this is so overdue but here we go!!

I think this is a little overdue but here we go.

My name is Telle Smith and I do vocals for this shitty little band called The Word Alive (don’t listen to me, look into us, we’re cool), I have a line with a jewelry company called Never Take It Off and that’s really cool too as well as a clothing line called Resist & Rebel. This is clearly just me telling you to support my businesses rather than an introduction, I’m sorry. I have a dog named Colby and she’s the light of my life so you’ll see her around a lot. I think that about wraps it up so hit me up at stoptheshakes and we can be best pals.

Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175

“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

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AO3 Teen and Up Drarry Fic List

this is my third drarry fic rec list and also my 300th post in general so here we go

Fate in the Cat’s Paws by NamelessSoul / 1,202

Stolen Diary by Aquien / 1,283

The Urge by matchst_ck / 5,037

Bets by lealamalfoy / 2,521

I could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked. by digthewriter / 3,280

Life In Three Acts by Moriavis / 1,751

Emotions and Squashy Armchairs by ceresilupin / 2,584

Kissing Booth by Sarea Okelani (sarea) / 1,605

He Most Certainly Doesn’t Care by fracturedtime / 1,231

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey) by bafflinghaze / 15,462

The Reason by EowinSymbelmine / 1,318

White Lies by cassisluna / 170,290

got wood? by monaesque / 1,624

The Problem wtih Potions by InTheShadows / 10,977

The Best Hot Chocolate by Vaysh / 3,145

Keep Your Eyes on Me by ahhhnorealnamesallowed / 2,786

He’s my partner?  Seriously? by FrostyIcecream / 1,975

The Florist by Hannah22110 / 3,021

Inner Thoughts by ephemeralslytherin / 1,430

The Squad by vala (valinorean) / 23,041

Kiss Someone Else by Ritual_Union / 1,207

The Mistletoe Hex by QueenOfMayhem / 1,750

Alohamora by myrtle_beach / 935

There’s You by epsilonargus / 19,254

Much Ado About Nothing by wtfmalfoy / 8,962

A Portrait of the Artist by firethesound / 5,309

The Fancy Dress Party by Omi_Ohmy / 6,378

Tale as old as Time by Jamiejamesd / 1,395

The Lion Deception by pansypxrkinson / 1,041

Draco Malfoy: The Time He Rewrote Himself into the Narrative by HeereNotQueer / 1,178

punch-drunk fingerprints by tamerofdarkstars 1,983

Zapped Out of Obliviousness by fanerinogirl / 2,511

Definition by pir8fancier / 3,989

All Is Dust That Is Not His Heart by Lomonaaeren / 3,414

Blue by PKlovesDW / 6,241

Diagonally by highway_to_hell / 5,905

Back to the start by felixfvlicis / 2,173

The Boy With The Books by KiroAngel / 2,909

in the ocean we’ll be born anew by AWickedMemory and (ReadyPlayerZero) / 11389

Where your heart is set by hazel_wand / 13,370

Somebody to Love by khasael / 31,274

The Meeting by GingerFerret / 2,072

A Special Blend of You and Me by germankitty and hdremix_mod / 4,512

There Is Always the Moon by firethesound / 159,318

The Sunlight Of Your Company by bafflinghaze / 19,119

make my wish come true by terminally_underwhelmed / 12,296

Moment of Madness by leekycauldron / 2,922

Tea For Two by betweentheloins / 14,187

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by dracogotgame / 7,530

Thar Be Dragons by ProfessorDrarry / 43,717

Inevitable as Tragedy by Lomonaaeren / 8,084

Saving Draco by JosephineStone / 24,810

Discipline Cuddles by SquadOfCats / 4,422

Because They Have Air-Conditioning and You Don’t by gracerene / 883

Delightful Hair and Delicious Mockery by Jmej / 2,047

Out of Sight, Still in Mind by Alisanne / 2,107

Sunrise by parkkate / 2,156

What I’m Missing by agentmoppet / 5,655

Constant Vigilance by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed / 3,378

Truth or Dare, Potter? by aebirdie / 6,555

You don’t say! by parkkate / 1,310

Notice Me by 4_Myra_7 / 16,687

Artwork On Your Skin by thecurtainrises / 1,453

what dreams leave behind by kayxpc / 1,217

The Vow (Or Draco Malfoy’s Bum) by Weasy / 2,226

What A Match We Make by aroceu / 8,392

Harry and Abigail by Aquien / 2,700

The Four Times Harry’s Hair Made Draco Jealous (and the one time it didn’t) by Annesterling / 2,704

Harry Potter and the Mysterious Portrait Painter (or How Harry Came To Realise Draco Has A Magnificent Arse) by create_serenity (Sivany) / 1,612

Due to a Malfoy by CloverTheFaun / 1,484

Unbearable by chibaken / 2,437

Harry Potter and the Scarf of Sexual Preference by ChannelTheFlannel / 8,495

Alcohol and Apologies by CaramelDarling / 1,377

All Saints’ Eve by eMJanine (janinne_malfoy_potter) / 5,628

Fireworks (Eighth Year Version) by emeraldine087 / 16,232

It’s All Fun and Games Until… by emeraldine087 / 9,071

Malfoy’s Little Problem by elenawrites / 1,766

Veritaserum Truth or Dare by ElectricBlueLilies / 2,289

Tattoos by dracolucivs / 4,757

Something About Draco Malfoy by Prongs_Smitch / 1,450

Ten points for Gryffindor by AliceAmy / 9,286

The Importance of Colloportus by sopdetly / 4,301

Not a blind date by Craftybadger1234 / 2,156

Lonely For Two by Im_a_Hufflepuff_okay / 8,168

Chivalrous Ambition by utterly / 73,151

A Healing Grace by Lomonaaeren / 4,678

Sore Muscles by Brynn_Jones / 1,174

Learning to Laugh  (That one time it took five years to grow a pair) by JET_Playin / 4,267

Tried, Failed, Failed Better by carpemermaid and Maccadole / 9,743

Dusty Shelves and Soft Quills by FleetofShippyShips / 1,007

Meaningless by GingerTodgers / 2,680

The Potter case by tenshi6 / 13,632

Weekenders by carpemermaid / 9,477

Date of a Lifetime by DorthyAnn (JenniferMarie) / 14,767

The Black Retreat by sesheta_66 / 11,111

Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Wizards by pessen03 / 4,922

The Potions Tutor by Inell / 1,541

Check Me Out by lumosed_quill / 3,043

Chopsticks by orphan_account / 2,205

Dragons in Winter by Lexen (bluedragoninamber) / 1,193

Flower Shop Boy (draco likes flowers) by alchemicals / 7,892

bedhead by transharry (fortyfiveangrycats) / 4,240

A Conversation Long Overdue by Starrik / 1,578

One Shared Bed by caplanbuckybarnes / 43,150

I Choose Him by aboutmalfoy / 44,960

He’d Pay Ten Galleons by infernhoes / 1,204

Potions Partners by GingerFerret / 8,056

The Vicious Destroyer of All Crups (Or How Harry Rescued a Cat from a Tree) by 100SleeplessNights / 6,384

Winter Hols, Fifth Year by lolneptune / 3,824

Okay so there were A LOT more teen and up rated fics in my history and I was NOT PREPARED haha whoops


Whatever I Please

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Words: 2,420

Request: by Anon!  “Can you write one about tony Starks daughter and she’s in a rocky relationship with a guy. She finally wants to call it quits with him but he stalks her and won’t let up. One day he kidnaps her but she hit the emergency button on her phone. Before they get too far Tony stops them in his suit?” 

Warning: Stalker themes, the boyfriend has an abusive behavior. 

A/N: I was actually rather surprised to get this request, but it was really fun to try to write! I’ve never written Tony before, but I hope you like it nonnie!, please let me know! I’m putting my tag list on this one as well, sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged in this fic, xx 

Feedback is as always greatly appreciated. 

“Y/N, girl. You really need to break it off with Martin,”

You took a deep breath and looked at your friend who was frowning, a deep concern lingering in her eyes.

“I know, it’s just. We’ve been together for so long and even though we have our downs it’s not like it isn’t good either,” you argued back, Ava looked back at you disapprovingly and sighed deeply.

“Does the good outweigh the bad?” she asked and you opened your mouth to answer her, but nothing came out. Because the truth was, the good didn’t outweigh the bad, it was the other way around and it had been like that for too long now.

“Listen, no matter what you guys have been through, he is an asshole, especially for what he did at Cameron’s the other day, he has no right to fucking raise his h-”

“Yes, yes I know,” you let out a sigh, sitting down on your couch beside Ava. You knew the next question that would come from her so you beat her to it.

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Inked - Jughead Jones

Request: I’m not sure if you can come up with much for this, but maybe getting matching tattoos with jughead/cole? Btw I was wrong was absolutely freaking amazing omfg dude

I was really tired so this sucked aha, and thank you so much! >.< Also I am so so so sorry that I have been MIA for so long <3 Also i’ve never gotten a tattoo so sorry for my failure at life.

Jughead x Reader

Warnings: -

Words: 1,787

Nobody had expected a romance to blossom between you and Jughead Jones. Your relationship was no exception when it came to the phrase, ‘opposites attract’. He was a brooding, mysterious author with a sardonic and sarcastic sense of humour, often shying away from a varied social life. 

You, on the other hand, were the life of the party. Charismatic, sociable, late nights and bright colours were your aesthetic. The two of you clashed personality-wise but somehow you had hit it off from the moment you met.

There was an attraction, a real chemistry between you two that none of your friends could describe. The two of you kept your relationship private, inclusive and intimate. You wanted it to be a real and raw relationship, as you truly loved him and the feeling was clearly mutual.

You were smitten for each other and sometimes the words ‘I love you’ aren’t enough. 

Veronica had proposed the idea during a casual get together in the student lounge.

“What are you doing this weekend (Y/N)?” Veronica was leaning against Betty as the attention in the room shifted to you. You were sat on the couch opposite, legs draped over Jug’s lap and resting against the back of the sofa, in a laid-back position.

“Well I don’t know but I think you’re pretty overdue a party or something. I’m dying here, it’s been way too long, I’m running out of shows to binge on Netflix,” Kevin sighed, sinking into his own chair. You laughed before shuffling across the couch so you were now snuggling into your boyfriend’s side.

“Sorry Kev, not this weekend. It’s our two year anniversary and we were going to do something together, just the two of us,” You linked your arm with Jughead’s, as his cheeks flushed pink. 

“Don’t you always do stuff together… just the two of you?” Archie joked, causing Jughead to throw a cushion at him playfully. 

“So what exactly were you guys gonna do?” Betty smiled, genuinely interested. You and Jughead exchanged looks before you sighed with a shrug.

“I actually don’t know… we were kind of hoping for some suggestions. We want to make it something that’s special to us, something we won’t forget,” You replied. Everyone sat in silence for a moment as they pondered possibilities before Archie made an ‘Oo!’ sound.

“Paint balling… go paint balling… and bring friends,” He grinned and everyone rolled their eyes.

“A romantic anniversary Archie, is that really the best you could do?” Veronica gave him a scolding look and he sunk back into his chair, the grin refusing to subside. Betty tapped her nails against the armrest in thought.

“Romantic dinner, candlelit? Beach walks? Pinterest inspired date?” She suggested, Veronica and Kevin nodding in approval.

“Been there, done that,” You groaned. Jughead rubbed his hands along your sides reassuringly, planting small kisses on your forehead occasionally. 

More silence.

“Oh my gosh I’ve got it!” Veronica shot up, clapping her hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly. You tried not to smirk at Jughead’s terrified face, clearly anticipating the worst. “You guys want something to like bind you… right?”

You nodded warily. “Just something special.”

“Well… what about tattoos?” She squealed. To your surprise, Jughead actually looked quite impressed by her suggestion, and a chorus of ‘oohs’ sounded from your friends. 

“That’s adorable! They can be something with meaning, symbolism, something that reminds you of one another,” Betty cooed. Veronica looked smug, as she perked a perfectly plucked eyebrow, awaiting your response. Jughead clasped your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and looking lovingly at you with those heart eyes that made you melt inside.

“Tattoos sounds perfect,” You stared back at him, a small smile forming on your face along with that infamous, smitten twinkle in your eyes.

“Are we sure this was a good idea?” You mumble nervously, picking at your nails as you stood outside the Riverdale Tattoo Parlour. You seemed to forget when you first heard the idea that you’d always had an irrational fear of blood poisoning. You hated needles as well, ever since your first compulsory injection at school. You had previously read, ‘tattoos gone wrong’ stories all over the internet and they had done nothing but fill you with doubt and dread. 

Besides, you couldn’t help but be a bit scared. Tattoos were pretty permanent. You loved Jughead with all of your heart, and he loved you the same, but if the two of you were to ever fall apart for whatever stupid reason, would it really be that easy to erase the engravings on your skin that were supposed to make you think of him.

“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Jughead took your hand in his, his thumb drawing gentle circles on your skin. You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I want to Jug, I really do. I’m just a little bit pessimistic I guess, I’m not exactly the luckiest person alive. What if something went wrong? I just want this to be special, to be perfect you know…” 

Jughead sighed, stepping out of the embrace and tilting your chin towards him affectionately. “I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. Besides, nothing’s perfect. If it doesn’t go well then it still means something, a perfect reflection of our messed up lives and angsty teenage mood swings,” He smirked, causing you to laugh and lightly punch his shoulder. You gently cupped his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes to place a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips, followed by a soothing butterfly kiss. Your nerves seemed to simmer, as he took your hand and led you into the tattoo parlour. 

Jughead was talking to the man at the counter of the shop, whilst you were browsing designs. You’d only had a brief talk about what you were looking for design wise. You just knew that you didn’t want the design to be huge, just something small and subtle to have on either your wrist, ankle or neck. You had suggested two small hearts, but Jughead opposed. Another idea you had was key and lock tattoos, infinite signs, each other’s names, anniversary dates but nothing had really stuck out.

“(Y/N)?” A voice called out, and you turned around, only to be greeted by an old friend. Josie McCoy, your party pal. You were on good terms, and although you didn’t attend late night raves together anymore, you were still close. You smiled as she instantly went for a hug.

“Jo, what are you doing here?”

“Band hit its three year anniversary, so I decided to cross a tattoo off of my bucket list,” She pulled down the shoulder of her blue crop top, to reveal the word; “Pussycats!” in thick, black lettering. You stared at the tattoo in awe as Josie showed it off with pride. “Anyways, what are you doing here?” She raised an eyebrow at you.

“Well, it’s me and Jug’s two year anniversary too and we decided tattoos were the way to go,” You smiled bashfully and Josie nudged you playfully.

“That’s couple goals right there, I honestly don’t understand how you two got together or how the heck you lasted this long but I live for your relationship. You were polar opposites as well, fire and water, light and dark… yin and yang,” She stood in reflection for a moment before adjusting her kitty ears and saying goodbye to you, confidently strutting out the store, her crop top shoulder slightly pulled down so everyone could catch a glimpse of the artwork on display.

Yin and yang…

A lightbulb went off somewhere in your mind as you frantically searched through the store, looking for a specific design. When you casted your eyes on the matching ‘Yin and yang’ tattoos your mind flooded with pictures in your head of how they would look, perhaps on your wrists. Jughead was indeed the yin to your yang and this kind of dorky but meaningful symbolism was exactly what you were looking for. You walked over to the counter, design in hand.

“(Y/N), this is Jake, he’s going to be doing the tattoos,” Jughead smiled down at you reassuringly as you once again held his hand. Jake shook your hand and sent you a warm smile that helped add to the growing comfort. 

“Hey (Y/N), I’m going to be talking you through the process, how to take care of the tattoo, general things you should be aware of as well as actually tattooing you! Have you guys picked out a design yet?” He was talkative and friendly, and you felt yourself relax. 

“Well we haven’t actu-” Jughead began, but you interrupted him, sliding the design (which had previously been concealed behind your back) onto the counter with a giddy smile.

“These,” You said confidently, beaming up at Jughead, who was admiring the simplistic, black and white tattoos in awe before staring back at you with affection and joy. He looked back at Jake, nodding his head enthusiastically. 

“They’re… they’re perfect,” Veronica took another photo of your matching tattoos, as you stuck out your wrists next to each other, for all to see. The process had felt less painful with Jughead at your side, whispering sweet nothings and comforting words into your ear the whole time, as you did to him when it was his turn. You were still in the phase of cleaning it and getting used to it being there, but that meant you would sit and stare at it a lot.

As intended to, it reminded you of Jughead. The thought of the fact that he had something so similar on his own skin, with the purpose of reminding him of you, sent butterflies through your stomach. You were so in love with him it was crazy.

“Maybe we could get more in the future,” Jughead whispered in your ear, as people stirred around you, trying to get a look. You bashfully smiled at him.

“Like what?” You raised an eyebrow and he looked down in thought for a moment before looking back up at you, straight in the eyes with an evident blush.

“Wedding dates, baby names, that kind of mushy stuff,” He mumbled and your eyes widened. A small pause ensued. “Our bodies could be some kind of journal of our lives and the tattoos tell a story,” He continued, trying to clear the silence his previous words had caused. You felt a wide grin split on your face before letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I mean, being inked was great and all but… I still don’t want blood poisoning,” You shook your head and he chuckled, shoving you off of the couch with a small yelp.

oh wow an imagine get me I’m not dead

Scott’s Stepsister-Isaac Lahey-Part 3

Friendships and Sleepovers

Part 1-Moving and Meeting

Part 2-School Days

Teen Wolf Imagine: #114

Word Count: 2,742

Warnings:None that I can think of?

Summary: While the parents are away the teenagers will play. Melissa and Matthew take a weekend away leaving Scott, Isaac, and Y/N home ‘alone’. Scott’s friends come over, as do a few of Y/N’s friends from back home. It’s a night filled with friends, getting to know each other, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.

A/n: It’s finished! Finally! I am so happy that it’s done you don’t even know!!!!!! I hope you all enjoy it I am going to go work on that damn riverdale fic and probably close my tumblr tab for a few days. Goodbye.

Originally posted by laheys-girl


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Last Imagine

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We started out as just two kids awkwardly falling in love. I knew from the moment I saw you you were someone special, I could see a beautiful future in the sparkle of your beautiful brown eyes when you looked back into mine. It was something nobody else could discern about you, and I knew that I was making all the right decisions when it came to you. The right direction was always closer to you, and that’s why I felt so lost without you. We stopped talking for a long while, but we never ended. We both just fell apart and lost ourselves, when we could’ve moved on, because neither of us wanted to move on. And I couldn’t watch naruto anymore, or listen to Ed Sheeran anymore, because those were among your favorite things. I couldn’t even watch porn anymore because I kept thinking the girl was you and you were with another guy and I would always get sick. I sat up in bed some nights with a start, your laugh haunting my thoughts as I tried to sleep. You never once escaped my mind, I always hoped you were doing okay and when I got an anonymous text in the middle of dinner out with my family that one day, I looked at it and knew it was you, I had to go to the bathroom to cry. It was torturous not speaking to the love of my life for so long.

The way I see it, our life together makes up the pages of a book that’s long overdue, and the pages we hold together are held together with the strongest glue.
The way I see it, it’s time to take a trip to the library, together, and renew.
I love you; with all of my heart and I’m here to stay, if you are too.

Jaylos Fanfic (Because I Love You)

Hey guys! This fic is long overdue, sorry about that… But it’s finally up and I really hope you like and enjoy it! Comments and suggestions are highly encouraged! Sorry if anyone’s ooc or if anything is wrong… The whole festival thing is based off the Descendants Mobile Game and Wicked World by the way. So here we go! Enjoy!!

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hey y’all we lost our internet connection for three whole days and my blog was living off the queue; Graduation’s coming up this Sunday as well as zine/comic submissions and overdue commissions/stickers I really need to work on, so things have been piling up :((

with that said I’m taking this as a sign that I need to go on a semi-hiatus until I finish a decent chunk of work and things settle down!

I might come by here periodically but mostly to queue things and post if ever I end up streaming commissions. Asks might not be answered and chats not replied so I don’t overload myself, at least until early June ;u;

Thank you all for the patience and support!

Virgin Mary 2.0 PT. IV// Elijah Mikaelson

A/N: This is the last chapter before Elijah and the reader meet! Sorry it’s so short

Part 1!    Part 2!     Part 3!     Part 4!

Originally posted by salvatore2-mikaelson7

“Hey Rebekah, I couldn’t help but notice that there’s no Klaus yelling, where is he?” You asked walking into the living room.

“He’s dealing with the Marcel distraction.” Rebekah said, not looking up from her computer.

“I feel fine Agnes.” Your sister huffed.

“You’re both overdue for a checkup.” Agnes reasoned. 

“What are we gonna do? Check into the Quarter for an ultrasound? A pregnant wolf with her pregnant sister escorted by a witch, nothing to see here.” She said sarcastically.  

“The only person excited to be pregnant is your sister, and she didn’t even have to do anything to get the baby.” 

“I know a doctor out in the bayou. We already have an appointment for you guys.” Agnes said, gesturing for you to follow her. 

“So we’re going to the doctor’s now?” You asked.

“Yes.” Hayley huffed.

“You both have a unique birthmark.” Dr. Paige said. 

“We’re done here right?” Hayley asked.

“Your blood pressure is a bit high, I’ll get you something for that. Your sister seems fine so she can leave.” Dr. Paige said. You got up but stood next to Hayley, seeing she was texting Rebekah.

“I’m, ahh, not good with pills.” Hayley’s voice wavered slightly.

“To be honest neither am I.” Dr. Paige said, nervousness in her voice.

You lean over towards the door to see a group of men talking to Agnes. Glancing over at Hayley, you saw that she was on high alert, which meant she saw the men. You run over to the door, close it and lock it as Hayley manages to knock out the doctor. She unlocks the window and both of you get out just in time to hear the door slam open as you begin running away. 

Your breathing had just evened out before the men passed in front Hayley. Just as the last man passed, you ran up to him and kicked him in the gut as your sister deals with another, snapping his neck. A third man comes towards you with a knife but before he can get you, you grab the knife and kick him back while tossing the knife to Hayley, she slits his throat. Breathing heavily you kept your eyes open for more attackers when you hear a snap.

“I have to say I’m impressed.” Rebekah said, stepping over the bodies.

“Oh thank God.” You breathe.

“Who are they?” Beckah asked.

“We don’t know.” Your sister said.

“There’s more of them, you need to run.” Rebekah exclaimed, just before she’s shot with arrows.

“Rebekah!” You and Hayley scream, before you passed out.

“You know, no matter what we do, we always, get hurt.” You said, stumbling after your sister .

“And we can’t catch a break.” She laughed.

“Hayley!” You heard Klaus exclaim. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I can’t remember.” Hayley said, dazed. Klaus looks over at you.

“Don’t look at me! I don’t remember anything either.” You said.

“How are you healed?” Rebekah asked.

“I think I found out what my baby is.” You said, smiling at Rebekah.

“Half-vampire, half-unknown?” Rebekah smiled.

“The witches were to protect you both and here you are getting healed by your babies! When I see Sophie Deveraux-”

“It wasn’t her, it was Agnes.” Hayley said.

“I’ll murder them all.” Klaus stated.

“You will not! Anything that happens to Sophies happens to us. Elijah won’t be happy when he finds out you accidentally murdered us because you killed Sophie.” You said.

“Also, our dear Elijah has been in touch, he has a plan, all he wants us to do is keep the baby mamas safe.” Rebekah said.

“So we can go home now? I want to sleep for a week.” Hayley joked.

“If your going to follow Sophie just make sure you don’t get hurt. I’m gonna stay here and rest up.” You said to Hayley.

“Well I mean, you are human and you killed two men twice you size.” Hayley smiled.

“Okay, bye.” You said as she closed the door.

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polar opposites

Originally posted by magiccastles

[jaebum x reader]

genre: fluff

word count: 1713

What made us so beautiful is that we were never likely to happen.”

Of all the people living in the world today, no one would’ve guessed that you two would become a couple – well, considering you’re polar opposites.

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Ragnarok prediction/theory #1

Beware: I mention some trailer scenes and behind the scenes stuff here; and if any of these theories turn out to be true, then they could technically be considered spoilers, themselves. So SPOILER space below – because I can’t figure out how to do a “read more” on mobile!






Okay, I assume that if you are still here, you don’t mind being possibly spoiled by theories! So here goes:

Some time during the climax, while Hulk and Valkyrie are fighting other threats, Thor and Loki will make a break for the throne room to retrieve Gungnir, in the hopes that it will help to defeat Hela. Loki will get to the spear first, but to Thor’s surprise, he will then throw it to his brother.

Loki will then tell Thor that he needs to keep Hela busy before running off. Thor calls after him, but Thor then realizes that Hela approaching and takes up his “casual” seat on the throne. Of course, Hela doesn’t like this and they begin to fight.

Loki, meanwhile, has gone to the weapons vault and grabs the Tesseract. He starts to leave; then he stops and looks to the side.

Thor is, by now, getting his Asgardian butt kicked pretty thoroughly, and Hela has him on the ropes (“I’m not a queen, or a monster… I’m the Goddess of Death.”). She mainfests a sword, but before she can strike the killing blow she is hit from behind by something.

Both she and Thor look to see Loki there, holding the Casket of Ancient Winters. His skin is blue and patterned, and he seems to be struggling as he tries to freeze Hela. She continually breaks through the ice and begins to work her way towards him; but while she is distracted, Thor manages to knock her out the window.

Loki drops the Casket and falls to his knees; and as Thor helps him to his feet, the blue fades from his skin. Thor has nothing to say, but gives his brother a little nod. Loki picks up and “stores” the casket, though he does not mention that he has the Tesseract, as well.

So, the above is bassically based on three things:

1. When Thor is pinned to the window by Hela, it really doesn’t look like he is going to get out on his own. She has her slasher smile on, and she’s likely about to make a sword.

2: We haven’t seen Jotun Loki since the first Thor movie, and we are long overdue!

3. This is the big hint – the toys shown at, I think, Comic Con show Loki with both the Tesseract and the Casket.

So, any thoights on this? Am I am way, way off the mark here, or could I be right about this?

Originally posted by enchantedbyhiddles

Fries and Feelings

Summary: After FP is put into jail, Jughead feels alone and tries to leave town. But leaving you won’t be easy until he gets something off of his chest.

A/N: This wasn’t requested and this is my first imagine so I hope you all like it!

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Jughead slammed his head against the telephone booth after hanging up on his mom. The flickering light in the small glass box made his heart sink farther down. His father was sent to jail and everyone believed he murdered Jason. Jughead needed an escape, literally. 

He sulked out of the telephone booth, his duffle bag clutched so tight that his hand would be whiter than the snow cascading onto the gravel. The bus in front of him casted a shadow onto the ground, and his breath was heavy. White fog emerged from his mouth. Wiping the cold sweat off his head, Jughead walked towards the bus station to see when the next bus departure was.

Originally posted by immortalle

The lady inside gave him a ticket but mere seconds after, told him to leave. Jughead checked the time before walking out.

What could I do before my 6:00 AM bus?

Jughead leaned against the door outside, letting his thoughts wrap around his cold mind. He couldn’t mentally face anyone after tonight. 

Betty, Archie, Veronica, they all betrayed me.

Then, as the bus pulled away, the light fading into the dark street, Jughead knew where he had to go. And who he had to see.

At 2:24 AM, (Y/N) sat inside Pop’s, writing her essay for the Blue and Gold. The writing was composed of evidence proving FP was not guilty. It was beautifully written, and you knew it’d bring joy to Jughead’s world. You wanted so badly to hug him and shield him from the trauma happening in his life currently. Be a blanket of protection, wrap him in your bed and keep him safe. Rip his beanie off and run your fingers through his black locks. 

But you two broke apart after Archie ditched us. We were unstoppable. Preschool to eighth grade. The time of our lives. Maybe this would bring him back. I mean, Jughead and Archie were talking now. So why wasn’t I reeled back into the picture?

You reached for a fry to dip into your milkshake, when nothing was on the table. Feeling around the table, you looked up to see Jughead. His nose was red, snow was melting off of his head, and he was shaking. You gasped, not only shocked by him being there, but the fact he was clearly in pain.

“Jughead, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” You looked at him, with a concerned look etched onto your face and a soft voice.

He stared at you with glossed over eyes. The clock above you two ticked away, seconds passing in what felt like hours. A slow tear rolled down his cheek, and you felt your heart break. 

He slowly reached up to flick the tear away, but one after another fell. They dropped in such an elegance that left you baffled. Even in a numb freeze, with a sickly exterior, Jughead still was the most gorgeous humans you’d ever seen.

You stood up to grab a napkin and then sat next to Jughead. Before you could sit, you tripped over the soggy duffle bag on the ground near the seat. You fell into the seat, landing half on his lap, half on his chest. Your arms somehow wrapped around his torso for support. 

He looked as shocked as you did. 

Even after all these years, he is still a masterpiece

After a few seconds of staring at eachother, Jughead let out a sickly cough. You collected your thoughts and slowly slid off of his lap. He looked at you longingly, and as you started to slowly wipe off the tears and snow, he began.

Originally posted by serpentjuggie

“I need to tell you something. We’ve known each other since preschool. You, Archie and I were the dynamic duo. We always did everything together. Shopping, homework, we even ate your crap cooking. But when Archie left us, we faded. That hurt me so bad. Not because I lost my best friends, but because I lost my muse. The girl I would write damn stories about. The girl who kept me going throughout these years. And I know I might be way overdue. This doesn’t need to be said right now and here in this spot or situation. But I can’t do anything until you know how much you meant to me. You still mean the world to me. I see you in the halls and I always want to reach out, grab your arm and pull you into me. But then I remember that you would never take me back after the summer we shattered. (Y/N), I love you.”

 Jughead stuttered over his words. His voice shook like his shoulders from freezing. You stopped wiping his face and listened intently. Your hand holding the napkin cupped his cheek as he spoke. Your hand became cold as Jughead’s cheeks grew red from embarrassment. 

His eyes glossed over, scanning your face for emotions. A sign. Instead, you slapped the napkin onto the countertop, grabbed his soaking shirt and pulled him closer to you. You stopped, lips grazing, looking at him through your thick eyelashes.

“Jughead, you little prick. You kept me waiting all this time. I almost gave up on you.”

He closed the gap between you, one hand under your chin, the other on your waist. You pulled off his damp beanie and ran your fingers through his hair. This definitely made up for lost time. Your hands slid to the back of his neck and he pulled away for air. 

Jughead put his forehead on yours, eyes closed and breathing deeply, savoring the moment. You could stay here with him forever. The fluorescent lighting from the signs inside Pop’s shining past his head, creating purple and pink shadows on the leather seats.

“I love you too, Jughead. I always have.”

He pulled you in once more, but out of the corner of your eye, you looked at the table.


Originally posted by admireforever

So this Follow Forever is so overdue, but I’m glad I’m doing it now because there are so many blogs I’ve come into recently and so many bloggers who, honestly, I would’ve missed had I done this earlier. I don’t follow a ton of people, but I’m happy with who I do because honestly they’re such rad blogs/bloggers! ♥

So, here we go!

Friend are Bolded*
Mutuals are Italicized*


@ackerchou @actualsvenshirogane @adhdklunk @akrcos @alteanlance @amezure @angst-in-space @aromanticaang @bipilots @bluemcclain @bpd-lance @breadpoetsociety @buckettkun @cheritsundere @cryopods @cryptidcriss @cryptidkeiths @cryptidkogane @druidlance @edgelord-kogane @emuyh-art @espanolance @etherealance @fluffytheasianpanda @fyklance


@galra-prince-lance @garrettshunk @genderqueershiro @hanceome @k3ithkogane @keef-kogayne @keithkogayne @keithkoglame @keiyth @klance-klance-revolution @klanced @koganelovesmcclain @koziosko @lance-dabs @lancemcclainofficial @lancemclion @lanceologist @leggylance @marmorakeith @marmoraskeith @mcclaln @mcslained @mikeyjcaboose @mulletboykeith


 @paladinprotector @percycalypso@pidger@pining-keith@piningkeith@platonicvoltron@pngpotpies@puncertainty@purpleneutrino@redkogane@sensitiveangell@softhance @spacemomatyourservice @spaceyuuri @surelance @thebroganenetwork @thesaxymcclain @thesearchingastronaut @thespace-dragon @thiphuc @voltron-is-a-lesbian @witchkeith@wlwvoltron@wolfpainters @xenavitani

I follow a lot of sideblogs and It’s hard to keep track of which mainblog belongs to who and so if I missed anyone, or forgot to bold or out you in italics or put you down twice, shoot me a quick message and I’ll fix it!

Sidelines (A/F)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Genre:- Angst ( A slight fluff in the end )
Word Count:- 2K
Warnings:- Mild swearing
Request:- “Can I request a tae imagine of him being your friend and then gets jealous because you keep going out to blind dates and then confesses his love for you, thank you.”

A/N:- this has been long overdue but we reached 400 followers and our recent projects(?) have been receiving so much love and I couldn’t be happier so thank you so much for your constant support!! I really hope you liked it! Even though there’s no actually human interaction I feel like voices are very intimate so I wanted to portray it here, I could make a second part with them meeting if you guys would like just request it!!

~Admin Dee

My mind is fuzzy, the last remnants of a dream being chased away by the realisation that I am awake again. It was a nice dream, something about sitting in a big oak tree in meadow full of flowers but the details are fading fast even as I try to recall them. With a mental sigh I allow my brain to focus and cautiously opened one eye. The bright shine of the moonlight cuts the room in half and I see the twinkling stars in the dark and beautiful airglow. “Why am I awake.” I mutter to myself as I pull the duvet up over my head to keep out the noise of my phone.

Unfortunately the noise doesn’t stop and my brain is awake, turning over and allowing my hand to peak out from the duvet and touch the side cabinets in search of the vibrating device that disturbed my sleep, after my hand wraps around my phone I shove the warm duvet to the side and sit up straight to then realize that the ringing has stopped, flipping my phone over I roll my eyes as I see the clock reading 4 AM and 7 missed calls from my stupid best friend, Kim Taehyung, before I can tap on the name and call him back he is already calling me again.

“Yah!.” he exclaims as soon as I answer his call, “ I’ve been calling you since forever why aren’t you answering my phone calls,”, he continues to say, “ If you haven’t noticed it’s 4am.” I retort to him with a displeased tone to showcase that I wasn’t happy with the fact that he disturbed my sleep, my retort must have awakened something in his brain because it was quiet for a few seconds before I heard his soft voice speak up, “ I’m sorry.”

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This is not angst, this is very silly.  But silly is good too.  And I’ll think on the angst overnight and post some tomorrow.

“You know, most droids actually enjoy this,” Kanan told Chopper.

Then most droids were idiots. Chopper had better things to do with his time. He let out a squeal of protest; no actual meaning behind it other than a sound of displeasure.

Kanan winced and covered his ears. Chopper chuckled to himself.

“Look, it’s going to happen,” Kanan told him, “so you might as well get used to the idea. You’re long overdue, and we have the facilities here on the new base, so this is going to become a regular thing.”

Unacceptable. He was C1-10P, he wasn’t some pampered protocol droid that enjoyed sitting around soaking up… He shrieked again, throwing in a few binary insults for good measure as he felt himself lift into the air without the use of his thrusters. Surely Kanan wouldn’t dare…

But he would. Chopper waved his manipulators wildly and threw out a stream of protests. To make matters worse, he wasn’t the only droid here; the Yavin 4 droids were standing around observing the spectacle. They were going to suffer for that.

He didn’t dare fire his thrusters to escape so close to the oil. It probably wasn’t combustible, but you never knew what pollutants a place like this might have included in their oil bath. He had no choice but to allow Kanan to Force-lift him into the air, and then down into the tub.

But he wasn’t going to go quietly. And if Kanan thought he could forget about this when it was over, he was going to be badly disappointed. Who was he to tell Chopper he needed a bath? It wasn’t like his personal hygiene was impeccable.

“Yeah, well, at least nobody complains that I leave a trail of dirt when I walk around,” Kanan told him, and dunked him into the oil.

The indignity! Chopper tried to complain, but even his sound emitters were submerged. It felt… it was warm. Not hot, but pleasantly heated. The oil quickly went to work lubricating joints and removing the layer of grime that he had been so proud of. It actually… it wasn’t that bad.

He rotated one of his manipulators, and it didn’t stick in the way it usually did; it simply moved, metal sliding against metal without any kind of resistance. It was good.

“There,” Kanan told him. “Not so bad after all, is it?”

Chopper grumbled to himself. Kanan was going to pay for this. He was going to regret the day he first came aboard the Ghost. He was going to beg for mercy when Chopper was done with him.

But first, Chopper was going to enjoy the rest of his bath.

A Warrior’s Life

TITLE: A Warrior’s Life

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Forty-Three

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Viking Loki coming to your village, raiding, and pillaging, before deciding there is something about you that intrigues him and deciding to take you back to Asgard with him. There, you are forced to learn a new life and language, and though you hate what has happened to you, you learn that Loki is not as bad as you think.

RATING: Mature

Maebh shrieked as she woke once again in a cold sweat, the baby within her showing its lack of joy at her sudden movements and noises by pressing a small foot against her side as she tried to sit up in the bed.

For a week straight she had the same dream, her birthing the child as Loki waited outside in the barn, fixing and mending anxiously, only for her siblings to be there speaking with him. Though she thought the idea, even in a dream of her lost loved ones meeting the man she adored should really fill her with delight, her recent sense of foreboding meant it was anything but.

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Keep What Remains, Part II [Gladiolus Amicitia/Reader]

“What do you think about holding onto something when you’ve lost everything else?” 

Remember how Gladio mentioned getting a girlfriend during all those years of darkness? Here’s how that happened. Spoilers up to Chapter 13 of the game, so proceed with caution!

Part I

Parallels had the odd tendency of creeping up in your life. And it was never like you actively asked them to. They were crazy random happenstances that never really hit you until days or weeks or months later. Like they were made specifically for you to look back on, completely unintentionally, on a run to the drugstore or in the middle of a shower. Like the Six had already penned down the book of your life before you had a chance to live it, and you were living as they’d written you. Like free will was known to everyone but the people who had it.

That was exactly what happened with those first two nights you’d met Gladio. And you were sure it was going to happen again when you ran into him a few days later. Still perched on the bench near that steaming white truck. Still reading the same book—you didn’t even have to bend over to look at the cover this time. Still giving you that Can I help you smile when he looked up to meet your eyes. But it melted into something knowing as soon as he recognized you, and he scooted over to make room for you to sit.

“Hi, stranger,” he said.

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skyler10fic  asked:

ten x rose “Trust me when I say I’ve been here before.” (if ya want. no pressure!) hehe


Rating: General

Summary: The Doctor and Rose end up on the wrong planet. Again. As usual, madness ensues.

Comments: Well here it is! My waaaaaaay waaaaay overdue fill for this prompt.  I have no excuse for this silliness. Sorry it’s taken so long, lovely! I hope you like it. So, here we go!

This is also a fill for the @timepetalsprompts autumn bingo prompt ‘pie’.

Also on A03.

“Oh, no. This is not good. Very, very not good.”

Rose turned to the Doctor. “What? What is it?”

“We’ve landed on Kupania in the middle of Kaflorkeltheomabolasta flinging season, that’s what!”

She blinked. “Say what?”

“Kupania, Rose! A small, semi-humanoid colonised planet in the outer Hebrides- metaphorically speaking- which specialises in one thing, and one thing only.”

“An’ what’s that?”

“Kaflorkeltheomabolasta, of course.” The Doctor grimaced, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. “Nasty things.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “An’ what are they, when they’re at home?”

“You wouldn’t recognise the species. ”

Rose wrinkled her nose. “Well, what’s so bad about them, then?”

“They look like giant socks made of slime and smell like a mouldy pear, that’s what.” The Doctor looked disgusted. “They grow on trees and the locals let them sit for about a month before eating them. Once a year, they hold a competition to see who can fling the nasty blobs the furthest, and the winner gets to plant the new season’s Kaflorkeltheomabolasta in the palace garden and eat a pie baked with the crop from the previous season.”

“What? They just throw ‘em?” Rose stared. “You’re havin’ me on!”

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