We all knew she had a goth phase, and arguably she still has a little bit of it in her personal fashion. At least, I thought we all knew.
It’s been really surreal to watch this all unfold and continually be amazed what people are willing to post in public about a person they don’t really know. Especially one who tends to be pretty private. Or at least as private as you can be when you’re an actress.
Yes, it’s a part of every individual’s growing fandom that you’re going to get some people who just do that. It’s the price of an actor/actress gaining exposure. And to some extent, we all have to just deal with it. But some of you really need Jesus. I’d really rather not get PMs over this, but if you have to, don’t tell me “it’s just a joke.” Because it’s really not that funny. Some individuals in the fandom really need to grow up and let Katie be herself. And not make a spectacle over the stupidest shit.